Since I'm later than I intended, there are several staff people who have already arrived at The Lotus and are setting up for what looks like some sort of performance tonight.
"Hey Elizabeth." I'm greeted at the door.
"Hey Jarrett." Jarrett is The Lotus's new manager. Larry has been made a weekend manager, and Marco is still the bar manager.
"Office is open; go on inside."
"Getting ready I see."
"Yeah it should be a fun night."
"What's going on tonight again?"
"Surprise performance. It's going to be an acoustic set by Maroon 5"
"Wow!"
Jarrett cocks his head to the side.
"You didn't know?"
"Uh, no."
"It's going to be a real sexy event. Lots of celebrities will be here. I'm surprised your cousin didn't tell you."
"I'm sure he meant to." I lie. "I've just been so swamped with work, I probably didn't give him much of an opportunity to tell me."
"Sure. Well I've got to go check on the sound people, so help yourself to the office. Holler if you need anything."
"Thanks Jarrett."
After about twenty minutes running the computer's new database software through it's paces, I pop my head up after hearing the door lock click.
It's him.
"Elizabeth."
"Asshole." I greet Roman in return.
Except I don't really mean it. My anger dissipated the moment he walked through the threshold. Roman looks absolutely, without a doubt, hot. He's wearing his usual go to uniform of a worn tee, snug jeans, boots and a custom blazer. His five o'clock shadow is heavy and his head freshly shorn. And those eyes...
"You're here late," He comments.
"I'll be finished in about ten more minutes."
"Then you're leaving?"
"Sure am."
"What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing."
"Stop lying."
"Did you get a text from me today?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah?! Why didn't you respond?"
"I was tied up."
The first image that pops into my head when he says this is that he has been tied up all day banging some other woman. A woman with long legs and fake breasts. A type of woman who's never heard of the national debt and who only knows football players based on the salaries they make or the celebrities they've screwed. A type of woman that would jump at the chance to shout off of the rooftop that she was with Roman. A woman who he's conveniently not related to. So basically a woman that is the complete opposite of me.
"What's with all the black?"
He probably is asking me about my outfit, because it's so clearly obvious that I'm either about to go clubbing or about to rob a bank. I never wear all black; but tonight I have on a black tank top, tight black skinny jeans with a gold skinny belt, my favorite black pumps, and probably entirely too much make up.
"I have plans."
"Is that right."
"Yep."
Roman walks slowly up to and around the desk I'm sitting at. I can smell him. He's been drinking already tonight. Cognac I think. He pops a few M&M's in his mouth and sits on the edge of the desk directly in front of me.
"Where are you going without me, Duchess?"
"Just out." I bend my head down. I can't face him. I feel extraordinarily guilty that I won't be here with him tonight, and I'm pretending as if I'm the one mad at him.
"If I told you not to go would you listen?"
"Probably not."
"And there lies the problem doesn't it."
I don't think he's waiting for an actual response to that statement, so I stay silent.
"You don't listen to a fucking thing I say. You do whatever you want. Well I'm going to give you what you want then–"
"Wait." I anxiously interrupt. This doesn't sound good.
"I'm done."
"What do you mean done?"
"You know what the fuck I mean."
"Why!? Because I won't come to your stupid show tonight?"
Crap I didn't mean for that to come out the way it did.
"Because this is dumb!" He roars. "Because I don't beg for pussy, and I'm not going to start now. Not even from you."
"So I'm just that to you now?!"
"You know you're not just that. You're every fucking thing. But I can't seem to make you see that. So if you don't see it, if you don't feel it, if you don't want it, then I'm just the fuck done."
"I thought you were going to give me some more time. I thought you were going to wait for me!"
I feel a heavy sensation on my chest.
I think it's panic.
"Your time is up." He says coldly.
And now I'm pretty sure that the tears are coming next, but I'll do almost anything to make sure that he doesn't see them.
This is my out.
Right here.
This moment.
He's serving it to me on a silver platter, and I need to take it before I destroy us both.
"Then let me finish up in here, and I'll be on my way."
I bow my head lower as a tear drops on the keyboard in front of me, but Roman either doesn't see or doesn't care and the next thing I know, the only sounds I hear are Roman's heavy booted footsteps walking away from me and the office door slamming shut.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
ROMAN
"Shit looks good in here Rome."
My crew is all here. Good thing too, because I'm ten seconds away from getting good and fucking drunk.
Cutter is complimenting me on the new custom love seats I ordered for the VIP area, Camden is checking on a couple of things in the back for the performance seating, and Jade is flirting with Mr. Rico fucking Suave himself– the bar manager Marco. Why I still employ him is beyond me.
The King brothers and I came up with the idea of hosting live concerts in The Lotus to justify our exclusive membership price of seventy-five hundred for the year, as well as to attract more high profile clientele. We want the celebrities we have in our pockets, like Mendez, to get a few pictures canoodling with other celebrities in an approved setting. A setting that we control. No drugs. No driving home drunk. Basically they're paying us twice. Once to party and then again to keep them out of trouble.
