My feet stuck to the floor.
I could feel everyone’s eyes on me.
Kali cupped my shoulder. “First time in a place like this, huh? It’s all good, girl. You’ll love it.”
Alex
Scanning the room, I stood beside Luca. He held my hand and greeted the naked women. His eyes didn’t even wander to their bare chests. They addressed him as sir instead of Mr. Salvatore, which earned him a raised eyebrow from me.
He slid his thumb across my lip. “You have nothing to be jealous about, my queen.”
Luca spoke to a beautiful blonde in charge of the girls, telling her to take good care of his guests. The girls smiled, but the brunette with huge fake breasts at the end of the line looked downright pissed to see me. I tried not to think about the women Luca fucked when we weren’t together. What was the point? His mother’s ring was on my finger, not hers. Luca wanted a queen, not a whore.
“Let’s get a drink,” Luca said as he dragged me toward the bar. “You look like you could use one.”
He gave me a crooked grin as he stopped in front of the bar and ordered a glass of scotch and a cosmopolitan from a pretty redhead with big tits.
She smiled at me and slid our drinks down the bar. “Alexandrea, you’re just as beautiful as they said.”
I opened my mouth to ask how she knew my name or anything about me and stopped myself. “Thank you. And you can call me Alex.”
She nodded. “Welcome to the Founders Club. If you need anything, my name is Cara. Just let me know, okay?”
I raised my glass and took a sip. “Thanks. I’m good for now.”
Luca’s brothers and friends gathered around us and shouted orders to Cara and the girl next to her, keeping them busy.
I turned to Luca, my back to the bar. “Does everyone here know me?”
He nodded.
“Then why was the brunette giving me the evil eye when we first walked in?”
His eyes were on mine. “Because she wants to fuck me.”
“You haven’t fucked her?”
He shook his head. “None of the women in this room.”
“Really?”
“The same girls never enter this room more than once.” He hugged me against his chest. “I can see the wheels turning in your beautiful brain. You’re mine. Stop worrying.”
Sonny sang the words to “I Don’t Dance” by DMX and Machine Gun Kelly as he entered the room with Drake. Finn and Callum strolled into the room with Cole.
“Little Wellington,” Sonny boomed as he approached me with a bottle of craft beer in hand, armed with one of his wicked smiles. “You look like a fish out of water in this place. I see we need to break you in.” He took my hand and spun me like a ballerina, moving me toward the center of the room. “What’s furrowing those beautiful brows?”
I laughed as he twirled me again. “Nothing. I’m just taking in the scenery.”
He raised my left hand to eye level. “The Salvatore diamond. This ring is older than Devil’s Creek. Did Luca tell you about how his family came to own it?”
I cocked an eyebrow at him. “Do I want to know?”
He smirked. “Probably not.” Sonny turned me again but not with the same grace as before. “Are you ready for a night of debauchery?”
I gulped down the rest of my drink to stop it from spilling onto my dress. “I guess it depends on your definition.”
When the song switched to “Nasty Girl” by Nitty, Kali screamed my name and shot off the couch. She fixed her dress in place, shoving the fabric over the tops of her thighs. Damian and Bastian attempted to grab her, but she swatted them away and strolled over to me.
“I love this song.” Kali waved. “Come dance with me.”
I excused myself and Kali hooked her arm through mine. We shook our hips to the song, mouthing the words. Kali turned her back to me, rubbing her ass up and down my front. Every man in the room stared at us, and since it was a special occasion, I figured we should have fun with this.
Gripping Kali’s left shoulder, I bent her forward and gave her ass a playful smack.
She squealed with laughter. “Honey, I got a lot of money…” Kali said as she smiled at me over her shoulder.
“Could you be my nasty girl?” I belted out as she rose to her full height, and we danced.
“And let me do that dirty dance with you…” We said in unison, neither of us able to finish the lyrics because we were laughing so hard.
We were only one drink into our night and already acting crazy. Throwing her arms above her head, Kali spun in circles, shaking her ass so hard her dress rode up her thighs. She slid her leg between mine and grinded against me, her nastiness matching the song.