ass.
I go to move around Simone when she moves into the line of Chet's body. His eyes widen.
Then his head rocks back. The sound of slapped flesh eclipses the music.
Simone doesn't hit like a girl. I know that first hand, Sinclair doesn't.
Sinclair shakes his head to clear it. His fists clench.
I move Simone.
“Don't, Thorn. If he thinks he's man enough, he can bring it,” she says.
“Oh my God, Simone,” Kiki says, worry lighting up her face. “Don't... Fuck this, don't get between two dudes. Just sayin'.”
“Their gender isn't relevant,” Simone says, her eyes never leaving Chet.
Chet narrows his gaze on her. Her palm print is an angry mar against his fair skin.
“I don't strike women.”
There’s a beat of silence as the music cuts to a new song.
“I don't need your help, Simone,” I say.
“I'm aware. I'm stopping the violence,” she says.
What?
“We through?” Simone asks.
Sinclair butchers her with his arrogant stare.
I want to beat him twice for the way he looks at her.
She lifts her chin in response. Unflappable.
Hot as fuck.
Chet dismisses her and turns to Kiki.
“Nice performance, Kandace.”
Kiki looks at me then Simone.
Finally, she looks at Chet. “Thanks, I guess.”
It's a rare thing to see Kik flustered—speechless.
Kiki walks over to stand in front of him. “I—listen, I don't know what this is about...” She glares at me.
I step back, throwing up my palms. “It's his bullshit. Chet Sinclair can visit the Black Rose anytime as a paying lech. Doesn't need to come at practice time.”
“ It was my understanding Kandace was no longer employed here. Yet, for the sake of being thorough, here I am. And here she is.” He spreads his hands away from his body with an arrogant smirk.
I hate when he calls Kiki Kandace. Lots of hate for Chet-boy.
Kiki exhales in a huff. “I don't... but I'm training a new girl.”
Chet runs his eyes over Kiki, and I want to beat on him again. I must make a move toward him, because Simone puts her hand on my arm.
I look at her.
Green pools of water look back. Calm like the sea. Endless.
She gives a little shake of her head, so I notch my shit down, but it's ugly.
Kiki fumes. “I can't have you coming here and beating up Thorn.”
I make a noise. “He was not beating me up.”
“I'm no pussy, Thorn,” Chet says.
Why does that word sound so great coming out of the right mouth and so wrong out of his?
“Well, I have one, and I'm not one either,” Simone says.
My lips quirk. I cover my smile with my hand, faking a small cough. God damn , does she have one.
Chet tries not to smile and blows it, laughing. “Clearly.”
“Fine.” Kiki’s hands going to her hot pink hips. “Does everyone have the stick out of their asses so we can begin acting like adults?”
Chet glares at me but gives the chin dip that serves as nodding for the dickhead.
“Yeah,” I agree, folding my arms.
“ Okay... God, ya pack of infants.” Kiki throws a look at Simone and stalks off. “Come on, doll. Let's kick it into gear.”
Simone turns, and I snap my eyes to hers. They'd been glued to her ass.
Again.
“You two get lost.” She looks at Chet. “You especially.”
Chet Sinclair just grins, hands in his pockets.
He's got a torn silk shirt that costs more than a week of my pay, and I make good bank.
His face is swelling where I love-tapped his jaw.
But he'll go away and get all doctored and adored because he shits money.
Unlike my billionaire best bud Mick McKenna, this prick was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.
I frown.
Nah, it was gold.
And he's jonesing after Kiki. That's not my problem even though I'm a little overprotective of that chick. The girl I'm distracted over is getting ready to dry-hump the pole.
I'm dying to watch.
I'm not proud of not being able to stay away, but it is what it is.
I want to slide into her while she writhes underneath me on the stage. I shift my weight, hiding my boner.
Kiki looks at me
I go to move around Simone when she moves into the line of Chet's body. His eyes widen.
Then his head rocks back. The sound of slapped flesh eclipses the music.
Simone doesn't hit like a girl. I know that first hand, Sinclair doesn't.
Sinclair shakes his head to clear it. His fists clench.
I move Simone.
“Don't, Thorn. If he thinks he's man enough, he can bring it,” she says.
“Oh my God, Simone,” Kiki says, worry lighting up her face. “Don't... Fuck this, don't get between two dudes. Just sayin'.”
“Their gender isn't relevant,” Simone says, her eyes never leaving Chet.
Chet narrows his gaze on her. Her palm print is an angry mar against his fair skin.
“I don't strike women.”
There’s a beat of silence as the music cuts to a new song.
“I don't need your help, Simone,” I say.
“I'm aware. I'm stopping the violence,” she says.
What?
“We through?” Simone asks.
Sinclair butchers her with his arrogant stare.
I want to beat him twice for the way he looks at her.
She lifts her chin in response. Unflappable.
Hot as fuck.
Chet dismisses her and turns to Kiki.
“Nice performance, Kandace.”
Kiki looks at me then Simone.
Finally, she looks at Chet. “Thanks, I guess.”
It's a rare thing to see Kik flustered—speechless.
Kiki walks over to stand in front of him. “I—listen, I don't know what this is about...” She glares at me.
I step back, throwing up my palms. “It's his bullshit. Chet Sinclair can visit the Black Rose anytime as a paying lech. Doesn't need to come at practice time.”
“ It was my understanding Kandace was no longer employed here. Yet, for the sake of being thorough, here I am. And here she is.” He spreads his hands away from his body with an arrogant smirk.
I hate when he calls Kiki Kandace. Lots of hate for Chet-boy.
Kiki exhales in a huff. “I don't... but I'm training a new girl.”
Chet runs his eyes over Kiki, and I want to beat on him again. I must make a move toward him, because Simone puts her hand on my arm.
I look at her.
Green pools of water look back. Calm like the sea. Endless.
She gives a little shake of her head, so I notch my shit down, but it's ugly.
Kiki fumes. “I can't have you coming here and beating up Thorn.”
I make a noise. “He was not beating me up.”
“I'm no pussy, Thorn,” Chet says.
Why does that word sound so great coming out of the right mouth and so wrong out of his?
“Well, I have one, and I'm not one either,” Simone says.
My lips quirk. I cover my smile with my hand, faking a small cough. God damn , does she have one.
Chet tries not to smile and blows it, laughing. “Clearly.”
“Fine.” Kiki’s hands going to her hot pink hips. “Does everyone have the stick out of their asses so we can begin acting like adults?”
Chet glares at me but gives the chin dip that serves as nodding for the dickhead.
“Yeah,” I agree, folding my arms.
“ Okay... God, ya pack of infants.” Kiki throws a look at Simone and stalks off. “Come on, doll. Let's kick it into gear.”
Simone turns, and I snap my eyes to hers. They'd been glued to her ass.
Again.
“You two get lost.” She looks at Chet. “You especially.”
Chet Sinclair just grins, hands in his pockets.
He's got a torn silk shirt that costs more than a week of my pay, and I make good bank.
His face is swelling where I love-tapped his jaw.
But he'll go away and get all doctored and adored because he shits money.
Unlike my billionaire best bud Mick McKenna, this prick was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.
I frown.
Nah, it was gold.
And he's jonesing after Kiki. That's not my problem even though I'm a little overprotective of that chick. The girl I'm distracted over is getting ready to dry-hump the pole.
I'm dying to watch.
I'm not proud of not being able to stay away, but it is what it is.
I want to slide into her while she writhes underneath me on the stage. I shift my weight, hiding my boner.
Kiki looks at me
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