Well damn! There goes my orgasm. That’s the second time he’s come with my head smashed down on the bed. I wonder if this is his thing and I realize that he’s punishing me for something I didn’t even know I did wrong. He didn’t let me come, and I’m almost positive he knows he didn’t.

“Gee thanks,” I murmur as he catches his breath behind me. I’ll admit I’m thoroughly bummed. I know he can make me see stars, and the fact that he held out on me almost makes me want to cry.

“Time for bed, Angel,” he says as he kisses the back of my neck and pulls out.

Super!

7

I’m a little disappointed when I wake up alone, without Braxxon’s tongue lapping my core. But it’s Sunday, and Lana and I get to go home today. That thought makes up for the no orgasm. Just almost. I stretch before making my way downstairs to check on my best friend. I hear her giggling in the main room.

She looks a million times better. If she didn’t have a sling on, you wouldn’t be able to tell that she was just shot two days ago.

“Hey,” I say walking up to her.

“Get your things; we get to go home babe,” she smiles.

“Prospect,” Pyro snaps. “Get Star’s stuff together.”

“What about our car?” I ask.

“Pyro’s had the shop call the insurance company. We’ll have a rental waiting for us a few miles away from home. One of the Prospects is going to escort us to pick it up.”

“Escort us?” I repeat, but it comes out like a question instead of the disbelief I wanted it to sound like.

“Yep, gotta go all around our route here.”

“Peachy,” I murmur. “You got pain killers to go?”

“The best of the best. Pyro called Rich this morning, and he wasn’t too thrilled that I’m gonna be outta work. His exact words were…” she trails off leaving it open for Pyro.

“I give you my two best girls and you get one of them shot. We’re square,” he mimics. “And he hung up on me.” Pyro chuckles.

“Well, it’s been fun Pyro,” I say sarcastically.

“You think the Prez is gonna let you stay away?”

“Yep,” I say popping my p.

“Oh Star,” he chuckles. “C’mon I’ll walk you both out.”

Thank the heavens above. I’m practically squealing with delight knowing that we’re going home. I force myself not to be bummed out that Braxxon isn’t saying goodbye though. He’s a badass; I get that, but he’s just downright rude. He already left my core aching, and now he’s being a prick again.

We picked up our little rental car and one of the prospects followed us home. It was one of the longest rides of my life. Lana’s been happily smiling ever since leaving Breakneck and yeah, I know I’m a glutton for punishment because I find myself longing for the voice, touch, and smell of Braxxon. Once we’re home, I plop down on our couch and cross my arms, pouting when my phone starts ringing. I swear my moods are bi-polar. One minute I don’t want him and the next I miss him. My swollen lips between my legs also have something to do with that.

“Hello,” I answer.

“Bye Angel.” His husky velvet voice breathes through the phone.

Two hours too late dude.

“Bye Braxxon,” I huff, hanging up.

See? Mood swings much. I need to seek help immediately. Not two minutes after I hang up, I receive a text message from him.

Braxxon: *You hurting baby?*

Bastard! I can be cocky too. I respond.

Winter *But it hurts sooooo good!*

Ding

Braxxon *Mmm Angel next weekend*

I frown. I can’t text back now. Gah, why do I have to be so indecisive when it comes to him? I growl and toss my phone on the table. Lana looks up from the television.

“What?” Lana asks.

“Braxxon,” I say because that’s all I need to say for her to get it.

“Ah… he reminds you of your old life. Doesn’t he?”

“Yeah. Every single thing about him does. He’ll get tired of trying and move on. Besides it was just a weekend bang.” I smile with the word bang.

“I dunno, Winter. He gives you that look.”

“What look? And how would you know? You were drugged all weekend,” I say frustrated.

“Even in my drugged induced state of mind that connection was clearly visible.”

“Whatever.” I laugh throwing a pillow at her, wincing that I was stupid enough to forget she was just shot. “Sorry.”

It’s Friday night, and I’m heading into work. Braxxon has texted me a few times a day and has tried calling. I’ve ignored him. It’s taking everything I have not to give in. I never thought I would be hot for a guy who referred to me as bitch when he was screwing me. I should be offended, or something, but I’m not. I wave to Keith who is the doorman and security guard at the front of the club. He nods and tells me that Rich needs to see me before I get ready. Just great, what in the hell did I do?

I knock on his office door, and he hollers for me to come in.

“Hey boss, you wanted to see me?” I ask, sitting down in front of his desk.

Rich is an older playboy type of man. He has a head full of silver hair and even a silver beard; he wears gold chains all over his body.

“Yeah Star, I’m gonna have to let you go,” he says with a sigh.

“What?” I screech, jumping up. I’ve never been fired, and the first time I am, it’s from an exotic strip club? Seriously?