Page 51 of Mr. Hotness


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“Babe, I know this isn’t you.” He laughed, squeezing her tight. “I appreciate that you came with me.”

“I don’t know how you do it.” She looked down the line of people waiting to get into the club. “It’s late for me. I’m usually in my jammies, curled up on the couch, fighting sleep.”

“At least you wouldn’t be alone. You’ve got me.”

“Are you okay to drive?” she asked as the car drove up the street.

“Yeah. My last few drinks were actually water.”

London would have normally stayed and joined in on the drinking and partying, but he honestly preferred to spend his time with Alana.

An idea came to mind.

“Have any plans this weekend?”

“I don’t.”

The valet parked in front of them. A young man hopped out of the luxury vehicle and jogged around it to open the door for Alana.

“You do now.”

Ushering her into the car, he shut the door and tipped the valet—a handsome tip—and got behind the wheel.

“Really?”

Grinning over at her, he buckled his seat belt and flipped on the turn signal, merging slowly into traffic.

“There’s somewhere I want to take you.”

He pressed down on the gas, expertly maneuvering his way through traffic toward the freeway.

“For the entire weekend?”

“Yup. Sit tight, darling. We’ll be there soon.”

“But I don’t have clothes—”

He snorted. “Like you’ll need them.”

“Wait, what?” Her giggles filled the interior of the car.

“You’ll see. I promise, you’re going to love it.”

Twenty minutes later, London drove the car down a winding driveway, lined with thick trees for privacy from the neighborhood. He’d found and purchased this gem two years ago. The first time he saw it, he had fallen in love with it.

“Alana, babe. We’re here.” He reached over and rubbed her thigh, interrupting her cute little snoring.

“Where are we?”

The sound of her husky voice sent a shot of desire to his cock. Tightening his grip on the steering wheel, he drove up to a waterfront mansion.

“This is my home.”

“Home? But you have the condo. Why do you need both?” she inquired, pushing her thick hair behind her ear.

Killing the engine, he sat back in his seat and stared at the beautiful structure.

“When I moved to Cleveland, I wanted a home where I could entertain and live.” The mansion had seven bedrooms and ten bathrooms. It was just too large for a single guy. Jaxon blew into town once in a while and would crash here, but it wasn’t the same. “I got too lonely here.”

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