It's a brilliant plan that Joseph actually masterminded. Instead of resenting him so much, I'm starting to think it would be a smarter idea for me to learn as much as I can from him. He may not be the best father on the planet, but he's certainly an expert on how to turn ten dollars into ten thousand. And that's a legacy that a whole lot of sons would love to have passed down to them from their fathers.
"Yeah it does." I agree with Cutter on the new decor. "The munchkin had a lot to do with it." I say giving Jade her props.
"You should have set up a back room though. Like a champagne room. I like my pussy fresh and hot off the dance floor."
"You really need a back room for that? I'm sure you can find a corner somewhere in here." I joke.
"I'm not seventeen anymore, Rome. I stopped fucking in club corners a long ass time ago." Cutter chuckles. "So what's up with the guest list? Did you invite those models from New York? What was the blonde's name? Amy? Amelia?"
"I don't know. Jade handled all of that. I'm sure they're coming."
Cutter raises his eyebrows.
"You love model pussy. So what's up?"
"Nothing."
"You're lying, which is something you never do, so it must be serious. Therefore I'll leave your moody ass alone. Just fix your face by tonight. You look scarier than usual, and I don't want you scaring away my model pussy." He laughs.
"Shut up asshole."
***
The night couldn't be going any better than it is. That little prick Marco did something right for once and made sure to hire a few new girls that drunk ass business men like to throw money at. High tits, tight asses, flat stomachs and somewhat slutty. Perfect. They've got men buying bottles in here left and ri
ght and the bar is probably going to have its best night yet.
The set is still going on downstairs while I'm up here sitting in the VIP area with my good friend Jack Daniels. Contemplating what woman will get the fine privilege of breaking me from my Elizabeth fast. I'm not eating that pussy ever again. The problem though is that I can't make a decision. Maybe I drank too much already. Maybe I'm just tired from all the running I was doing today. I don't know what the fuck is going on, but not one of these bitches is making my dick hard.
"Hey boss man."
Speaking of not making my dick hard– it's Jade.
"What's up little nugget?"
"I really don't want to tell you this."
"So why are you? Go find some rich guy's head to play with downstairs."
"You'll fire me if I don't tell you."
"What now, Jade?"
"I've been keeping an eye on that kid like you asked me to."
Suddenly my hackles rise. I'm not going to like this shit.
"And?"
"Elizabeth's boy is definitely back in town."
"Don't call him that." I say through gritted teeth. "Has he called her yet?"
Is that what the fuck she's doing right now instead of being here with me?
"I don't think so; but I put an eagle eye on his new place, and my guy just texted me a pic. Take a look."
Jade scrolls down and enlarges a picture on her phone of a small apartment. The living room area. There isn't much to it. It's definitely a guy's place. A sofa, two chairs, a fireplace, a flat screen and a small side table, but it's the decorations that are a kick to my gut.
A picture of a smiling Elizabeth on the mantle of the fireplace.
Two pictures of Elizabeth and the dickhead together on the small table.
Some sort of college newspaper clipping that features Elizabeth, fucking framed, and hung on that douchebag's wall over top of the sofa.
"This fucker is insane!" I bellow.
"Okay, calm down, I agree. He may be off a little. I mean it isn't exactly a shrine, but he's definitely having some sort of a break with reality. Either that or maybe she's still–"
"Shut it, Jade."
"Well it's possible. I mean don't act like it's not a possibility. Without actually tapping her cell phone and shit, we don't know who she's been talking to. She could be encouraging his ass for all–"
"I know she isn't." I cut her off.
"Really? Well where is your precious Elizabeth right now? Do you know that? She sure as shit isn't here."
"She's out."
"With the little NBA brat no doubt. Into all sorts of trouble with that one."
"Probably." I take another swig of my Jack.
It's the only thing that can comfort me now, because I really want to hurt this Ethan kid, and it doesn't even matter that he hasn't done anything lately. Just the fact that he's breathing the same air as Elizabeth has my trigger finger itchy like a motherfucker.
Fuck it.
I need to find her.
***
I should have put a tail on all four of them myself.
Elizabeth, Ethan, Jagger and Sloan.
That way I would have complete control over this situation. I have never been this sloppy before in my life. If this were a client I was working, I would know everything, down to what type of toilet paper each of them fucking buys.
Once again I'm flying blind. I need to remember this night and make sure that I never fucking repeat it. Family or not. Girl I'm trying to impress the fuck out of or not. This sloppy shit is not me. So since I'm blind, I'm going to have to rely on my instincts. Which are good but never a sure thing.
I know girls like Sloan. I've fucked a hundred of them. They're beautiful, spoiled, and entitled. Some are social climbers, some are thrill chasers, but Sloan is a fun seeker. She just wants to party and bullshit her way through life. There are a lot of places in the city to do just that tonight, but only a few where all-black, casual attire is acceptable.
Elizabeth has to be in one of them.
Lucky for me, third time is the charm. I can spot that spectacular ass shaking a mile away.
"Hey, Roman." A loud, feminine voice distracts me momentarily from my mission.
