"If you weren't with that god-like man, I'd sleep with you."

My eyes find James through my vanity mirror, and he grins at me while making himself comfortable on my bed. His fitted black tee slightly rises above his baggy jeans, and his dyed hair shags as he tilts his head. I apply minimal gloss across my lips before popping them; meanwhile never taking my eyes off my friend.

"Was that an invitation, James?" I ask, letting a teasing smile slide onto my lips, "did you want to skip the club, handsome?"

"No!" he stutters.

I roll my eyes in amusement, while James buries his face into one of my pillows. He still gets flustered so easily when he knows that everything I say is always just teasing. Nevertheless, I like seeing him turn pink and squirming under my gaze. It's a sight to see.

I do a one over of my makeup, and hair, before confirming that I look enticing for the night. As every other night. I step into my black heels, that went well with my blood red dress, before putting on my favorite silver necklace. I bend down to click my anklet into place, and fix my hair over my shoulders. James whistles, bringing my attention back to him, and he pretends to cover his crotch with my pillow.

"Fuckable?" I ask, doing a slow spin.

"Orgasm on legs," James praises, encouraging me as he does when we go out together.

"Perfect."

We leave my room and head downstairs to see what car we're taking. I personally don't care, but James says he wants to ride in style. He'll be driving, after ruling me incapable, because the length of my heels. His eyes rack over the row of keys that sat neatly on my wall, analyzing them one by one. I leave him be as I grab my purse, carefully placing my phone and wallet inside.

The jingle of keys make me look up; James smiles widely while holding up the keys to my Mercedes. I roll my eyes at his kiddish grin, and go to pet Baisley before leaving.

"You should bring her to work," James suggests, standing behind me as I lock my door, "or get her a friend."

I hum, considering the idea. Baisley isn't an overly active dog; she'd lay behind my desk in her own world if I brought her to work. Getting her a friend wouldn't do anything to my pockets either. I store the idea for a later time, and lead James to the side of my house where my cars sat. He stops at the sight, and I figure that I'll have to close his mouth for him, until we reach the car.

"You rich fucking bitch."

James has been to my house plenty of times over the years, but I've added a few more cars to my collection since then. Of course, those keys weren't displayed on the rack. They're sheltered elsewhere as those cars are only for certain occasions.

I stumble as James pulls me along, touching and adoring the cars as we go. We make it to my Mercedes, and James might as well have passed out. I never knew that he was such a big fan of cars. I store the idea to buy him one next to Baisley and her new friend. We quickly get in, since the cold weather started to quickly nip at our exposed skin.

"Forget a pay-raise, can I have one of your cars, please?"

"Okay," I say, while pulling on the seatbelt. I settle my purse in between my legs before taking out my phone.

James flips in his seat as he starts the car, letting the interior warm up for a bit. I send Alisha a short email to let her know about future paychecks for James, Nadia, and herself. They make and average of 50k a month, so I'll double that, and see if it's a satisfiable pay. I glance up from my phone to see that we were no longer beside my house, but on one of the main roads. I recognize the passing buildings along with some billboards, and quickly hit send on the email before turning to James.

"You seriously letting me have one of your cars? This isn't nice to joke about, Z."

"I'm serious," I say, advising him to keep his eyes on the road, "where are we going?"

"That club I recommend to you. I've never been there myself, and seeing as you met Malik...I'm testing my luck."

A smirk settles on my face, and I hum before leaning back in the seat. My eyes follow the cars that passes us by, and the trees that become nothing but an honest blur.

"What was that hum?" he asks, "that silence that says you know something I don't?"

"Nothing."

"Bullshit. Spill."

"It's just," I fake an earnest smile, slowly turning my head towards him, "I was kidding before, but you want something nice in your mouth, James?"

His face goes up in flames, and his ears tint into a light pink shade. Nothing but incoherent mutters leaves his mouth, and he quickly bites his lip in attempt to silence himself. I don't let it go, and turn my entire body towards him. I gently rest my head against the headrest to keep my hair at its current state. James tries his hardest to ignore my stare, but we still have an estimated five minutes left before we get close to the club. He'll give in.

I let myself eye his entire being, nodding at the accessories he chose to go with, and the small tattoo that peeked out from underneath the sleeve of his shirt. James casts me a short glance before groaning and turning the music, that was already low, completely off.

"It's not fair that you have that...stare."

