like me. You know damn well what real men do. My wife isn’t anything compared to these broads. They know how to take it the way I like. Damn, I wonder if her lips are as plump as I envision.” That’s the tipping point. Fuck Adam and his fucked up problems, and fuck this scum here with a dirty cunt.
“Andrade. Listen to me and listen good, you need to find another lawyer to take your lawsuit case. I won’t lower myself to deal with you in exchange for your client dropping the charges against Adam. I already made a mistake coming here in the first place.”
“If you don’t take my case, the charges aren’t going to be dropped on your brother,” he warns me, but it’s more like a threat. I don’t give a shit about Adam. Jail time isn’t going to kill him.
“Represent yourself and he’s not my brother,” I snarl at the fucking pig in front of me. He just laughs at me, takes a drink, and focuses on the stage as the lights change and center there. With a shake of my head, I make my way out of the place. I feel like an ass for not being able to help keep Adam out of jail, but I can’t let go of my own scruples. Once you work with people like Andrade, the stink never comes clean.
“Let’s give a special welcome to the lovely Blossom, who’s ready to bloom!” I hear the name as I start toward the exit. Blossom. Something about hearing her name makes me turn around to see the stripper. The one who of course couldn’t compare to the Blossom that lives in my head.
To my utter disbelief, there, in a flower costume, is the woman I’ve been looking for. The woman who’s captivated me with just a conversation. Blossom comes out wearing knee-high white boots with large white petals wrapped around her shoulders like a halter top just covering her bra and leaving nothing to the imagination. She’s strutting around the stage like she’s done this a hundred times before. She’s all strippered out. Blossom’s in a barley-there outfit, and her tanned, glossed, waxed body is revealing more than she should be as she turns around giving us a view of her cheeks in her thong. She dances with so much sexy confidence that I wonder if my initial assumption about her was really wrong, but then I notice her eyes are closed. With her lips parted, I know she’s dancing for someone in her head. In a state of pure shock, rage, and lust, I do something I never thought I would. I make a scene, but I don’t care because she’s not going to be one of Andrade’s backstage whores. Bum-rushing the stage, I push past the security guard and toss her over my shoulder and out of the club.
Chapter 6
“Put me down!” I shout, kicking and screaming at my captor. His smell is familiar, but I don’t know who’s got me. That’s what I get for keeping my eyes closed and thinking about Devin.
“No, Blossom. So calm the fuck down,” he orders. It’s him. It can’t be him. The smell is his. I remember when he leaned over and caressed my cheek on the train. Soap, fresh laundry, and man, that’s his scent. The tears are pooling in my eyes. I don’t understand how he could’ve found me or why he’s got me over his shoulder, but I want him to take me away.
I’m happy as hell right now, but I feel a breeze. I reach for my ass and try to cover one of my cheeks. It may be him, but my ass is still up in the air on a cool May night. “Devin?! Put me down.”
“I said no, damn it. Stay still,” he snarls angrily before spanking me hard on the ass.
He pulls his phone out of his pocket and dials while ignoring me. He practically snarls into the phone. “Chuck, bring the car around. I’m outside waiting.”
“Devin, my ass is a little cold and exposed,” I shout from my perch over his shoulder.
Before I have a chance to brace myself, he slides me down and wraps his arms around my waist. My ass is pressed into his pelvis, hiding it from anybody passing by. “You didn’t seem to mind it being exposed to those fucking perverts in