"Hey." I say not paying much attention to who I'm talking to, because I'm busy watching the asshole that's dancing with Elizabeth. He's enjoying it way too fucking much.
"It's Patricia." She says a bit indignantly. I guess I'm supposed to remember her.
"What's up Patricia?"
"You want to dance?"
"I don't dance."
"But you move so well in other places, I'm sure you can dance just as good too."
Patricia gives me a drunk, flirty smile, but it does nothing to ring any bells for me. I don't remember this chick. I'd probably need to see her with her clothes off from the neck down to have any recollection. And even then my memory would probably be sketchy.
"Listen darlin', I've got to handle some business right now. So you go on and ask somebody else all right?"
"Awww, don't be like that Romeo," she unattractively slurs.
Then tipsy Patricia slides her sweaty palm down my face, and I quickly swat it away like the little annoying gnat that she is. But it only takes that split second for me to lose Elizabeth in the crowd.
FUCK!
I start walking through the sea of bodies that are writhing to some god awful Little Wayne song and miraculously I spot the glamazon. She's flirting with some nondescript dude, so I walk up on them to get some answers.
"Glamazon."
She rolls her eyes immediately upon meeting mine.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"Looking for my cousin."
"Why? She's out with me."
I give nondescript dude one hard grit, he sizes me up, then walks his ass away.
"I need to talk to her."
"Oh my God, you scared my date away. Don't you have like a hundred clubs to run or men to pistol-whip? Why the hell are you bothering us?"
What has Elizabeth been telling this bitch?
"I'm going to pretend that you didn't just say some very offensive shit to me and ask you again where the fuck my cousin is."
"How should I know? Dancing no doubt. We are in a club."
Once again I try to understand why Elizabeth hangs out with her. Women are supposed to stick together in a club. Especially a grimy one like this. Any fucking thing could happen.
"Why are you such a bitch?"
"Because you are such an asshole. Every time Elizabeth talks about you she has nothing good to say. You need to stop fucking with her head."
"Whatever. Has Elizabeth mentioned anything about Ethan to you lately?"
"Why?"
She doesn't look the least surprised by my question. She knows something. I could threaten her, but that wouldn't be polite, and Elizabeth would probably never speak to me again. So since I can't have that, maybe I've got to handle this another way.
Be nice Roman.
"Elizabeth and I may argue, but she's family, and her parents would kill me if anything happened to her on my watch. Ethan put her in harms way and it wasn't that damn long ago that he did it. He's a drug addict and he's dangerous. I'm just trying to keep her safe."
I see a slight change in Sloan's facial expression.
"You think he's dangerous?"
Her eyes shift.
"Has she talked to him, Sloan?"
"Well no, but he called me."
"You?"
"He didn't call Bitsy, because she asked him not to contact her anymore when you guys were in the Bahamas, so he called me."
"When?"
"A couple of times. The last time I talked to him was earlier today."
Today! I just want to smack some common sense into this little glamazon's head, but I can see that I'm dealing with a girl with a lot of mouth but limited street smarts. She can't smell one bit of trouble, just like Elizabeth can't. She's all talk.
"Tell me e
verything he said."
Turns out that Ethan has been working Sloan for information about Elizabeth for at least two weeks. Asking her about her new job (with me). Asking her if she plans on moving out of my father's house. Pleading his sorry ass case. Telling Sloan that he loves Elizabeth. That he just wants another chance to show her that; and some other bullshit about his swimming career, blah, blah, blah. Whatever the fuck.
"I need you to listen to me carefully, Sloan. Don't tell Elizabeth I was here. It'll just make her angry. But when Ethan calls you again, I need you to arrange a time to meet him and then tell me where."
"That's a pretty tall order. Lie to my best friend. Set up another friend. You're not going to hurt him are you?"
"Will you do this or not?"
"If I don't do it what are you going to do?"
"Handle shit without you."
"All right, all right. It's very possible that he could end up here tonight."
"Why!?"
"I told him we were coming here. I thought it would be an easier way for them to see each other again without a lot of drama. You know in a public place."
My eyes start to immediately scan the room. I'm looking for dickhead or Elizabeth, or God forbid the both of them together.
After about the longest five minutes of my life, I see a massive mop of dark, curly hair. I would know that head of hair anywhere. It's been threaded through my fingers many fucking nights. I've yanked that hair back as I pounded its owner from behind. I've sniffed that hair, curled it between my fingers, and even brushed it in the mornings.
I've found her and now that I have, I want her ass more than ever.
"Duchess." I say almost in relief.
She whips her head around while the man she's talking to still has his hands wrapped around her hips. I can't believe my fucking eyes.
It's him.
"Roman." Elizabeth says while reaching for my arm. I can tell by the glint in her eyes that she's happy as fuck to see me. It feels almost as good to see that look on her face as it does when she's coming apart for me. But my brain can't compute all these conflicting visuals.
Elizabeth happy to see me.
Ethan with his hands on her.
Elizabeth reaching for me.
Elizabeth actually talking to this asshole.
"You've got three fucking seconds to take your hands off her ass, or I swear to mother fucking God that I'll snap that little scrawny swimmer's neck of yours."
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