22 ELIJAH

I didn't know how to feel about Alicia's confession because I had never slept with a virgin before. All the women I've been with had plenty of experience, and I knew their limits. My passion is to have intense sex, to feel their legs tremble as they approach orgasm, to spank their asses until they bear marks, to push them to their limits until they feel like they're going to pass out.

But Alicia is so tender and yet so fiery that I've imagined her in every possible way. Now, I don't want to mistreat any part of her porcelain skin. I want to put her on a pedestal where no one can defile her or have sinful thoughts about her.

However, my desire is so intense that I decided to come to the club to relieve my frustrations. As always, the music was blaring, and many people were dancing, but tonight was going to be different.

I ended the call with her, leaving a silly grin on my face. I had the urge to go back home. But being here would be like a starving lion let loose on a helpless lamb, and I would pounce on that poor prey mercilessly.

I made my way to the fourth floor, where the music was even more erotic, softer, and more passionate. It could make anyone feel the urge to have sex.

"But look who's here."

Heading in my direction is Angelique Voucher, the daughter of a former associate and one of my ex-lovers. Angelique has always been a stunning woman with her straight, blond hair, olive-green eyes, and a perfectly sculpted body.

"I should be the one surprised," I reply. "I thought you didn't like this place."

"Let's just say I didn't come here specifically to have sex with a stranger."

Angelique moves closer to me and wraps her arms around my shoulders.

"So, what did you come for?" I ask, wrapping my arms around her waist to pull her closer.

"I came for you," she smiles. "I don't know... to reminisce about the good old times."

"Of course, you must miss me. I've been your best lay, and you can't deny it."

"You and your ego," Angelique says, despite wearing heels, she has to stand on her toes to give me a light kiss on the lips. "I haven't been able to forget you."

"When will you stop lying?" I speak against her lips.

"I'm dead serious, Elijah," she pouts. "Every night when I touch myself, I think it's you fucking me. You can even feel right now how wet my pussy is for you."

Angelique takes my hand and guides it to her crotch, and I can't help but growl at the sensation of her wet folds. She closes her eyes, enjoying the pleasure of my fingers.

"Let's go to your office," Angelique moans. "I want to feel you again."

"Let's go," I nod, ready to head to my office with her. But Harold stops me.

"Sir!" he exclaims before I could take any more steps toward the office.

"I'm going to be busy, Harold. Whatever it is can wait."

"I'm sorry, sir, but this can't wait," he says seriously.

"What happened?" I ask. "Do we have any updates on the dock?"

"No, sir, but I think it's better for you to come down and see for yourself."

I make a frustrated face and look at Angelique, who hasn't let go of my hand.

"Come on, sweetheart. You're coming with me."

The three of us enter the elevator, and Angelique nestles herself between my legs, subtly starting to move. Fortunately, Harold is standing in front of us, respecting our space, and at this moment, I don't care if he sees me having sex with Angelique because she's not my beautiful Alicia.

However, the fun doesn't last long because the elevator doors open on the first floor, revealing the crowd of people below enjoying themselves. I head to my usual VIP area to see what Harold wants me to see.

"I need to tell you something in private," Harold interrupts, then looks at Angelique with disdain.

"Darling, sit wherever you like, and order whatever you want. You know the house is on me."

"I don't want you to go," she pouts.

"I promise I'll be back."

Harold and I move a few meters away from Angelique.

"Sir, I received a security alert from the house."

"What?" Alicia immediately comes to my mind, and the thought of her being in possible danger terrifies me. "Don't worry about it; it wasn't anything serious."

"And then?" I glare angrily at Harold. "Stop beating around the bush and tell me what's going on."

"Miss Alicia is not at home," he says, and I swear I could feel my heart shattering into pieces at the thought of being abandoned. "She ran away, but that's not all, sir. She's here right now."

I immediately search the first-floor crowd for her distinctive red hair, which is almost imperceptible in the sea of people.

"Where is she?"

"She's in one of the VIP areas, but she's not alone."

"Who the hell is she with?"

"With Michele," Harold finally blurts out.

Fury and fire begin to boil inside me, and I clench my fists. I look in the direction of the other VIP booths and spot her characteristic red hair. But that's not all I see. My brother is sitting beside her, and they're both laughing like they've been friends for a lifetime.

My breathing becomes erratic, and I can't stand seeing this scene any longer. I start walking towards them, determined to break Michele's face for being with my woman. She is mine, and no one else's, especially not that wretch I call my brother. If beautiful Alicia falls for his charms, it will be her downfall. Michele will destroy her and turn her into the worst person in the world because everything he touches turns to chaos.

"You better get out of here," I say with a tone filled with rage. Michele looks at me and smiles, knowing that he's already hit a nerve.

"Is this how you treat your clients?" Michele pretends to be clueless.

"Just leave, Michele. I don't want to see you here, and you know it."

"You'd better step aside because we're having a pleasant evening," Alicia intervenes, and my gaze immediately shifts to her.