Graciela was eyeing me. There was no doubt she was here for me. The hunger and determination glimmering in those exotic irises. She looked like a predatory feline itching to sink her fangs into me.
She came in dressed in a very revealing submissive outfit. Her long black hair tied up into a high ponytail and lips painted red. In an attempt to entice me. Sitting in a stool with her hands between her legs as she swung her legs back and forth. She kept a steady gaze on my every move.
I could feel her eyes burning holes into my back, waiting for me to give an invitation to approach. All it took was once glance her way and I knew she will walk my way.
But I was in no mood to fuck around.
I am constantly pissed.
Nothing can soothe my temper--not even sex because the only person I wanted between my sheets was Briar.
Fuck, within two days of coming back from Hawaii, I have fired more people than I have in years. The past two days, my chest felt heavy like someone has added tons of weight on it. I am always in a foul mood and moping around.
Leaving Briar that night...
God, the look in her eyes. The tears. I hate it when she cried. I hate it more when I am the cause of it.
It was the hardest thing I have done. I told myself that this was for the best because she wanted someone that was ready for marriage. Somebody who needs a husband and more than likely father material.
I can’t be that. Hell, I am the owner of a sex club. Imagine what I would say on Parent Day at school.
The thought of her in the arms of another man sends my blood boiling and the veins on my temple pulsing to the point where I am seeing dots. There was a burning in my chest that I can only believe it was anger.
I tossed back the glass of whiskey in my hands and glowered at my phone. Should I text her? Hell, I missed her so fucking much it was so hard to breathe.
Absentmindedly, I rubbed my left chest before picking my phone. I pulled up her number and stared at it. Was she still in Hawaii? If I texted her, will she reply?
I wouldn’t blame her if she didn’t. I left her that night without a word.
My thumb hovers my cellphone screen, itching to hear at least see something from her. I was still debating when I felt a shadow fall across me. I knew who it was before I even looked up. Her arms snaked around me and she leaned in to whisper in my ear.
“Why the mood, Master?" Graciela purred, her hands greedily squeezing my arms.
I clenched my jaw, “Get off me.”
“Let me ease that anger.” She pleaded softly, lowering her voice into a seductive tone.
The glass in my hand broke and shards of glass pierced my skin but it did nothing to placate my dark emotions. Graciela gasped in surprise, pulling back slightly. Her hands stopped her exploration.
“Get off me and I am not going to tell you the third time. You have ten seconds before I kick you out of this club.” I hissed, standing up to my full height to face her. Blood dripping from my hand to the floor. I fisted my hands at my side, ready to drag her out if I have to.
“Chase-” She protested.
“One,” I growled.
“Seriously?” She was angry now.
I gave her a look that told her to test me and I’ll follow through, “Two.”
“Fuck you, Chase! Fuck you! You ain’t that good anyway!” She screeched, kicking her feet like a two-year-old.
“Three.” My jaw clenching with each rising second in this woman’s presence.
She huffed and spun her two-inch black heels, stomping away. I glanced back down at my phone and my eyes ran again for the hundredth time ran across Briar’s name. My heart twisted wickedly in my chest and I swallowed the awful lump in my throat.
Her words echoing in my head.
I have feelings.
It was then I knew what I had to do because I can’t ignore my feelings any longer. It came rushing like a broken dam. I knew with every fiber in my body that I needed her right now. I don’t care about the future. I don’t care if she ended up being tire of me and kicking me to the curb. All I knew was that I needed her like I needed air.
Without her I wasn’t complete.
I picked up my phone and rushed out of my club. I got onto my bike and drove to her home. Hoping that she has returned from Hawaii.
On the way there, I thought about a million things I was going to say to her. I knew I will be groveling like a broken record. Anything to keep her with me.
When I arrived, I saw a different car in her driveway. It wasn’t her and it was a luxurious car. My eyebrows furrowed as I jogged up the steps to her home but something I saw in the rectangle glass window on the door that stopped me completely.
It was like a bullet flew and hit me in the chest. What I saw, tore me apart inside. I felt my world crumbling. The feeling was overwhelming that I took an unconscious step back. It happened too quickly, swept me off my feet and took my breath away.
Logan was kissing her in the kitchen. I couldn’t look any longer. Afraid that I will do something stupid like storming inside her home and ripping her away from him because every fiber inside of me was screaming for me to do it. That she is mine.
Turning my back upon the scene, I shoved my hands in pocket. I didn’t trust myself enough to let my hands go. I needed to get away before I made a fool of myself. I walked onto my bike and put on my helmet.
Turning on the ignition, I took one last look at her home--hoping that maybe she will pop up and say it was all a joke. That I didn’t lose her. When she didn’t appear, I swallowed the hard lump in my throat again and started my bike, driving off and away from her.
I decided to go back not go back to the club. I needed to be alone. The image of Logan kissing Briar permanently imprinted in my head. I wanted to tear things apart. I wanted to break things.
I sped up--going a hundred miles per hour. I swiveled through traffic recklessly. My hands tightening on my bike handles.
I drove to a local gym that I trained at. Parking in the parking lot, I got off my bike and headed inside.
“Chase, I am surprised to see you here.” The lead trainer was wrapping his hands with a white boxing hand wrap.
“I need to hit something,” I said. My voice was dangerously low. I couldn’t recognize it. I knew my emotions were haywire. It shook with anger and pain.
His eyes gleamed with interest before picking up a spare hand wrap and tossing it at me.
“That’s what I am talking about.” He grinned. “I’ll see you in the ring, man.”
I went to my locker and changed into shorts before wrapping my hands in the wraps. The blood on my hand dried enough. I knew there were still shards of glasses in my palm but the pain was minor to the pain in my chest.
Minutes later, I was in the ring fighting. Throwing punches and earning a few licks of my own. The pain was supposed to dull the pain in my chest but nothing can compare.
Briar’s face flashed in my face. Her smile. The gleam in her eyes. The way she moaned when I touched her in the right spot.
Growling I punched harder, kicked harder.
“Whoa, Chase!” The Lead trainer tried getting through to me but I heard nothing. I couldn’t hear. My mind was on someone else.
“Fuck, man!” He blocked a punch with his forearm.
“Cool your shit!” He was getting angry too. After all, I’m beating the shit out of him.
When he got fed up with my punches and kicks, he threw a hard right hook and it hit me square in the jaw. I fell onto the ground hard. Breathing hard, I touched my jaw before looking up at him.
“The fuck is wrong with you?” He hit me a second time.
Ok. I deserve that. I wiped the blood from my cut lip before looking up at him.
Shaking my head, I apologized, “Sorry, man. I’m just pissed off.”
“Yeah, I can see that.” He replied sarcastically and with irritation before walking away. “Go let off some steam at the boxing bag in the corner, you fucking dumbass.”
Still wiping the blood on my lip and wincing at the pain in coming from my cheekbone, I glanced at the corner at an available boxing bag. I got up and walked over.
Slowly, I punched the bag and increased my punch and kick until I was completely exhausted and breathing hard. My muscle ached and I wheezed for air. Propping my hands on my knees, I glanced around. Sweating all over, I can see that the gym was quieting down. I wondered how long I have been punching this bag.
Wiping the sweat off my forehead with a gym towel, I walked back into the locker room. Sitting on the bench with my elbows propped on my knees, I thought about Briar.
I chased her for a reason.
Now I know.
I chased her because I have fallen in love with her. I was just too stupid to understand.
Now it was too damn late.