LOGIN“Don’t you fucking dare come back to my club or I will end you myself!” I growl the warning to this lowlife scum who tried to sneakily drug one of my waitresses. The scum clambers to his feet reeking of piss and full of fear as he rushes out of the alleyway, not daring to look back. Who would have thought opening a Club that was open twenty-four-seven would cause so many headaches for me?
I groan, running a hand through my hair and look up at the clear sky above. Dancing Desires had only been open for a month and yet it already drew a crowd. Usually, we search everyone coming in, stopping guns and drugs from entering this place, but today my men slipped up and now I need to make sure Mia was alright and send her home with a full days pay because I was not letting her continue her shift after the scare she just had.
Stepping back into my club, I roll my shoulders, feeling the tension in them. Gods, I needed to get laid and soon. My workers are off limits, but I know a few whores in the club wouldn’t mind a quick romp in my bed if it meant they would get a good payout. With the thought of finding my next conquest in mind, I make my way towards the inside of the club when my phone suddenly rings, making me groan in frustration.
Taking out the device, I look down to find my friend and business partner, Eric Scott, on screen. That bastard should be in Cuba with his hot wife, fucking her into submission for their anniversary, not busy calling me. I sigh, knowing that this wasn’t a pleasure call from my friend. He needs me for something.
“Eric, what can I do for you?” I greet as soon as I answer the call.
“I need you to go help my Jessica.” Eric answers, getting straight to the point. Jessica. I feel my cock twitch at the sound of her name try my best to reposition my groin. She was only fifteen years younger than me and always called me Uncle Hunter since the day she met me. I watched her grow from a little girl with pigtails to a woman with fine curves. Curves that were off limits to me because she was Eric’s precious daughter. Not only that, but she was engaged to some prissy punk who did not deserve her one bit.
“Doesn’t she have a fiancé to take care of her?” I ask, leaning against the wall and trying to keep my mind from wandering.
“She had a fiancé.” Eric answers with a growl, his anger so clear that I felt sorry for the bastard that pissed him off.
“What do you mean by had?” I ask, curiosity peeking into my voice.
“Jessica came home early to surprise him and found him balls deep inside that slut of a stepsister my ex-wife brought into her life. Then again, her father was the man who fucked a married woman so it doesn’t surprise me his whore of a daughter would do the same thing.” Eric explains, going into a tirade about how he knew Jonathan was never right for his baby girl, and I wholeheartedly agreed. Jessica needed a man who would pamper her and treat her like a woman. Who would make her feel like a princess in public, but fuck her like a whore in the bedroom. My cock twitches at this thought and I bite my lip, suppressing a groan.
Her father was my mentor when he and I met at a warehouse nineteen years ago. I was twenty at the time and freshly discharged from the military due to an injury saving my squad. I had a chip on my shoulder that made me mad at this unfair world, but Eric was different. He was a twenty-six-year-old man with a kind heart but strict rules. He helped me through my worst days when the panic would settle in and talked me through the worst attacks. Then, he invited me to his daughter’s birthday party and I watched this green-eyed brunette run up to my friend and hug him tight before hugging me and welcoming me to her party before running away to join her friends.
His first wife at the time eyed me up and down and I knew she was a whore then, but Eric wouldn’t hear my warnings. Instead, I focused on being a good man, learning from my friend, and accepting his proposition to open up our own logistics company together three years later. Two years after that and he was filing for divorce because he found out that whore of his was sleeping with some finance guy who worked at the same bank as her.
“So what do you need me to do?” I ask, running a hand through my hair.
“I need you to go to her house and help her pack. Bring a couple of our men from the warehouse and get her situated somewhere safe for the time being.” Eric answers, and I smirk.
“Do you want me to fuck up the little priss that cheated on her?” I can hear the murderous intent in my voice.
“No. My baby girl already posted everything she did to the family group chat. Her cousins already took the liberty of screenshotting everything that she was out through and the videos and shared them on their profiles. His life is in ruins, and I have a feeling he will be losing his job sooner rather than later.” I laugh at this, picturing sweet little Jessica sharing everything she could to her family group chat, not realizing the damage her cousins would cause. Eric’s side of the family is overprotective of the little princess who would never hurt a fly. Now, she needed her dark knight to swoop in and get her away from the snake that slept in her bed.
“Tell Jess I will be there in twenty minutes, and to meet me outside her house. I will call in my bouncers who are off duty today and call Mitch from work to spare a few of our strongest men and the small truck.” I declare, getting a relieved sigh from Eric.
“Good. My baby girl needs a safe place to stay, so would you mind putting her in your guest room for a bit while I look for a good house for her to move into?” Eric asks, his words soft. My cock twitches at the thought of curvy Jessica in my house, her scent everywhere, tantalizing me. Gods, I will need to be on my best behaviour, but even I agree Jessica would be safer by my side than on her own.
“Yeah, I will take care of Jess.” I promise, wondering just how I will have to keep my hands off of her.
