Conceited

by T. L Smith

  Contents

  Warning

  Untitled

  Blurb

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

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  Also by T.L Smith

  Copyright T.L Smith 2019

  Conceited by T.L Smith

  Crimson Elite #3 All Rights Reserved

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  Photographer- Wagner LA

  Edited – Swish Editing

  Edited – Contagious Edits

  CONCEITED

  “excessively proud of one’s self; vain”

  Blurb

  Ariel

  I would like to say we were old lovers. That once upon a time he was my everything, and I was his, but that would be a lie. He may have been mine, but I wasn’t his. I was his sister’s annoying little friend who he didn’t even know was in love with him.

  * * *

  Years later, after seeing him again for the first time, nothing has changed. Except now he notices me, and I will do everything in my power to avoid him. Because Falcon is the most conceited man on this planet, and because when he looks at me with steel eyes, my heart still misses a beat.

  * * *

  Falcon

  I get what I want, and I’m never denied anything either. It’s my charm. It’s hard to say no to something you never knew you desired until I’m standing in front of you. That’s not just who I am, it’s what I do. I help men achieve everything they have ever wanted.

  * * *

  Most people would go to great lengths to be near me. Yet, my sweet Ariel, I can’t even get her to stay in the same room as me. Maybe it’s because I told her I would be the best lay of her life—that has to be it—and once I’m finished with her, she’s avoiding being disappointed by every other man for the rest of her life.

  * * *

  It couldn’t possibly be anything else, because let’s face it, I’m perfect.

  1

  Falcon

  I was made for this life, I know it. I’m struck by that realization each and every time I step into an establishment. I compare it to my own, our club, Crimson Elite—one of the most notorious exclusive sex clubs in the world. To even gain entry you have to be approved by me. If you’re a man, that is. A woman, well, that’s all Creed’s job. Thank fuck. I think if I had to recruit women we wouldn’t get far, I adore them way too much. I especially like the way they taste. Not once have I had a woman that tasted nasty, each and every one is sweet and delectable and I relish their flavor. And Darby, well he is as Echo would say, the king of the place. While Echo is your man to track anything and everything there is to find on a person, Darby’s the main owner holding the largest share, while we all hold an equal percentage. Our club was built by us, we run it, and it’s the best place in the fucking world.

  As I stalk through the club, the men stare, the women linger, it’s part of the job. They have ideas about who I am. Where I come from. But none really know the truth unless they have been there. And I’m very picky in my selections, we don’t hold the title Elite for no reason.

  Hands touch my hip, soft, delicate hands, and I know instantly it’s a woman. I stop, liking the way they feel. It’s been two days since I’ve had my fill of a woman, and that’s two days too long. So hands on me is almost the perfect sin. Turning, big blue eyes stare back at me. I know those eyes. But how?

  She smiles as her hands start crawling up the front of my chest until she reaches my collar and leans in. “I knew you would be back, too much fun last time.”

  Shit! I’ve fucked her before.

  I never go back for seconds, unless those seconds are all that’s left, or they were at least memorable. This one, I don’t remember. Fuck!

  Lifting my hand, I touch her chin. “Not tonight, sweetheart.”

  Her nose scrunches, and she makes this weird sound in the back of her throat. It’s then I remember her. I was fucking her from behind when she started making animal noises. If she thought it was a turn on, she’s so wrong. The pig sounds were the last straw, and I had to ask her to leave. I had work, and it was my excuse.

  “You told me you’d call.”

  I know that’s a lie. Not once have I told a woman I would call them. Not once, unless it’s my sister. Even then I try to not call her.

  My finger brushes against her chin. “I didn’t. I never call. Goodnight.”

  Her mouth opens in shock as I walk away.

  Moving across the room, I notice the man I’m here to see tonight. He’s roped off in an exclusive part of the club. Girls dance around the outside hoping to gain his attention. He’s famous—too famous to be here where he can be seen. But he has tastes, very particular ones. You see, it’s my job to know exactly what kind of tastes the men have, and what makes them tick.

  The minute I’m let into the roped-off area his eyes land on me. His friend leans over, whispers something into his ear before he stands and offers me his hand.

  “I didn’t think it was true.”

  I raise my eyebrows at his statement. “What?”

  He leans in close. “The club… is it true?”

