investigations the way other supernatural owned businesses did. Sergio was quite certain that Desires Unleashed was more than just a dance and strip club.
When their Pride member, Daniel, found himself in trouble with the law six months ago, Sergio urged Elise to take himself as her mate and protector of the Pride. He felt confident he could handle the situation himself. Instead, she decided to go to Darian. With his political connections, he arranged to have Daniel released in their care. The whole act angered Sergio. Not only had she sought outside help, but in doing so, she made him appear incompetent. He was more than prepared and he had earned his place as the dominant male in the Pride. Sergio took a quick shower, making sure he used a shampoo that wasn't too strong, but just the right scent to entice E lise. If he had to woo her away from Darian, then he would do so. H e opened his closet and fished through his extensive wardrobe. He had not realized how many articles of clothing he had. Some things inside his closet he had not worn since the 1980s. He pulled out a checkered pink and orange shirt, wondering what the hell he had been thinking when he bought it, let alone wore it. Furthermore, why had he kept it?
There was a knock on his door. He threw the ghastly shirt back into the closet and walked to the door to unlock it. Opening the door he saw Devin standing there with a sly smile on his face. Devin was about five-feet, eight-inches, rather petite for what he was, a natural born leopard. He had close cropped hair and hazel eyes. His caramel complexion was smooth and blemish free. He was currently twenty-one years old, though at times he acted as if he were younger. Devin was the Pride prankster. Sergio loved all of his Pride members but wasn't necessarily in the mood for visitors right now. Unfortunately, he didn't have the heart to close the door on Devin. Sergio walked away and continued fishing through his clothes. He wanted to wear something that was going to show the best he had to offer without revealing all he had to offer, which meant no sheer net shirts or spandex pants. Though he wasn't opposed to spandex and sheer clothing, goodness knows. He was well endowed, never had a complaint in the bedroom department. His chiseled torso and tight, firm abs were what most mortal men dreamed of having.
He looked at the Pride mate who just sprawled himself across his bed, watching him as he searched for something to wear. Sergio wondered why Devin had come to visit him. He was curious to know if this visit had a reason. He finally found a pair of black leather pants then searched harder until he found a black silk button up shirt with metal buttons. He looked across the room and located his black motorcycle boots. He returned his attention to Devin, deciding to ask him if there was a particular reason he was there.
“So, what's up? Do you have something that you want to tell me? Or are you here just to keep me company?” Sergio asked as he tossed the towel he had wrapped around his waist and started pulling on the tight black leather pants.
“No, I just wanted to keep you company. I heard you and Elise talking earlier. Did you two have a fight or something? I mean, I know how pissed you are that she hasn't chosen you as mate yet or even named you as Pride king. I also know how pissed you are that she's with Darian. So now, are you going to go with her to Desires Unleashed ?” Devin asked as he began to jump up and down on the mattress.
Sergio didn't want to answer. He wanted to keep that to himself. “Well, as for the first thing you mentioned, that's none of your business. But to answer the latter of your questions, yes, I will be accompanying Elise to that wretched club,” Sergio said as he pulled on his shirt and began buttoning it up.
“Well, do us all a favor,” Devin started.
“What's that?”
“When you get there, get laid. You've been so damn uptight. I reckon it has been a while since the
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