The club opens in an hour and I'm still not ready. I grab the suit Wren has kindly picked out for me to wear from the couch, and begin putting it on. Getting ready in my office has become a habit over the years. I'm always here or at Wren's. I can't even remember the last time I have slept in my own bed.

After getting ready, I take a seat at my desk. I scan over the remaining paperwork spread across it and sigh. " I swear it's a never ending story." If it wasn't for Wren I would be up to my eyeballs in paperwork. I gather the remaining papers and file them away for another day.

I glance at my watch, and slouch back in my chair locking my hands behind my head. I wonder where Wren is? I let her borrow by car to drop the kids off at their fathers well over an hour ago, she should have been back by now. I fish my phone from my pocket and dial her number. A frown crosses my face when it goes straight to voicemail.

That's odd, her phone is always on and fully charged. I wait a few moments before trying again. This time it rings a few times before going to voicemail. Huh, maybe she is in a deadzone or something. I rub my face roughly and place my feet on my desk, trying my best not to worry.

Wren hates it when I jump to conclusions. But sometimes, sometimes I just can't help it, and today just happens to be one of those sometimes. Especially when I know she will be alone with Maxen. He is a very dangerous man, and I don't trust him as far as I can spit. And if he ever thinks about harming her again, I will kill him without question.

Just then the door bursts open, catching me by surprise, causing me to flip in my chair. I land hard on the floor. Wren roars with laughter. Of course the little bitch would find this funny. I slowly pull myself from the floor with a grown.

My eyes find Wren, who is hunched over in pain from laughing so hard. Good, serves her right! She tries to stifle her laugher only to fail. I really don't find it all that funny. I bite my tongue in vexation.

Wren takes in a deep calming breath. She wipes the tears from her eyes, and straightens herself. "That was just too funny," she chuckles breathlessly. I give her a pointed look. It's only funny to her.

She puts her hand on her hip and returns the look. "Don't look at me like that. That's payback for yanking me out of bed not to long ago." Is she seriously still holding that over my head? That was well over a month ago.

Shaking my head I pick my chair up from the floor, and take a seat. Wren pulls an object from a bag, and holds it up. " You didn't have a mask, so I bought you one," she hands me the black leather mask. I reach my hand out as to take the mask from her hand, only to snatch her by her wrists, pulling her into my lap.  She giggles at my action, and sits comfortably.

"What took you so long?" She sighs, and turns her face away from me. I grab her by the chin, forcing her to look at me. I really hate when she does that shit.

" Maxen held me up, that's all."

I cock my head to the side, and give her a disapproving look. She knows she's going to have to give me more than that. My eyes scan over her exposed skin, searching for marks of any kind. Thankfully, I find none.

She searches over my face."He just wanted to talk that's all," she reassures me. I nod my head slightly, and release her chin. As long as he didn't threaten or hurt her I can accept it.  Eventually she'll tell me.

"I tried to call your phone, but it went to voicemail," I inform her.

A bewildered look crosses her face. Wren stands, and leisurely walks to the couch. She plucks her phone from her purse and saunters towards me, grabbing her suitcase, and placing it next to my desk, before taking her place back on my lap.

She hands me her phone, giving me full access to it. I scroll through it steadily. I don't see any missed calls from my phone or anyone else's. In fact the last time she made a call was to her daughter yesterday. "Maybe you was out of service," I propose, handing her back her phone.

Wren shrugs her shoulders at my comment, and stands. "I need to get ready," she states, grabbing her clothes from her suitcase and begins to undress. A smile spreads across my face. Bestfriend or not, if a woman gets undressed in front of me I'm going to look. After all I am a man.

I lean back in my chair and scan over Wren's toned body. For a woman with two children, she has managed to keep herself fit. She slips a white mesh shirt over her black bra, leaving most of her abdomen exposed. Wren is a hip-hop dancer, and likes to wear clothing that lets her body breathe. I'm no dancer, and I know how hot it gets on that dance floor.

