Worthy of You: Book One in The Haze Nightclub Series

by Kandee Reyna

  All week she was the only thing I could think about. The way her pussy tightened around my dick as I rubbed her clit ‘til she came. The sexy look on her face as she came undone with her eyes closed, and the way moans slipped from her lips unconstrained. After such a long day, being buried deep inside her felt needed.

  Fuck that.

  I’ve never needed anyone before, but I had my head of security find her Monday morning. Manny knew the name of the other woman she lives with and my guys found her that way. I was pleased to find she lives in a good neighborhood. She’s an art student at Colgate, at the top of her class, a waitress and an artist that sells her designs online and makes book covers for authors. She’s a painter but dabbles in graphic design. She’s sexy as fuck and smart, about to graduate this year—ahead of her class. The last thing I need is to be checking up on a woman; I don’t know what the hell has me so drawn to her.

  I stand from my desk and make my way to the front entryway. I nod to the head of my security detail and my best friend, Max, who’s waiting for me on the couch as I pass. I live in a small gated community, the first thing I ever purchased and built successfully. I don’t need a mansion to let everyone know I have money. I made it, my hard work has paid off, and that’s enough of a “fuck you” to anyone who wonders.

  Words aren’t needed, Max’s been my friend long enough to know that because it’s a Friday night we’re heading to the club. He’s been my best friend since high school and lives with me now. We’re a good team, and since we work together, it works out well. We both grew up in the same shitty neighborhood, in the same shitty government apartments, and we both had single moms who worked their asses off to feed us and keep us dressed in the same shitty off-brand, second-hand clothes. We spent all our time together as kids, especially the late nights alone when our moms worked over-night. When he started a security company, and I started turning down the Russian Mob, I employed him and his crew to hang around. I don’t need a bodyguard, but extra eyes and ears? I’d never turn that down. We live together anyway, so it was a no brainer.

  “Did you have any trouble finding the place?” He knows I’m referring to Renee’s apartment. I’d asked him to drop off the present for her. It’s not his job, not even close, but I asked any way, claiming I couldn’t get away.

  “Nah, man. Not at all. She’s pretty, bro.” He smirks. Fucker’s enjoying seeing me squirm. “Is this gonna become a regular thing? Taking her gifts?” He’s got a shit-eating grin on his face. He knows my rules, and he knows that this, the war going on in my head with Renee, violates them.

  “Fuck off. I’ll hire a delivery service next time.” I answer before I realize what it implies.

  “So, next time, huh? You know, Lo, it’s not a bad thing finding a girl you like. Your mom would be happy. I’d be happy for you. I’m not saying I’m gonna do it too, because fuck that shit, but I’m happy for you bro, if that’s what this is.” He’s serious but being playful. It’s his way of working ideas into my head when he knows I’m confused. I reach over and turn up the volume on the radio, effectively ignoring him, but I can still hear his laugh over the song. He knows he’s getting to me.

  Pulling up to the back entrance of the club we hop out and leave the car in the alley. The club music pounds through the walls as we enter, and my eyes sweep the bar, and seating areas that surround the sunk-in dance floor. Max slaps me on the back, “Later. See you at last call, bro.” He’s going to the bar. Where he sits every time we come, drinking nothing more than water.

  I raise my hand and chuck the deuce at him. “Later.” It’s still early, and there’s not a lot of people here yet, making the music sound hollow without all the bodies to absorb the noise. I move toward the staircase and I’m stopped by a tight blue dress and heels with clear soles. I roll my eyes and want to immediately tell her the only place those shoes belong are at a strip club and I’ve got four of them, if she’s interested in a job. “Natalie.” My voice drips with distain, but she preens when I address her, like she can’t hear it.

  “What’s up, Lo? In the mood for early fun?” Jesus. She’s like a fucking blood hound and her voice is sugary sweet like a ten-year-old. Why does she think that’s appealing?

  “No, I’m not.”

