Chapter 21 Pattie's Wants
Pattie
Finally, I was going to see my precious Liam again. I had missed him terribly—especially the way he handled me in bed. A whole year of boredom… from work to Ian. Ugh. Ian, the man who couldn’t satisfy me even if his life depended on it.
But then again, Liam had spoiled me too much. After him, men like Ian barely moved a nerve in me.
I let my heels carry me into the club, my eyes sweeping over the scene—women grinding on the dance floor, men throwing money in the air, the heavy, sensual music vibrating through my chest.
Just before the corridor, two of Liam’s men stood guard, blocking the entrance. The moment they recognized me, they stepped aside immediately. Of course—they knew exactly who I was, Liam's number one.
I only hoped Liam wasn’t inside getting his dick sucked by someone else. I wanted to get on my knees for him myself.
As I walked down the corridor, I stopped at the office door where Jerry stood, smiling as always.
“Welcome back, ma’am,” he greeted politely.
I smiled back. “Thanks, Jerry. Is he in there alone?”
He nodded and opened the door for me.
The moment I walked in, there he was—my iron man—lounging in his chair like he owned the world, a cigar between his fingers as he released a slow stream of smoke from his lips.
He lifted his gaze and arched a brow, a small smirk appearing. His eyes dragged over me from head to toe.
“You look like an innocent girl,” he said with that deep voice of his. “Did that guy change you?”
I chuckled softly, already feeling warm under his stare.
Without saying another word, I reached behind me, pulled down my zipper, and let my dress drop to the floor. I wore one of my tiniest thongs—the kind that barely counted as clothing.
“I don’t think so,” I whispered before lowering myself onto my knees.
I crawled to him on all fours, slow and teasing. He turned his chair fully toward me, smiling that dangerous smile I loved. He leaned forward, cupped my face in his hand, and murmured, “You’re always a good girl, Pattie. That’s something I’ve always liked about you.”
Hearing that made my heart flutter in a way Ian never managed.
“Kiss me, Liam…” I breathed, adding a soft “please” in the most innocent tone I could muster.
He lifted his thumb to my lips, brushing them lightly. His smile faded a little, and I thought he was about to grab me and kiss me the way he usually did.
But then—he let go of my face and leaned back.
I blinked, confused. That wasn’t normal.
“What? Why?” I asked, my voice sounding tighter than I intended.
His expression had gone flat. “Get up, Pattie. I’m not in the mood.”
I rose slowly, feeling offended and suddenly insecure.
“But… why? Didn’t you miss me?” I asked, my voice laced with concern.
“I did, Pattie.” He took another puff. “But we need to get you checked. I don’t know what that bastard might have given you.”
I folded my arms over my chest, irritated.
“That bastard didn’t give me anything. He was obsessed with me. He didn’t touch anyone else but me,” I insisted. “Well… except maybe that old hag he calls a wife.”
The moment I said it, Liam stood up so fast I jerked my head up. His face was twisted in anger.
“Did he ever tell you he fucked his wife?” he asked sharply.
That caught me off guard—Liam never cared about other people’s business.
“Well, yes… several times. But not recently,” I said honestly.
His jaw tightened even more. Something was seriously off with him today. This wasn’t the Liam I knew.
“But why do you care?” I tried again, touching his chest gently. “I want you, Liam.”
He took my hand off him like it was nothing.
“I have business to attend to,” he said, already heading to the door.
I followed him quickly, pouting. “You’re so mean.”
He stopped at the door and glanced over his shoulder.
“Get your clothes back on and go wait for me at home.”
Then he walked out, leaving me standing there—naked, needy, and unsatisfied.
Was he trying to punish me?
Was this his way of making me crave him even more before unleashing that fierceness I loved so much?
If this was a game he wanted to play, then fine. I could wait.
I hated it—God knows I hated being denied—but I would wait if it meant he’d come home and ruin me the way only he could.
Maybe he’d drag me through the house by my hair…
Maybe he’d bend me over every surface, spank me until his palm was tired, call me his whore—
And then give me the kind of rough, mind-numbing sex that left me shaking for days.
Just imagining it made my thighs press together.
Thinking of him like that—his voice, his grip, the way he handled me—made warmth curl low in my stomach.
I slid my hand down between my legs, touching myself lightly, a soft sigh slipping past my lips.
I would wait for him.
But God… I wanted him so badly I could barely stand it.
Liam
Fuck. If Pattie knew the kind of damage she just did to my mood, she wouldn’t dare pull that shit again.
And then there’s that bastard Ian. I don’t even know why the hell I’m pissed—Claire is his wife, he can fuck her whenever he wants. But the second my brain pictured him crawling on top of her, something ugly snapped inside me.
Him buried deep in her—if he actually went to her, would she spread those soft, gorgeous legs for him the way she did for me? Would she let him pound into her? God, I fucking hope not. Because I’ve tasted that sweetness, and now I want it locked down for myself.
As I stalked across the club toward the Red Room, my mind kept spinning like it was trying to tear itself apart. I slipped through the entrance only I was allowed to use—the others couldn’t see me, but I saw all of them.
The Red Room was split into private suites, each one filled with powerful idiots—politicians, big-shot businessmen—getting their fill. Some were fucking, some were getting fucked, their faces twisted in the most pathetic, desperate expressions. I almost laughed. These men acted like they ran the world, but I had every single one of them in my palm. They jumped the second I told them to.
It wasn’t always like this, though. I built all of this from nothing. Scraped my way up with my own sweat, my own fists, my own rage. I used to be the one taking orders—doing the dirty work until I finally snapped and said fuck that. I was going to make money. I didn’t care how bloody or messy it had to get.
Everything here? I built it. Every wall, every deal, every secret. This is mine. And I fucking love it.
Then a noise dragged my eyes to one of the suites—a woman moaning, loud and messy, as a male escort drove her into the mattress. She was a regular, always coming here to get wound up and broken open. And watching her… it made Claire slam into my thoughts again.
Who would’ve believed Claire could be that wild in bed? Ian is a blind fool—not seeing the fire he had right under his nose. But that’s on him.
His stupidity is my goddamn gain.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone, dialing Claire before my mind could talk me out of it. It rang once. Twice. Then, on the third ring, she picked up— and a wicked smile crept onto my face.
“What do you want?” Her lazy voice dragged through the speaker.
“How’s your ass?” I asked, keeping my tone calm even though my blood was anything but.
“Oh, so you care?” she fired back. I let out a low chuckle.
“Soon, Claire… your husband will get home and give you an attitude because Pattie left. Tell me—how are you planning to deal with it?”
Why the hell was I even curious? I didn’t know. But I needed to know.
“And how is that your concern?” she snapped. Fair point.
“Well… just wondering. Honestly, I might’ve fucked up telling Pattie to ditch him.”
Silence. Heavy. Sharp. Then she finally said, “Now that Pattie is out of the picture, will you be out too?”
I lifted my head, staring at nothing.
“Hm. That depends. Do you want me gone, Mrs. Claire? Won't you miss me?”
She didn’t answer right away. My grip tightened on the phone as I closed my eyes—then her voice came, soft but clear:
“Only if you promise not to be… rough.”
My eyes flew open and a slow smile stretched across my lips.
“But I like it rough, Mrs. Claire,” I murmured. “And when I see you again, I’m going to shove it in rough. I’m not guaranteeing anything about the spanking either. This time… I promise you’ll enjoy it.”
Her breathing shifted—quicker, unsteady. And fuck, my cock was getting hard just listening to her.
“Stop saying things like that,” she whispered, breathless.
“Mrs. Claire,” I said, voice dropping, “do you want to touch yourself right now?”