Next, Wren pulls her signature lightweight jet black unltrasuede chaps from the suitcase and slips them on with ease, exposing her black spanks, that have Sugar written in neon pink lettering across the butt. She tried to wear leather chaps at one point, but after every sweaty performance they left her legs raw and sore from them rubbing. So me being the bestfriend that I am, I went in search for the most comfortable pair of chaps I could find. They cost me a good chunk of change, but the investment was worth it. She is able to dance in comfort, and that's all that matters.

Wren struggles a little with the belt on her chaps. I chuckle at how vexed she is getting the longer she fiddles with it. She sends me a playful glare, and approaches me for help. "They always have to make these things so difficult," she sighs and stand in front of me. Not going to lie, I like it when she needs my help with her clothing, I get to be perverted in entirely different way.

" It's been some time since I have had a vagina in my face."

It's true, I havent since, Sarah and I split up. Without warning she smacks me hard upside the head. "Ouch," I yelp, and look up at her. She has a satisfide look plasted on her face.

"Now is that anyway to treat your help?"

I rub the area she smacked. She gives me an entertained look. Wren, isn't fooled by my acting skills whatsoever. Her smack may have stung, but she knows me well enough to know that her assult has no affect on me.

I finally finish with the belt, she takes a step back, and spins in one place. I nod in approval. She walks to the mirror, and puts on her makeup. I don't know why she wears the stuff, she looks beautiful without it. But, it's her face, she can do as she pleases.

Wren glances at the time, "Well, it's almost show time," She walks over to me, giving me a kiss on the head. She yelps, when I smack her hard on the ass, as she walks away. Wren rubs her hand over her butt in a gentle manner.

"That's going to leave a fucking mark asshole," she spats at me angrily.

I shrug my shoulders, and sink back in my chair with a smirk. Her eyes narrow at my actions. She growls, and exits the room, slamming the door behind her. She'll get over it, she always does.

Wren may have been the victim of abuse in the past, but I pitty the next man who ever decides to lay a hand on her now. Ever since the insident at the club, she has been 'secretly' taking self-defence classes with my right hand man James. And from what he has told me, she is pretty badass at it, and he plans on teaching her how to shoot a gun when he feels she is ready. She doesn't know that I know about any of it, and that's how it's going to stay. She will tell me when she is ready.

I'm not mad that she is 'keeping' this from me. Actually, I'm very proud of her for taking the time to learn how to defend herself. I know how much it bothers her to feel helpless, and if this is what she needs to do to feel safe, and independent, then I say leave her to it. I smile at the thought of, Wren kicking ass.

A hard knock brings me from my thoughts. That has to be Draven!" Come in," I yell. Sure enough Draven steps in and closes the door behind him. He takes a seat in the chair across from me.

" Ten minutes sooner and you would have ruined your own surprise. She just left," I tell him truthfully. He sqirms in his seat at the mention of Wren, and stares at me with a blank expression. That's when i decided to fuck with him a little.

"And let me tell you, I start, you missed one hell of a view brother," I tell him, nodding towards the couch where Wren left her clothing. I'm curious to know how he will react. He glances at the couch beifly, and snaps his eyes back to me. I smirk at the irritated look on his face.

" She got dressed in here?"

I nod my head in response.

" With you in here?" He probes me further, and again, I nod my head.

"So you seen her naked?" He grits. He tenses at his own question. I laugh hard. He says I'm easy to get roused up.

" No, you idiot! She was in her bra and spanks."
His body seems to relax a little, but there is still tension.

" It's no different than seeing her in a bikini." He nods his head slightly, in agreement. I think I have had enough fun with him for now.

I clear my throat."So you said we have some business to talk about?" I question, changing the subject. I pull a bottle of Johnnie Walker 'Blue Label' blended Scotch whiskey from the top drawer of my desk along with two glasses, and pour us both a shot.

I have a feeling we are going to be drinking a lot of this." Yes we do." He takes a sip of his whiskey. "There's a rat amongst us." My heart sinks to the pit of my stomach. That was the last thing I expected." One of our shipments got busted attempting to deliver to one of our clubs."