  “Okay, I can wait. You can watch me on the dance floor.” She runs her hands down the length of her body, twisting low and slow. The face she makes is supposed to be sexy, I’m sure, but her cheeks are so sunken in that she looks like she’s in pain instead. Bitch needs to get off the drugs. I don’t know what I found appealing in her, she does nothing for me anymore… not after my blue-eyed beauty.

  “No.” I say dismissing her. I try to side step her, but she follows my feet.

  “What the fuck, Lo?”

  “What the fuck, Natalie?” I mock her tone and glare down at her. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re jealous, which,” I bark out a laugh, “Would be fucking ridiculous since I don’t owe you a fucking thing. I’m not your man, or even your friend. Find someone else to fuck tonight, and every other fucking night, from now on.”

  “Fuck you, Lo!” I can barely hear her as I ascend the stairs.

  I pour myself a drink and sink into my arm chair that faces the window. Thoughts of Renee bent over, taking my dick, and moaning loudly assault my mind when I look at the place I had her pushed up against the window, and the thought of what it would be like to have her mouth wrapped around my cock has me shifting myself through my pants. I mindlessly watch the growing crowd, not really seeing anyone. Renee is on the forefront of my mind and every time I see long curls I hold my breath, hoping it’s her. I can’t shake her. I don’t normally look for the same girl, ever. There’s a few of them I’ve fucked more than once, but it was purely out of convenience, and usually, the ones who are okay with it have friends that are too. Making my work, when I need to sink balls deep into a pussy, minimal. I don’t chase. I also don’t like to be chased, which is why I’m becoming excessively annoyed with Natalie. I have a feeling I’ll end up having to ban her.

  I see Manny step out onto the street and wave someone over. My rule is that you can let in your friends if they don’t cause problems, and you don’t bring your whole fucking neighborhood. Manny usually just lets in women he’s trying to impress.

  I met Manny through his older brother, Rey, a big-time drug and arms dealer in my old ‘hood. He’s protective of Manny and wants better for his little brother, being in too deep to pull out himself. I can respect that and gave Manny a job, paying him way more than the position’s worth. If it keeps him off the streets, it’s worth it to me. It also put the street gang Todos Santos in my pocket. Manny is a fucking idiot sometimes, and Rey knows it, so he’s grateful I put up with him.

  I stand up and walk to the window to get a better look. He’s talking to the chick he let in last weekend, the one that came with Renee. My heart rate increases, and I hold my breath, waiting to see if she’s with her. I can read Manny’s lips as he mouths anything for you, Mami, to his girl while he eyes her up and down. She smiles and turns around, waving over someone else from the line.

  And there she is, wearing a skin tight red dress. It’s sleeveless and is held up with fabric that circles her long, smooth neck and connects to the body of the dress with openly spaced lines of fabric that cover her chest, allowing peeks of the top of her breasts. It’s modest in length and goes to her knees, but the way it hugs her body is sinful… and then she walks. There’s a slit in the side of the dress that reveals her thigh when she moves giving you a glimpse of her smooth silky skin. My eye follows her legs down to her shoes. Black and strappy with a killer stiletto. I imagine what they would feel like digging into me as I fuck her with her legs wrapped around me. Her dark hair looks longer tonight, it’s straighter with soft waves, enhancing her delicate features.

  She gives Manny a polite smile and he puts wrist bands on them. Manny isn’t 21, and after the digging I did on Renee, I know she’s not either, and won’t be
for another six months. My eyes follow her as she walks through the door, and when she runs her hand through her hair something glints in the moving lights. The bracelet. She’s wearing it. Then why the fuck hasn’t she called me?

  They move to the bar and order two shots of tequila that they both down immediately, raising the glasses in the air asking for another. Last week she nursed a cherry vodka and had water but tonight she’s downing shots like a sorority bitch. What the fuck? I feel my blood start to boil as Ax slides four more shots their way and takes a bill from her and smiles. She smiles back, and then lifts another to her mouth. The glass presses into her bottom lip, and she tosses her head back. What the fuck is she doing? She slams the glass onto the bar and downs the third. Her face doesn’t even compress at the taste. I miss what her friend is doing, but I guess she kept up because there’s four empty glasses on the bar, and they’re walking to the dance floor.

