arrested the owner Clive
Greville for underage prostitution and trafficking through the club. Makes the
timing of the fire kind of suspicious, wouldn’t you say?”
Oh yeah. How could I forget the club arrest?
From what they’d explained to me after their hoax, Ned and
Leah had been here during my “lewd” behavior for that very reason—to gather
their final evidence and make the arrest.
Then following mine, Jaz’s and Gio’s departure, the sting
had gone down. They’d closed the place within thirty minutes after we’d left.
Once their shift was over Leah and Ned had shown up at my apartment and
“arrested” me. They’d hauled me down to the squad car and confessed between
snorts and laughter that it had been a prank.
Ha. So fucking clever.
After that, they’d propositioned me to hook back up with
them because they needed spice in their second round of marriage. It had
already soured since remarrying and ditching me. And according to Leah they’d
missed the hell out of me.
I’d welcomed Leah’s kiss to set the stage, lied and agreed
to their proposition. One sweet moment of savoring my coming retribution. Yeah
so I’d turned them down and snickered at my own stunt. And whoa, had it ever
pissed them off.
I grinned, recalling the explosive reaction, especially
Leah’s. Ah, paybacks were such hell.
Now that that mess was over, I longed to have a solid,
promising relationship with Jazmine and Giovanna instead.
Especially Jazmine.
God, in spite of Jaz’s spoiled behavior during our marriage
my life had been empty without her. It had hit home after I’d parted ways with
Leah and Ned. But during our lovemaking this morning with Gio, I detected the
feeling had been mutual and solidified between me and Jaz. Based on those
burning gazes, a strange connection had been rekindled in the wee hours of the
morning.
I turned around at the sound of a car squealing into the
parking lot. It was a black Mercedes.
Giovanna’s car.
She pulled in, Jazmine in the passenger’s seat.
Why the urgent, almost angry driving?
My heart sank. They must not have stopped by the station to
“bail” me out. Why? Why were they here instead of coming to my supposed rescue?
“Excuse me,” I said to Leah, Ned and the group of coworkers.
Leah snorted. “There’s no excuse. With those two uh…women,
you’re playing with fire. No pun intended.”
“Leah,” Ned scolded again. “Shut up.”
Leal stuck her tongue out at Ned. “Fuck you.”
During our relationship, Leah hadn’t been so crude. When had
she turned into such a witch?
I walked toward Gio’s car, my pulse thudding in my throat,
acrid smoke thick in the air.
So the taping. It had been more of a jab of revenge—for
what, I didn’t know—instead of to tease me and spice up our relationship. I
knew it in my gut. Tension crackled in the air and I sensed this wasn’t going
to be good.
Gio’s gaze met mine through the windshield. A sneer marred
her beautiful face. She rolled her eyes at me.
What did I do between now and an hour ago to deserve such
disdain?
Jazmine’s horrified, searing scrutiny shifted from the fire
to me. I could swear I saw moisture in her eyes. It sent a punch to my heart.
But temper lit them as well, temper I remembered so well during our marriage.
Something had happened.
Something not so pleasant.
I sighed. It had to be somehow related to why they’d locked
me out and vanished from my apartment. And why they’d left that recording for
me to watch.
To be spiteful, not to pleasure me. But why?
Their doors opened at the same time. They climbed out,
Jazmine in a bright-pink form-fitting sweat suit, Gio in a black one.
Son of a bitch, so exquisite.
Their naughty sex with the double-dong had been my undoing.
I wanted them now. Now. Obviously I couldn’t have them here—unless we
were inside the club and it wasn’t burning the hell down. But I yearned to throw
them both over that car hood, rip those tight pants down and fuck
Greville for underage prostitution and trafficking through the club. Makes the
timing of the fire kind of suspicious, wouldn’t you say?”
Oh yeah. How could I forget the club arrest?
From what they’d explained to me after their hoax, Ned and
Leah had been here during my “lewd” behavior for that very reason—to gather
their final evidence and make the arrest.
Then following mine, Jaz’s and Gio’s departure, the sting
had gone down. They’d closed the place within thirty minutes after we’d left.
Once their shift was over Leah and Ned had shown up at my apartment and
“arrested” me. They’d hauled me down to the squad car and confessed between
snorts and laughter that it had been a prank.
Ha. So fucking clever.
After that, they’d propositioned me to hook back up with
them because they needed spice in their second round of marriage. It had
already soured since remarrying and ditching me. And according to Leah they’d
missed the hell out of me.
I’d welcomed Leah’s kiss to set the stage, lied and agreed
to their proposition. One sweet moment of savoring my coming retribution. Yeah
so I’d turned them down and snickered at my own stunt. And whoa, had it ever
pissed them off.
I grinned, recalling the explosive reaction, especially
Leah’s. Ah, paybacks were such hell.
Now that that mess was over, I longed to have a solid,
promising relationship with Jazmine and Giovanna instead.
Especially Jazmine.
God, in spite of Jaz’s spoiled behavior during our marriage
my life had been empty without her. It had hit home after I’d parted ways with
Leah and Ned. But during our lovemaking this morning with Gio, I detected the
feeling had been mutual and solidified between me and Jaz. Based on those
burning gazes, a strange connection had been rekindled in the wee hours of the
morning.
I turned around at the sound of a car squealing into the
parking lot. It was a black Mercedes.
Giovanna’s car.
She pulled in, Jazmine in the passenger’s seat.
Why the urgent, almost angry driving?
My heart sank. They must not have stopped by the station to
“bail” me out. Why? Why were they here instead of coming to my supposed rescue?
“Excuse me,” I said to Leah, Ned and the group of coworkers.
Leah snorted. “There’s no excuse. With those two uh…women,
you’re playing with fire. No pun intended.”
“Leah,” Ned scolded again. “Shut up.”
Leal stuck her tongue out at Ned. “Fuck you.”
During our relationship, Leah hadn’t been so crude. When had
she turned into such a witch?
I walked toward Gio’s car, my pulse thudding in my throat,
acrid smoke thick in the air.
So the taping. It had been more of a jab of revenge—for
what, I didn’t know—instead of to tease me and spice up our relationship. I
knew it in my gut. Tension crackled in the air and I sensed this wasn’t going
to be good.
Gio’s gaze met mine through the windshield. A sneer marred
her beautiful face. She rolled her eyes at me.
What did I do between now and an hour ago to deserve such
disdain?
Jazmine’s horrified, searing scrutiny shifted from the fire
to me. I could swear I saw moisture in her eyes. It sent a punch to my heart.
But temper lit them as well, temper I remembered so well during our marriage.
Something had happened.
Something not so pleasant.
I sighed. It had to be somehow related to why they’d locked
me out and vanished from my apartment. And why they’d left that recording for
me to watch.
To be spiteful, not to pleasure me. But why?
Their doors opened at the same time. They climbed out,
Jazmine in a bright-pink form-fitting sweat suit, Gio in a black one.
Son of a bitch, so exquisite.
Their naughty sex with the double-dong had been my undoing.
I wanted them now. Now. Obviously I couldn’t have them here—unless we
were inside the club and it wasn’t burning the hell down. But I yearned to throw
them both over that car hood, rip those tight pants down and fuck
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