  I smile and lean back, taking a seat opposite him but not answering. So far, he’s passed all our security checks, and his history check has met our standards, but some people can be squeaky clean if they have the money to ensure they look that way. We know he has the money, which is why I’m here. To make sure he isn’t a bad egg, because no one wants to crack open something that smelly.

  He sits opposite me, his hands in his lap as he stays leaning forward like I might tell him some dirty little secret. “You came alone?” he asks looking around.

  The night depends on who’s available, but usually, I do come alone.

  I nod my head, smiling and nodding to the waitress for a drink. She already knows what I want and brings it over straight away.

  “Should we go somewhere private to talk?”

  He’s uneasy. I bet he hasn’t had to work for anything in his life for a long time. He h
as the looks, there’s no doubt about that. He’s in his prime, mid-thirties, and he’s at the peak of his career. All directors want to work with him. Yet, here he sits, his leg bouncing with nerves as he waits to see if I will give him what he wants, what he really wants, that he won’t share with the public. I’m sure every woman he’s been with he’s had to pay off because of his particular tastes. And most of them, in some way, end with him being tied and something stuck up his ass.

  I don’t judge, to each their own. I’ve seen all kinds of fetishes in my job. Some even give me ideas to try myself. I don’t just fuck a woman, I seduce her with my lips, lust for her with my hips, and take her with my cock. I’ve never had a woman complain, never had a woman who’s said no. Once they taste me, they’re ruined. I smile at the thought as my cock starts to harden.

  Fuck! I need to get laid.

  “No, here’s fine.”

  He sits back and tries to stop his knee from bouncing. I look around the club and smile.

  “Tell me, if you could pick any woman in here to take home tonight, who would you pick?”

  His lips form a thin line as he stares at me. “Is this a joke?”

  I shake my head, waiting for him to answer. He looks away, glancing back at me once before he looks again. His eyes flirt with the room before they stop and land on one woman. He looks back at me with a smile on his face. I follow his line of sight and see a girl with raven black hair cascading down her back, straight as a ruler, with a black dress so short I want to see what’s underneath it.

  “Her… I want her.”

  I now know his taste.

  “Collect the woman, then brush her off once you meet her. Do not direct attention to me whatsoever,” I say to both him as well as his bodyguard.

  He sits back and one of his men walks over to the woman. I turn to look back at him, but now he isn’t watching me, he’s watching the woman.

  “Sir.”

  His bodyguard’s voice comes from behind me, and by the way he stands up from his seat, I know she’s also here. He moves his feet from side to side, slides one hand in his pockets, and offers the woman his hand. I don’t look at her. I need to see the way he interacts, how he treats a woman. Violence is acceptable, but only if she consents to his hard limits at my club. We only have two women who cater to hard limits, so I need to make sure his fetishes are what happens to him not the other party.

  He says something to her, and I don’t hear a word as I put my drink to my mouth, watching his actions. You can tell a lot by the way someone moves. Are their fists closed? Are his hands open? The look on his face, is it curiosity or intrigue? Studying people is something I’m good at. I don’t need someone to speak for me to know them, I merely need to watch them.

  His eyes flash to me when the raven black-haired beauty stands in front of me. She can’t see me, I’m blocked by bodies obstructing her view. His hands touch her hip and she straightens in her stance. I finish my drink and stand. He steps to the side, forgetting the black-haired beauty already as he looks at me with eager eyes.

  “You’ll be in contact, right?” He then looks to her. “You can leave now.” Her back straightens and she doesn’t look my way as she steps off. I smile watching her retreating form.

  I tap his shoulder, and he tenses under my fingers. “You’ll see.”

  As I turn to walk off, the girl with the black hair captures my interest. I wonder what she would be like if I took her. Even though I’m here to work a little fun never hurt anyone. I walk to her at the bar, her legs are crossed as she stands tapping her hand on the counter waiting for a drink. I pat her shoulder and she spins around. “You…” she spits.

  I smile, she doesn’t. She crosses her arms over her chest, pushing her perfect breasts up on full display. She clicks her fingers in front of my face to get my attention off her breasts, before she rolls her eyes. She then walks off, leaving me smiling, standing where I am.

  “You know her?” Tom the guy I just saw suddenly appears by my side. I tense knowing he witnessed the fact that I went after something he wanted. But do I care? No.

  I look at the famous actor who wants what I have—to get him into my club. “Don’t go after her again. And don’t discuss with her who I am to you. I’m just a bystander nothing more.”

