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“My buddy, Mike, here is getting married next weekend. Why don’t you give him a little lap dance?” Baseball Cap asked.

Cheers went around the table.

Candi shook her head and didn’t lose her smile. “I’m sorry, fellas. This isn’t that type of place. If you want lap dances, that’s a street over.”

“Oh, come on, baby,” Button-down, whined. He inched forward and slid his hand along the back of her thigh.

She jerked away from him and stepped back.

“You’re a sexy little piece of ass. Mike’s never been with a black woman before.”

“Well, he won’t tonight,” she snapped. Her hands trembled, so she slid the pad and pen back into her apron. It was time for her to walk away.

“This is Vegas.” Baseball Cap grinned, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes.

The other men around the table narrowed their eyes on her. This was definitely not good.

“What happened to the saying, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas?” Mike asked.

“I said no,” she said, this time with more force in her words.

They weren’t listening.

“Candi, baby. We all could have a good time.” Button-down reached out and snagged her wrist. His grip was tight, and she tried to pull away but couldn’t. “We’ll make sure you are paid well.”

Panic filled her chest. She tugged again, but he and the others laughed.

She cringed, tears filling her eyes as a flashback of her past came racing forward.

“Lamont, you’re home early.” She walked out of their bedroom. She was off and had been doing laundry and tiding up the house.

She glanced around the living room at the few men who were with him. He smiled and waved her over.

“Come give me a kiss to welcome me home, Candi baby,” he said.

She swallowed hard and put on a smile. She didn’t want to upset him so walked across the room, feeling the eyes of his guests on her.

She didn’t recognize the three men who sat around her living room. She wasn’t sure what type of crowd her husband had ben running with lately. She tried not to ask too many questions, because when she did, he’d let her know he wasn’t pleased with her.

He pulled her onto his lap. His hand rested on the back of her neck and allowed him to guide her lips to his. She instantly smelled the alcohol on his breath.

The kiss was hard and bruising. He forced his tongue in her mouth. Her body stiffened, and she tried to relax, but the fact that there were three men she didn’t know watching them, freaked her out a little.

“Lamont,” she breathed, breaking the kiss. His hardness was pressing against her hip. She was confused as to why the sudden need to kiss her or even show affection. Usually when he came home and had been drinking, he’d just go straight to the bedroom and pass out. “Everything okay?”

“I can’t want my wife to greet me properly when I come home?” he snapped.

She swallowed hard and nodded. His eyes narrowed on her, and she bit back a curse. She shouldn’t have questioned anything.

“I’m just making sure you’re okay. That’s all, babe,” she said, quickly trying to put him at ease. She patted his chest, but the damage had already been done.

“Ya’ll hear that. Wifey wants to make sure I’m okay,” he announced to the room.

Dry chuckles went around.

“I wish I had a woman fine as her worried about me,” one of the men said.

The pit of her stomach gave out as she glanced around. Her attention was brought back to Lamont who pressed himself against her.

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