  She has her hands in the air and she’s pumping her body to the beat of the music. She rolls her ass and closes her eyes, throwing her head back. It’s sensual and the thought of anyone else seeing her irritates me. For fucks sake, I’m losing my God damned mind, and then she turns, facing the window. I hold my breath. She has no way of knowing for sure if I’m up here, but she opens her eyes, and a sly smile spreads across her face, revealing two perfectly round dimples on each cheek. Her hands are still above her head as she sways to the music, and she puts both middle fingers up, and without a doubt I know they’re for me.

  Chapter Eight: Renee

  “Tequila!” I shout to the bartender Krys landed last week. A smile spreads across his face.

  “Damn, girl. Going hard tonight?” He laughs. “Where’s your friend?”

  I smile in return and Viv laughs at me, “Make it two, Pretty Boy, and she’s busy tonight.” She tells him, and his face goes dark for a second before he turns. Another man mad about Krysta’s promiscuity; I internally shake my head.

  He returns with the shots, and we both immediately down them. I hold it up in the air to signal I want another and hold up two fingers to let him know I don’t just want one more. “Here’s to making Lo feel low.” I say setting the glass back onto the bar top just in time for Pretty Boy to come back with four more.

  “You plan on getting me as drunk as you?” Viv cackles at the sight of her two shots, “Manny’s gonna be taking me home tonight!” We clink our shots together and down them. The amber liquid burns going down, and my mouth waters at the bitter taste of the alcohol. I push my tongue to the roof of my mouth to ease the taste. I don’t trust Manny. He’s wild and always looking for a party. He has a baby face and looks innocent enough, but from what I’ve heard from Viv, he’s a player and can’t be trusted. I’ve also heard he can’t keep his hands to himself. She deserves better.

  “Well, I know who’s taking me home tonight.” I say pointing to my chest. “Girl power!” I reach for my last shot and down it too. My teeth have gone numb, and I can feel warmth spreading across my chest and up my neck. The alcohol is already making its way into my thoughts and I feel more relaxed and confident. “Let’s dance, Viv!” She nods her head, and we make our way to the floor.

  The music is already seeping into my soul, and Elie Goulding’s Why I Got You on My Mind is a perfect fit for how I’m feeling. I need to remember to tip the D.J. tonight. I roll my hips and push my ass out. I don’t know if he’s up in his ivory tower watching, or if he’s up there fucking the skanky Barbie, but I do know I hope he gets an eye full of me in this dress. My C cup breasts are pushed up high making them look more like a D, and my ass looks twice as big in this dress I borrowed from Krys. It’s stretched material moves against my hips, and I smile to myself thinking of the blood red, lace thong I have on under it. Before I can even stop myself, my eyes move to the mirror. All I can see is the clubs reflection in it, but I know if he’s there, he can see what I can in the reflection. The alcohol is liquid courage, and I feel a fire course through my veins as I think about him having another girl pressed up against that glass right now, fucking her senseless like he did me, and I raise both my hands in a two-finger salute and bat my lashes. The possibility that either he, or whoever he may have up there saw me, fuels the fire already running through me. Take that, Dick.

  I feel Vivian tug on my arm. “No you didn’t, girl!” She yells through her howling laughter. “He really pissed your ass off, didn’t he?! Come on, let’s get you another drink, Bad Ass.”

  I turn and follow her to the bar, and Pretty Boy comes up, setting a bottle of water in front of me. “Did I just see you flip off my boss?” He laughs, his teeth white and perfect. I bet his parents dropped some serious cash on those pearly whites.

  “Yup, sure did, and I don’t want this.” I say pointing to the bottle of water like it’s tepid and gross. “Tequila, please.” I cross my arms over my chest like a pouty teenager.

