Seize Me Part 5

"Oh Star," he chuckles. "C'mon I'll walk you both out."

Thank the heavens above. I'm practically squealing with delight knowing that we're going home. I force myself not to be b.u.mmed out that Braxxon isn't saying goodbye though. He's a bada.s.s; I get that, but he's just downright rude. He already left my core aching, and now he's being a p.r.i.c.k again.

We picked up our little rental car and one of the prospects followed us home. It was one of the longest rides of my life. Lana's been happily smiling ever since leaving Breakneck and yeah, I know I'm a glutton for punishment because I find myself longing for the voice, touch, and smell of Braxxon. Once we're home, I plop down on our couch and cross my arms, pouting when my phone starts ringing. I swear my moods are bi-polar. One minute I don't want him and the next I miss him. My swollen lips between my legs also have something to do with that.

"h.e.l.lo," I answer.

"Bye Angel." His husky velvet voice breathes through the phone.

Two hours too late dude.

"Bye Braxxon," I huff, hanging up.

See? Mood swings much. I need to seek help immediately. Not two minutes after I hang up, I receive a text message from him.

Braxxon: *You hurting baby?*

b.a.s.t.a.r.d! I can be c.o.c.ky too. I respond.

Winter *But it hurts sooooo good!*

Ding Braxxon *Mmm Angel next weekend*

I frown. I can't text back now. Gah, why do I have to be so indecisive when it comes to him? I growl and toss my phone on the table. Lana looks up from the television.

"What?" Lana asks.

"Braxxon," I say because that's all I need to say for her to get it.

"Ah... he reminds you of your old life. Doesn't he?"

"Yeah. Every single thing about him does. He'll get tired of trying and move on. Besides it was just a weekend bang." I smile with the word bang.

"I dunno, Winter. He gives you that look."

"What look? And how would you know? You were drugged all weekend," I say frustrated.

"Even in my drugged induced state of mind that connection was clearly visible."

"Whatever." I laugh throwing a pillow at her, wincing that I was stupid enough to forget she was just shot. "Sorry."

It's Friday night, and I'm heading into work. Braxxon has texted me a few times a day and has tried calling. I've ignored him. It's taking everything I have not to give in. I never thought I would be hot for a guy who referred to me as b.i.t.c.h when he was s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g me. I should be offended, or something, but I'm not. I wave to Keith who is the doorman and security guard at the front of the club. He nods and tells me that Rich needs to see me before I get ready. Just great, what in the h.e.l.l did I do?

I knock on his office door, and he hollers for me to come in.

"Hey boss, you wanted to see me?" I ask, sitting down in front of his desk.

Rich is an older playboy type of man. He has a head full of silver hair and even a silver beard; he wears gold chains all over his body.

"Yeah Star, I'm gonna have to let you go," he says with a sigh.

"What?" I screech, jumping up. I've never been fired, and the first time I am, it's from an exotic strip club? Seriously?

"Why?"

"I owe a favor to someone; that's all I'm saying. I'm gonna miss you gorgeous, but go clean out your things."

Well, that was blunt.

"You owed a favor to whom?" I ask already knowing the answer. I'm going to do some bodily damage. "Never mind; I know who. I'll be back to get my things in a few days. You owe me that much."

He nods as I stomp out of his office and back to my car. That no good f.u.c.king biker b.a.s.t.a.r.d! I call Lana and tell her what happened. She just laughs on the other end of the phone, so I hang up on her. I know my foot pressing on the gas and speeding through someone else's territory is going to p.i.s.s some people off if I break down in our rental, but I don't care. I'm ready to hurt that p.r.i.c.k! I make an hour drive seem like the snap of fingers as I pull in through the compound gate. I don't even remember slamming the car in park before I hop out. PP comes running up to me as I hastily walk towards the clubhouse.

"Star what's wrong? You need me to get the VP?"

The VP? h.e.l.l no, I want the d.a.m.n President. Oh my, that sounds kind of hot. Dammit! No, it doesn't.

"Where the f.u.c.k is Braxxon?"

PP's eyes widen, and he tries pulling me to a stop. I barge into the clubhouse, screaming the place down.

"Hey Star, what's wrong?" Pyro chuckles.

"Don't give me that s.h.i.t; you know what he did. Where the f.u.c.k is your Prez, Pyro? I swear I'm gonna have him eating his own d.i.c.k for supper!"

"Pyro, he's busy right now," Prospect murmurs as if it's a whopping secret.

"He's busy doing what? Banging some hoe while I was off getting fired because my boss owed him a solid?"

I stomp off, and as I do, I can hear PP mumbling that the Prez is gonna be angry. Then I hear Pyro say I'm the only one that could ever get away with this.

