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he said, grabbing my hips and pulling me into the living room. It seemed all the furniture was gone and there were dozens of bodies just gyrating and swaying to some goddess awful house music. Fix your face Alice, focus. Dustin’s hands were immediately on my hips as he pulled me in close. I could no longer control my face, he reeked of whiskey and cigars, as if his usual aroma of black licorice wasn’t bad enough. “It’s so great all your roomies get along, that you guys have parties together,” I said, practically yelling over the music.

Was she still dancing at home? “Hi, Sin,” a regular customer greeted me. He sat on the empty seat next to me. “Hi, Dust,” I replied. “I heard you got a new dancer.” Dustin glanced at the stage. “Is she performing tonight?” he asked curiously. “Are you tired of your women? Why did you come back after releasing one of my dancers?” I watched him intently. Dustin Simmons was the country's top tech entrepreneur. He was married, and the media reported positive things about him and his household. Only me and a few people in my club knew the truth.

As he read through the concept, he paused as he noticed it was very similar to something I had drafted in the past. I had been so excited to share the idea with him, but once Lina talked to him, he just forgot about it. Rubbing his brow at the thought, he put down the blueprint and looked up wearily at his assistant. "It's been weeks since Erin left. I can't reach her at all, and even this blueprint looks to me like her work now…" Watching him talk to himself and scowling, his assistant asked worriedly, "She would always come home in the past… Is it possible that she got hurt?"

I am grateful that I have someone that I can count on someone who can keep me safe and that person is Dustin. Dustin has really went above and beyond to make sure that he gets me here to Mexico. he also made sure that I found myself a suitable place to stay in and that is how I got to find the Beach House. it is his family's holiday home but they rent it out when they are away. He said that I could use it for free but I didn't want that so I insisted on paying. I was grateful that he helped me but I told him that he shouldn't come here to look for me or call me until I call him.

Dustin wasn't keen to agree with me, but in the light of not seeing anything there wasn't any other explanation. When we got down the hills Dustin lead us to the shack to get some clothes. It was a sizable house, like a get away house, had all the makings of a real house. Living room, kitchen, bath house, and it was modern. That really came as a shock, because when he said shack I imagined a little wooden house in the middle of the forest, not the compact small ultra modern house he laid me to. Should have known considering the high standard of living in this pack.

Dustin asked and I looked at him again, he had already sent all the females away and he was busy buttoning up his shirt to cover his chest that was smeared with all sorts of lipstick colors. “Don’t you ever get tired of all that?” I gestured towards his chest and the ministrations that the she-wolves have been doing on his body. “Of course not,” he chuckled, “does anyone get tired of having fun?” and then he smirked at me. “That's not fun you're having, you're only trying to get yourself killed.” “There’s no way in hell that'd happen and don't try to avoid my question, what happened and why do you look so grumpy? You don't happy in your new married life?” Dustin smirked at me.

Malison asked. “He took mine, but he hasn't texted". Gabby replied . “Damn. Did he tell you anything about himself?". It seems Malison was just reading my mind. ”Well, his name is Dustin like I said earlier, and he is twenty. He has a car, his parents live in Casablanca, while he lives in England. He likes sports, uhm..". “Thats enough. She meant, did he maybe give you his home address?". I asked, looking to Malison to see if I spoke her mind, and I did as she nodded in support.

I walked down the sidewalk, keeping my head low inside my black hood, watching a security car drive past the main road. When I reached the brick wall of the Vaughn house, I saw the bright yellow police tape stretched tightly across the front entrance. A single police car was parked near the main security booth, its engine running quietly, but the officer inside was looking down at his phone. He didn't even notice me walking past the side fence. I moved down the narrow side alley, my boots sinking into the wet mud. I found the exact same spot in the stone wall where the drainage pipe ran. My face throbbed with a sharp pain as I threw my arms over the wet wall, forcing my muscles to pull my we

-You can tell he's one of those guys with a lot of money, I've seen him come and go in a fancy ranger rover, I don't know why he hangs out here a lot. I was a little startled, but, I relaxed when I found out that it was Dustin, the skinny kitchen guy. He usually comes out when the order tide goes out, I smiled at him and he smiled at me. He's a very nice guy. -Yes, you can tell he has a lot of money, his suit looks like Armani.

She turned to him. "Dustin, it’s late. Go home. I need rest." Dustin let out a deep sigh, watching her disappear up the stairs. He didn’t follow—at least not immediately. When he did, he headed straight to their son’s room. He left only a small lamp on and lay beside their child. He wanted to be there when his son woke. More than that, he wanted to make up for lost time. He had just settled in when the door opened. The familiar scent of his wife flooded the room.