Page 148 of Toxic Kiss

The woman guarding the lair of scantily clad pole dancers smiles when she recognizes me. She knows who I am…good, she won’t hassle us. Her cheeks flush, and she checks to make sure her tits are perfectly on display under the sparkly, purple bra. Not that I give a fuck.

“As I live and breathe…Cyrus Vale, in my club.” She fans herself with her hand. “You’re even sexier in person.”

“Thanks.” I smile, but my answer is flat and emotionless as I tiptoe the fine line I’m walking with Haven.

“Can I ask?” She looks at Haven, pointing. With a smirk, I smack Haven hard on the ass.

She jerks in my hold.

“Hey! Fucker, I swear I’m going to kill you. I’m going to smother you in your sleep after I cut your dick off.”

“Keep talking dirty to me, baby, I like it.”

Haven makes a frustrated sound as I turn back to the hostess.

“Don’t mind Haven. This is her love language. She is my social media manager, I’m sure you’ll get lots of promo from tonight. The rest of my band is already here.”

The woman doesn’t even bat an eye while Haven calls me a list of names that is both impressive and creative. In fact, she suddenly looks even more excited as she smiles wide and snaps her fingers.

“That’s where I know them from, I should’ve recognized your bandmates. Well, alright then. Follow me, I’ll take you to the VIP area. Name’s Trina if you need anything.”

She bites her nail and gives me the universal look of a woman willing to suck cock, but that won’t happen.

The guys have already gotten the first round of shots and beers when I drop Haven onto the leather bench. She glares up at me and then tries to bolt, but I grab her and sit with her on my lap.

“Keep fighting, Butterfly, your ass rubbing against my cock is really turning me on.”

My lips graze her ear, and she freezes. Haven is already planning her exit strategy.

“Just sit with us for a bit, and then you can leave.”

“I don’t believe you,” she says. I continue to stare at her. “Fine, but I want to sit on the seat.”

“Are you sure about that?” I buck up under her ass so she can feel how hard she’s making me.

“Yes. I’m sure,” she growls.

“So stubborn.”

Releasing her, she slides off and ends up sitting between Ledger and me. He looks at us and then laughs.

“You two are so fucked up, you make the rest of us look sane,” he says, making the guys laugh.

“I’ll drink to that,” I say, reaching for a shot.

Haven grabs my arm, stopping me.

“Don’t even think about it.”

“It’s one shot.”

“I don’t care.” Her eyes sear holes through me as she leans in close. “Do it, and I’ll make sure everyone knows what your doctor said.”

I glare at her. “That’s private information.”

“So was my diary,” she snaps, lifting her eyebrow in challenge.

“Fuck.” I sit back and cross my arms.