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“The curvy blonde is from New York City,” Noah said, and I looked up at her.
I stared for a few long seconds until recognition dawned on me, too. I was honestly surprised Noah had remembered her so easily. We’d seen her about a year or two back when on a recent trip to Manhattan. We’d gone to the Vault located in midtown. My cousin, Mason Steele, owned a string of nightclubs including that one, so we got the VIP seating there as well. The girl had gone by Sugar, and she tasted as sweet as it, too. Having shared women before, it was nothing for the two of us to take her to the Seaside Hotel after her shift, then take turns fucking her.
When the blonde turned and looked directly over at our table, she also realized who we were. Something flashed in her blue eyes, and a hint of a smile tipped her lips. I glanced over at Noah, and I saw him shift in his seat, likely hard as he watched her spin around the pole. Hell, if I hadn’t been worried about everything I still needed to do to prepare myself for this upcoming semester, I might’ve suggested we hook back up with the dancer after her shift was done here tonight.
“Damn, I remember tapping that ass,” Noah told the others, and I smirked.
“She did have great pole skills,” I added, vividly remembering her mouth on my cock as she took Noah inside of her, then afterward, twerking against mine as I took her from behind. Fuck, I was now hard, but I had no time to act on those primal urges.
“You thinking what I am?” Noah asked me.
I shook my head. “Unfortunately not. I need to get home and get ready for classes tomorrow. I haven’t even finalized any lesson plans. I have so much to do.”
“I’m game,” Romeo told Noah, and I turned away from them as they talked about what they planned to do with the blonde. She was a sure thing, not that it mattered. Not many women could resist a Titan, and in Chicago, everyone knew who we were. It hadn’t been the case in Costa Rica, but Nicole had wanted me from the moment she sat down beside me in that small room, and the feeling had been mutual.
I threw some bills down on the table and grabbed my things. “I need to go. Let’s hook back up next week before the season starts.”
Noah and Romeo were professional football players on the same team. Gabriel had kept the dynamic duo together during free agency last year, and Daxon often just watched us and shook his head. As a psychiatrist, he was used to observing others. All of us, him included, were fucked up in some way, but our titles masked a lot of it.
“Good luck at school,” Gabe and Daxon said almost simultaneously. Noah and Romeo were too busy talking about Sugar and one of her friends, and this time, I was the one to shake my head.
“Thanks, guys.” I got up and headed out of the strip club.
It had been cloudy when I first arrived, but as soon as I stepped out of the Vault, it was pouring down rain. I didn’t have an umbrella, and my car was down the block in one of the parking garages. I cursed under my breath, then secured my cell phone somewhere dry before taking off on foot. My long strides ate up the concrete underfoot, and it wasn’t long until I reached my Porsche.
About twenty minutes later, I made it back home. I was still wet, so I decided to shower. When I had procrastinated for as long as I could, I finally sat down behind my desk. I had been working on these plans for the most part, but I wasn’t sure about a few syllabi.
After staring at the screen for the next hour, I made the decision to just worry about this week. Friday or Saturday, I would block some time away to finalize the rest. I stood up and stretched, even yawning in the process. I turned everything off, then headed to my room.
“Leave it to me to be fucking nervous about school,” I muttered aloud. I thought I had outgrown those concerns when I was ten. Evidently, two decades later, and I still couldn’t kick them. I got settled into bed, and when I closed my eyes, I forced myself to forget about school, and fell asleep dreaming about the most beautiful distraction.
NICOLE
I’d only been in Chicago for a week, and I hadn’t even had time to fully unpack most of my things. Thankfully, it didn’t matter that I still had boxes everywhere because my Uncle Jonas’ penthouse was enormous. Plus, it was just me here so my things were in no one’s way but my own. That had been proven earlier when I had stubbed my toe on one of them. I still had no idea what all I had packed when back in Los Angeles. It was done before my trip to Costa Rica, and with other things in my life, I was having trouble focusing on anything.
“You need to get your head in the game, Nicole. Jonas is going out of his way to make this happen for you,” my father stated before I flew to Chicago from our home in Los Angeles.
He was right, but knowing what my mother was going through made it difficult. In fact, I was pretty sure it was her current medical condition that finally had him allowing me to come out east. My father, his brother, and multiple generations of Courtlands all attended Stanford and I had for the first three years myself. Carrying on their legacy had been important to them, but as the years passed, it became less important to me. I’d only been begging my father and uncle to let me come to Chicago for almost a year. Now that I’d finally worn them down, I was struggling to be happy about it.
I needed to be in Los Angeles with my mother. She’d always been my everything, and the very thought that I might lose her was making me crazy. I’d been an emotional wreck ever since I left California. Cancer was such a scary word, and I had seen first hand what it could do to someone. I’d known many who had gone from being healthy one day to dying the next.
“I don’t want you to die, Mama,” I’d told her when she’d sat me and Nicolai down to tell us about her diagnosis. Evidently, she’d known of it for a few weeks, and her and our father just hadn’t told us.
“Everyone dies one day,” she told me.
“I know, but—”
“There’s no buts about it. You’re to go to Costa Rica where you’ll have the most fabulous summer vacation. Then when you get back, you’re going to move to Chicago where I know you’ll do great things.”
“I don’t think any of that is important in light of—”
“It’s important to me for you to go and live your life. I won’t be around forever, and neither will you. I’ve lived the fullest life possible, and I want you to promise me that you’ll do the same with yours.”
“I promise,” I’d told her before leaving both times.
Now, I was second guessing myself once again. My father told me that my mother was fighting hard to beat this disease, and I knew if anyone was strong enough to do so, that it would be her. I just wanted to help. Both of my parents told me the best thing I could do for either of them was to work on my own future which included finishing my degree. It was surprising to hear my father plead for me to go because he’d always been the one most against it. Even Jonas had eventually relented.
“You have to let her follow her dreams, Logan.”