"What stare?" I ask, keeping my eyes trained on him.

"That one!" he says, raising a hand from the steering while to point at me.

A soft laugh escapes me. I gesture for him to tell me if I was right, or if he was overreacting. If it was the latter, then he knows I'd never judge him. If anything, I'd try to set him up with whatever guy he thought was worth his time. Not the type of guys that approach me. Even if James is only looking for a fun time, and a good fuck—I'd never put those kind of men into his line of vision.

"I've been thinking about it...I don't know why, honestly! It was a short thought about broadening my horizon, and the thought didn't disturb me. It was a short feeling of excitement, if I could even call it that. I don't know, am I weird?"

"We'll see when we get inside," I answer.

James nods, and it's then that I realize we're just down the street from the club. Intoxicator. A club that'll have you wanting to come back, no matter the reason.

"Will the security jump me if I take too long to pull out my ID?"

A more genuine laugh leaves me, and James returns it with a nervous, but somehow relaxed smile. I show him where to park, and I slide my purse onto my shoulder. James pats his pockets to check that he has everything, when he only needs his phone. I invited him out, so I'll pay for whatever we drink or get our hands on.

The line stretches down the street, but there's a gaping hole where people should be, so that's where I walk to. James follows close behind, my car beeping loudly behind us as he locks it. Already men stare me down, and women whisper as they see James. He might want to experience new things, but that doesn't mean he suddenly became unattractive. Women noticed him, and he liked that; he could play the humble role somewhere else.

The line gradually moves up, people quickly flashing their IDs because they can't wait to get inside. I loop my arm with James as we soon find ourselves standing in front of a different guy. The last one was more stoic. This one seems like he enjoys doing his job. His eyes flutter down to my neck, assessing the bruising there, before sending a knowing smile to James and letting us in. We say nothing as we tuck our items away, and walk into the club that dimmed when the doors shut behind us.

The minimal bruises that littered my neck were not from James. They came from a man who's currently in the state prison, waiting to hear his life sentence. I further decided to keep them uncovered because I'm not ashamed. I don't care if they get seen, or what assumptions get made about them. To me, they serve as a reminder that I won. He may have left a mark, something I haven't let a man do if not in bed, but I got his ass.

"So, how are we doing this?" James says into my ear, sounding out the music.

"Relax, James," I reassure, leading him to one of the bars, "drink, dance, look around, and have fun."

James nods, slightly blushing at my emphasis on fun. I know what he came here for, and so does he, but he has to let loose first. His slight anxiety is going to ruin his chances, and I know he'll be bummed at the end of the night when he wanted something to happen.

"Okay. What about you? Anyone catch your eye, yet?"

"No," I answer, finding myself at less crowded bar. I lift myself onto a stool without sparing anyone a glance.

I don't have to look around to answer because there's only one man that I want in between my legs, and there's only one that I want kneeled before me. No one else will do. No one else can do.

"Because of Malik?" James asks, settling beside me.

"More or less."

I beckon over a bartender who's lazing against the counter. He pours me a drink, per my request of a surprise, and does the same for James. I throw my head back, letting the liquid slide down my throat. James holds his still in his hand, and I slowly put my finger under his glass before lifting it to his lips. He follows my actions and quickly downs it.

James isn't new to this, but I figure the new setting is making him feel like it's his first time. I ask for two more shots each, and spin in my seat to check out the people here tonight.

"You said what you had with Malik isn't a relationship," James mentions, still facing forward, and slumped against the bar counter.

"I did."

"So, why aren't you looking at anybody?"

"Malik isn't romantically mine, but he's still mine to own. His body and desire are mine, his lust is mine, and everything else that comes with him are all mine, and vice versa."

"Damn," James whistles, "if I wasn't so close to you, I'd be begging to have a chance."

"That shouldn't stop you," I tease, "there's plenty of open space right here if you suddenly want to get on your knees."

I hear him suck in a breath, but I don't tease him further as something catches up my eye. Someones actually. My kneeler, and his friend that I caught sight of during my first time here. They're standing in a dark corner with nothing in their hand, but I watch them as they watch everyone else, scanning the area. Malik's eyes linger on far too many women, and I turn towards James, down my two shots, and drag him up from his seat.

"What're we doing?"

"I see someone I want to say hi too, and a friend for you in addition."