  “No can do, Princess. Boss’s orders. Water or soda is on the menu for you tonight.” He waves his cellphone in the air before pocketing it, letting me know Milo’s given the orders. “Bet you wish you kept those fingers to yourself now, huh?” He’s leaning on the bar, one hand on his hip, he’s damn good looking. Anger rises to my throat and grips it like a vice and adrenaline courses through my veins knowing he saw me.

  Who the actual fuck does Lo think he is? I clenched my hands into fists and lean over the bar, “He said what exactly!? That son-of-a-bitch!”

  Pretty Boy stands up, throwing his head back in laughter. “I like you. I’ll give you another shot, just to spite him.” He says wagging a finger at me. “You’re gonna be the death of him, that’s for sure. Fucking Lo.” I’d have to be around long enough to kill him, and that’s not gonna happen. He chuckles again and pours me a double this time, sliding it to me across the bar, and then another for Viv. “This one’s on the house.” He slaps the bar with his palm twice in quick succession.

  “Cheers.” I raise the glass in the air.

  “Cheers.” He repeats and walks down the bar to help someone else.

  I toss back the shot in one drink and face Viv. “Ready?”

  She shakes her head slowly at my behavior and her face boasts a huge grin, “You’re my fucking hero tonight, Ree. Let’s dance!”

  I pump my fist in the air one time and lead us back to the dance floor. Four shots in, well five since it was a double, I’m feeling damn good. I can honestly say I don’t give a flying fuck what Lo has to say, or who he’s with. Motherfucker wants to act like he owns me by cutting me off for the night, screw him. I don’t know why the bartender helped me out and poured me another, but I wasn’t going to question it or complain, and I make a mental note to tell Krys to go down on him, if she sees him again.

  Lady Gaga sings through the speakers about last night and sex dreams as my hands wander my sides and I bend my knees further, rolling my body and ass around with the song. I’m feeling sexy, and the shots I took have me feeling light on my feet and loose. I feel hands come around my waist and I lean into them, allowing the stranger to dance with me. Take that, Lo. I reach behind me and ruffle his hair with my hands, then run them down my body again and lean forward, bending my knees low and allowing my hair to fall in front of my face before bouncing my ass a few times. I come back up slowly, rubbing against the front of my new friend. His grip on my hips tighten from my little act, and I throw my head back, knowing if he liked it, it’s a good show for Boss Man high up in his tower. Only when I do, the hands of my friend start to stray down my hips, and a little too far back for my liking. I grab his hands, pulling them back up, and continue bouncing and moving my hips to the beat. A few seconds more and his hands go up… too far up and cup my breasts. I freeze, turning around to look at my handsy dance partner. I come face to face with a handsome man, probably late twenties, with floppy blonde hair and a fake tan. His suit and conduct scream ‘bank executive’ and he holds his hands up innocently and smiles.

  Before I can say a word, he’s sucker punched by a fist coming from
my left. He stumbles back and then jerks his head in the direction it came from, putting his fists up. “WHAT THE FUCK, MAN!?” He looks between me and the attacker and I swing my eyes around.

  Lo.

  My lips part, and my thighs quake with the proximity of him, and my knees weaken. It requires focus to breathe. Suck air in, blow air out… “Is this your fucking boyfriend!?” He directs the question to me.

  “No!”

  “Yes.” Lo answers at the same time, with a lopsided grin on his face.

  I look at Lo like he’s grown a second head. Yes? What the fuck is he talking about. We fucked once, and then he sent me an $11,000 bracelet. That’s not a relationship.

  “NO!” I repeat, shaking my head, shooting daggers at Lo with my eyes. The banker points a finger at Lo, “You heard her, back the fuck up. We’re dancing.” Oh, shit.

  Lo cocks back and slams his fist into the bankers face again, a direct hit to the nose. Blood gushes and his hands fly to his face, cupping his nose. “You crazy motherfucker!” He shouts at Lo, and then looks at me shaking his head, clearly coming to the conclusion I’m not worth this mess. Manny parts his way through the crowd and takes in the situation. Vivian has a surprised smile on her face with her eyebrows raised and is shifting her gaze between me and Lo, excitedly waiting to see what happens next.