  He nods his head, not even contemplating arguing with me. Turning, I see her hair through the crowd of people—she’s making her way to the door. People make way for me as I go after her, and as soon as I step outside the door I see her. She’s on her cell, leaning against the wall her heel up as she types fast. “Fuck off, Falcon.”

  “But Ariel, haven’t you missed me?”

  She pulls a packet of smokes from between her breasts and lights one, then proceeds to blow the smoke my way. She knows I fucking hate smoking, so she’s doing it on purpose so I go away.

  “You ruined my night! I was working and you ruined it.”

  Taking the cigarette from her lips, I throw it on the ground and crush it with my foot as I lean against the wall with her. “You wanted to do a story?” I don’t have to look at her to know she’s rolling her eyes.

  A black car pulls up, the window is wound down, and a man I don’t recognize sits in the driver seat.

  Ariel pushes off the wall, walks to the car, and before she gets in she turns back to me. “You’re still an asshole, Falcon.” She smiles as she gets in, her legs tanned to perfection.

  “And you still want me,” I call out.

  She shakes her head and leans over to kiss the man sitting next to her. When she looks back to me her lipstick is smudged and she’s smiling.

  “Why would I want an asshole and a manwhore when I can have someone who isn’t those things?” She pulls her belt around her and snaps it closed.

  I lean down so I can see her face clearly. “Because you know I will be the best fuck of your life.”

  She laughs as the car drives off. I shake my head and stand up.

  That fucking woman.

  I hate her.

  But I want to fuck her.

  But I hate her.

  Especially her smart-ass mouth.

  Which should be wrapped around my cock.

  Fuck!

  2

  Ariel ‘Raven’

  If I could blow up someone in this world it would be Falcon, without a doubt. That man needs to be taken down a few notches. I’ve never met someone who’s such an ass in all my life. He gives manwhore a whole new definition.

  “So… you’re going to tell me why you just kissed me, right?”

  I laugh at Chad who continues to drive. “You enjoyed it.” I wink at him.

  “I would have preferred being kissed by that fine piece of ass at the door, but hey, you kiss all right.”

  “Trust me, you don’t want anything he has to offer.”

  He raises his eyebrows as we arrive at our condo. “Oh, is that Tracey’s infamous brother?”

  “It was.”

  Tracey has been my friend since seventh grade. I crushed on Falcon all throughout my teen years. Fuck, I probably still crush on him now, how could I not with the way he looks. But I also think he’s an egotistical ass. Someone who only thinks of themselves and their cock. And everyone that knows Falcon understands he only knows how to think with his cock. It’s been four years since I’ve seen him. I’ve done a good job at avoiding him for this long and now he’s back. Right when I was going to get the story of a lifetime—maybe one that could have landed me on the front page of the newspaper instead of somewhere near the back—he had to ruin it. I wonder if he knew Tom? Why was he in that club at that exact time. Tracey told me he mingles with the highest of the high celebrities, and he mixes with the best of them. If I hadn’t seen him I may have stayed and tried again, but no. He made me angry and I had to leave.

  Just my luck.

  Chad unlocks the front door and we step in. Chad has the master bedroom, while I have the spare. He’s way more diva than me, and I don’t need as much room as him. Plus, I
don’t have as many guests over as he does.

  “Let me get this straight, he’s the one that you crushed on all your life?”

  I roll my eyes at him. “No, just when I was a teenager.”

  He waves me off. “Semantics.”

  Pulling water from the fridge, he throws one to me.

  “I knew I shouldn’t have told you stuff when I was drinking,” I grumble at him.

  “Black beauty, you tell everyone anything and everything when you’re drinking. Don’t think I’m special.”

  He’s right, I need to stop drinking.

  Fuck it! I like it too much.

  “So, tell me, why did you never… you know… fuck him, if he was such a slut?”

  “I tried, once.”

  He leans over the counter, his hands cupping his chin, eyes shining bright with excitement. “Tell me more.”

  I wave him off, but he doesn’t move. “Fine! I was drunk and I may have thrown up on his shoes, then passed out. I woke up in my bed fully clothed with him sleeping on the floor.”

  He laughs, doubled over holding his belly.

  “I don’t find that funny.”

  “How old were you?”

  “Seventeen, almost eighteen.”