I quickly check to see if he's following me before setting my sights back on Malik. His eyes bounce from person to person, until they finally settle on me as I get closer. Even in the dim light, I see the way his eyes cloud over in want, and the way his back leaves the wall. His friend is clueless to his sudden actions, but I don't care about him. Not entirely.

I meet Malik before he could even think about coming to me, and I corner him back into the wall. James stands slightly behind me, catching the attention of the friend. He un-shamefully scans me from head to toe, lingering at the anklet that still shone around my ankle. I look away from him, not caring for his attention, and settle my eyes back on the man that too was admiring me.

"Find anyone that suits your taste?" I ask, slightly tilting my head.

Malik snaps his eyes up to meet my gaze, a confused look etched onto his face.

"I hope I saw wrong, darling, with the way you couldn't keep your eyes off of these other lovely women. I hope you didn't forget that you're mine."

"I didn't," he says, finally finding his voice.

"No?"

"No."

"Is this the woman that put you in a sex coma?" his friend interrupts, waving his hand in between us.

Malik ignores him, his eyes completely on me.

"Talon," his friend introduces, holding out his hand, "malik's right hand man."

"Ziya." I shake his hand before gesturing to James who looked slightly uncomfortable, "and James."

James nods, averting his gaze as Talon looks to him. Talon nods, looking back to me and zeroing in on my neck.

"That's some bruise, Ziya," he points out, a smirk on his face to showcase the inappropriate thoughts running through his head. "I didn't know my friend liked to lay such claim to his women."

I can tell that everything that leaves Talon's mouth is teasing at best, so I don't take it to heart. Malik must be used to it because he never spared him a glance, but his eyes do travel down to my neck. It stays there as a frown takes place on his gorgeous lips.

"Who did this to you?" he asks, stepping forward, his hand brushing over the marks that lay bare. His cold rings felt nice on my skin, and I revel in the feeling of his hands on me.

"It's nothing," I reassure, now being the one to step into his space. I run my hands up his clothed stomach, resting them on his abs.

The brush of his finger turns into his hand softly gripping my neck, tilting my head up so all I see is him. The needy, gone look disappears and is replaced with a hard gaze. Dominance radiates off him, suffocating me in waves that'll have me dripping, no less. I'd never think I'd be the one to submit to him so soon, but the man in front of me is one that I'll happily get on my knees for.

"Who marked you?" he asks, "what happened?"

"I handled it," I say, looking into his eyes, "it was a potential client who got pissed because I refused to represent him. Things got a little handsy, but he's off the streets. I made sure of that."

Malik dips his head into my neck, pressing small kisses by my ear before whispering, "what's his name?"

"You want to hear the name of another man while we're like this?" I mutter, feeling the vibrations of it since Malik still has his hand clamped around my neck.

"Who, Ziya?"

He sucks on a spot below my ear, clouding my head with nothing but thoughts about what I want him to do to me. I barely manage to hear retreating footsteps, letting me know that James and Talon found themselves something else to do.

"Dylan," a gasp, "Arogotti."

I'm losing control quickly, and I don't mind. I don't mind melting into the hands of this man, and I wish his hands will never leave me. Malik presses a direct kiss to my throat, then more, kissing and sucking, leaving his own marks over the old ones.

"I'll deal with him," he mutters, leaving almost no room for objection.

"He's in jail, darling, I dealt with it."

"That's not enough. Let me take of care of it."

I run my hands down his body, until they slip under his shirt, the warmth of his body traveling through me. I softly moan into his ear, wishing our bodies could somehow be closer than they already are. The needy feeling slowly encasing me is foreign, but it's not disliked. It's like I've done a complete turn around, and now I'm at his mercy.

"Let me take care of it, Ziya," he chants, slowly sliding his hand down my curves, until it rests on the curve of my ass, "let me take care of it, baby."

"Okay," I give in, not fully processing anything that doesn't deal with him having his hands on my body.

"Okay?"

He pulls me into him, letting his cock press into me. Letting me feel him.

"Okay," I whisper into him.

"Good girl," he praises.

Soaked. The thin panties that resided between my legs are useless.

"I need you," I tell him.

Malik visibly struggles to part from me, but he does, and he takes my hand before leading me down a familiar hall, and pulling me into a familiar room.

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This chapter is a day after the last one, and I'm proud that I posted back to back. Now for future chapters...might take a little longer to get out lol.

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