“Good. Let me know when she has settled in and take care of my girl.” With that, the call ends, and I smirk. Of course, Eirc. I will definitely take care of Jessica.
A low moan escapes my lips as lips encircle my hard nipple. Strong fingers find their way inside me, slowly moving in a ‘come hither’ motion and creating a lewd squelching sound that I did not expect my body to make.“Princess, are you my good girl?” I look down my body to find familiar dark green eyes, filled with lust and need.“Yes!” I moan out my answer….I jolt awake, my heart beating heavy in my chest. That dream felt real. Too real. I could feel his lips on my skin. Feel the strength in his fingers as they toyed with my insides. I knew without having to touch myself that my pussy was soaking wet just from the achy need I feel. To have someone else’s fingers inside me for once and feel what it means to have a man make me their woman.“Stop that!” I scold myself. Slapping my hands to my cheeks to shake these dirty thoughts from my mind. Thoughts about a certain man who is sleeping just down the hall from me. I should be mad at myself for thinking about Hunter in this way, but the
I watch as the police haul Jonathan away in handcuffs, the weasel of a man screaming about how everything was Jessica’s fault and he only came here to force her to make things right.He had woken up just as the police arrived, demanding to know who hit him and calling Jessica a whore and a lying bitch. My bouncers had to hold me back from beating the ever-loving shit out of him while Jessica stood beside me, glaring at the man she was planning to marry. Police thankfully restrained him and asked everyone to cooperate while we explained what happened to them. Jessica was quick, explaining yesterday she had broken off her engagement with Jonathan after finding him in bed with her stepsister and was here at a family business to get her mind off things. When the female police officer saw the bruising on her arm, she asked if Jonathan had done that, to which Jessica nodded.I told the officer that she could use my office to talk with Jessica while I talked with her partner, Jonathan was fo
Swaying to the beat of the music, I feel my body finally relax while I mix in with the crowd at Dancing Desires, the nightclub Hunter owns. The nightclub Jonathan never let me go to. The nightclub I was now dancing in after I convinced Hunter to let me join him tonight.Hunter was against bringing me to the club tonight because he would be busy with work and payroll, but after mentioning that Jonathan forbade me from coming, his answer changed. I was told to go change my clothes and given the ground rules of never leaving my drink unattended and, if I did, to get a new one from the bar right away. I was not allowed to leave the building once we arrived, and I had to go directly to his office if I needed a break or a nap after dancing. I was also required to check in with him every hour through a walkie-talkie that the bartender used.The song changes from an upbeat pop song to some slow romance, and I take this as my cue to make my way to the bar and check in with Hunter. I already sp
Stepping through my front door, the smell of steak, roasted vegetables, and potatoes fills my nose. My stomach growls, and I wonder just what my Princess has cooked up for us.“Is that you, Hunter?” Jessica’s voice calls out, and I freeze, eyes widening. She called me Hunter. Not Uncle Hunter like she has for over a decade, but just Hunter.“Y-yeah, Princess, it’s me.” I call back, stuttering slightly as a grin spreads across my lips.“Okay, dinner is almost ready.” She responds. Taking a deep breath, I head in the direction I heard her voice coming from and enter the kitchen, finding her taking out a tray full of vegetables from the oven and setting it on the stove top.“Welcome home!” Jessica calls cheerily, turning her head to smile at me. Leaning against the door frame, I take a moment to process what I am seeing. Before me, Jessica wears a pink sun dress, the material clinging to her body until it flares out at her hips. She looks delicious, and I can feel all the blood in my bra
Watching the light catch on the water droplets on the greenhouse, I find myself happy with the work I had put in. The outside no longer had an abandoned feel that it did this morning. I was lucky to have found the pressure washer when I did, or cleaning the glass would have been a nightmare. Now, I need to figure out how to organize inside and make the most out of the space.The pile of icy leaves off to the side will have to be bagged into the compost bags I bought, but I could have Uncle Hunter help me with that later. Right now, I need to use the dolly in the garage to unload the truck and bring everything into the back. Resigning to my fate, I tidy up the pressure washer and make my way down the path to the garage. Once it’s put away in the corner I found it in, I grab the dolly and walk through the open garage door towards the truck where everything I bought today, minus the tools already inside the greenhouse, waits to be unloaded.Lowering the tailgate, I
Leaning against the wall, I pull up my phone and smirk when I see the notifications from my bank. Someone had used my card at the Rona close to my house, and I can't help but chuckle. It seems my Princess went out to go shopping instead of ordering everything online like she said she would. Hell, I had a feeling she was going to head out when she asked if I had a truck she could borrow, I just never thought it would be to the nearest home improvement store.Deciding to see if she was now home, I pull up the security camera app and flip through each feed, landing on the camera in the backyard where I notice movement. There was Jessica using some sort of tool to pull ivy from the greenhouse, her messy hair tied into a ponytail on top of her head.“What has you grinning like the Cheshire Cat?” Someone calls from beside me, making me jump. Turning, I find Mavis watching me, a smirk on her lips.“Has your Princess settled into her new home already?





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