As I near the steps, I hear moaning. Lots and lots of moaning coming from the top of the narrow stairwell. I get the largest smile on my face. At least I'm about to ruin his p.u.s.s.yfest. I know he can hear my footsteps coming because the groans get louder as if he's purposely doing them.

I fling the door open and I'm shocked. There's not one, not two but three d.a.m.n girls in the room with him. Two of the woman are going to it, and he's just watching as the third sucks him off.

"You got me f.u.c.king fired," I seethe.

"Yep," he grins while gripping the s.l.u.t's hair.

"Why?"

"Cuz you p.i.s.sed me off," he says with a devilish smile.

"Brax," I moan. s.h.i.t, when did he become Brax? "You can't just get me fired because I'm trying to stay away from you. It's not right."

"I can and I did."

"There's a reason I'm trying to stay away, Braxxon. Did you ever think about that?" I whisper.

G.o.d I can't believe I'm having this conversation with him. The room smells like one giant p.u.s.s.y; he's getting his d.i.c.k sucked, and two m.u.f.fler bunnies are eating each other out.

"Not good enough."

He's so infuriating.

"Dammit... if you wanna conversation with me, wrap this s.h.i.t up before I leave Braxxon. I will go far, far away from here and never look back."

Either something in my tone or the way I'm gazing at him must set him off because he pushes b.i.t.c.h number one of his d.i.c.k.

"Get the f.u.c.k out," he roars.

"Baby," she coos as the others take off running out of the room. "You gonna let her threaten you like that?"

One minute she's running her hands down his chest, the next she's on the floor gripping her cheek. Braxxon just slapped the s.h.i.t out of her.

"I said out b.i.t.c.h!"

She doesn't even bother getting her clothes. She's so quick I nickname her c.o.c.kroach because she's dirty and fast fleeing away.

When the coast is clear, I point my finger at him. "If you ever hit me like that I'll slit your throat in your sleep."

It's not a threat; it's a straight warning.

"I would never hit you, baby," he says softly in the voice I've missed so very much all week long.

"Why did you have Rich fire me?"

"Because you're mine and I won't have you dancing." He sits down on his bed.

"I'm not yours Braxxon. We f.u.c.ked; that's it," I whimper overcome with emotions.

"You're mine. I've f.u.c.ked you raw. That makes you mine," he says, taking the condom off his c.o.c.k.

"You used a condom for head?" I ask, laughing.

"I don't know where that b.i.t.c.h's mouth has been," he smirks.

"You got me fired. You are so paying my bills until I find another job," I say seriously.

He looks offended.

"You think I would have you fired and not take care of you?"

"Well, yes," I answer honestly.

"So much to learn," he says shaking his head.

"Go wash the s.k.a.n.k off. I'm sending one of your Prospects to get me some d.a.m.n gummy bears. You stress me the h.e.l.l out!"

"Okay Angel," his voice soft and smooth.

And of course, like any other woman, I swoon again.

I'm sitting down at the bar chatting with PP and eating my gummy bears when Braxxon comes down the stairs looking like a delicious naughty boy. His low-hanging jeans leave his black boxers exposed at the top. He wore his cut over a white tee shirt that stretches across his taut muscular chest. His black riding boots are only tied half way up with the tongue folded over as if he just slipped them on. To top off this insanely delicious moment is the unlit cigarette he's rolling around in that beautiful mouth of his while smiling at me. His movements are slow and precise as if he's teasing me with each step he takes towards me.

"I've washed the s.k.a.n.k off, Angel," he murmurs low in my ear. I almost choke on my gummy as I suck in a breath.

Pull it together Winter; he's just a ridiculous s.e.xy man, that's all. I slowly turn around and wrap my legs around his waist.

"So if I were to go down on you later, I wouldn't smell cheap perfume?" I ask as I tongue my gummy bear around in my mouth.

Braxxon leans down, his lips just a whisper from mine. "Never again, Angel."

As I search his eyes for the meaning behind his words, his lips close the distance, and his tongue swoops in to steal my gummy bear.

"Hey," I whine as he pulls back, chomping away at my flavored goodness, his full white grin and his eyes taunting me.

"I wonder what these would taste like if I flavored them with your juices," he says.

What?

"You're not sticking those anywhere but here." I point to my mouth.

"We'll see."

Kinky b.a.s.t.a.r.d.

I shake my head laughing at him.

"So you got me fired. Are you going to entertain my new free time? It's only logical that you do."

He looks regretful. Like what he has to say to me, I'm not going to like. Braxxon unwraps my legs from his waist, picks me up, and carries me over to sit on a sofa near the stage.

"I'm only telling you this because you understand a little. You never repeat anything I ever tell you. Do you understand, Winter?"

He used my real name. So this is serious Braxxon, I take it.

"I understand," I whisper as I twirl my fingers through his freshly washed locks.

"Pyro is on his way to your place with one of the prospects to pick up Hazel and pack up some of your belongings."