Page 153 of Queen Of Clubs

Biting my lip, I give them a sexy smirk. I waddle my ass off the stage before the smell of my slick fills the whole room, and Zane loses his shit.

He’s not a fan of me dancing, the idea of other men's eyes on me as dirty thoughts fill their heads makes him a tad bit murderous.

I’ve let him know, more than once, that they’re only looking, not touching. He didn’t like the idea of me coming back to work here, but he’s respected it... for the most part.

The High Roller is a big part of my life, one I didn’t realize how much I missed until I came back. I love it here, I love the people, I love my job. Nothing has really changed. I tend the bar on occasions and serve clients just like I did before.

Calvin was the only client I’ve ever taken on, so that hasn’t changed. Only now, I don’t dance, tonight was the one and only time, because Travis asked me if I’d be alright doing a one night only show.

Apparently, pregnancy kink is a big thing for a good amount of these clients and more than one has asked about spending an evening with me. When Travis told them that wasn’t an option, they asked for me to dance.

I agreed for this one night as long as my alphas were there with me.

The show might have brought in good money for the club, but I did it because of the looks my men just had on their handsome faces.

Life has been amazing since we’ve come back to Las Vegas. It took awhile, but the death threats have slowed down. I think after the fans saw how truly happy the guys were, they backed off. Still, the guys refuse to let me go anywhere alone, and I don’t mind.

Honestly, I like having one of them with me at all times.

I don’t crave my alone time very often; the need to be with them is still very strong. It might wear off as time goes on, but I don’t see that happening any time soon.

“Jade.” Leisha stops me when I get backstage. “Nice show.”

“Why thank you.” I grin.

“You’ve been requested for the night.”

My smile drops. “What? You know I don’t take clients.”

“I know.” She grins. “But for these four, I think you’d make an exception.”

Understanding dawns on me, and I smile, letting out a little laugh. “Which room?”

“Two Of A Kind.”

“Thanks.”

“Have fun!” she calls out with amusement.

“I will!” I laugh back. Wrapping the silk robe around my body, I slip on my sandals and head toward the stairs.

“How are you feeling?” Roger asks me as I pass him.

“I’m feeling good. Big, but good.” I laugh.

“Anyone give you any trouble tonight?” he asks, and I can’t help but smile at his protectiveness.

“Nope. Everything is good, Roger.”

He nods. “Good.”

He still glares at my men any time they’re here and hasn’t forgotten the shit they pulled, but he respects the fact they’re with me and puts up with them. I love him for that.

Roger is like the big brother I’ve never had. Someone who looks after me, talks to me when I need to, and is always here for me.

Those are some of the biggest reasons why I wanted to come back here, why I don’t see my life being anywhere else. These people are my family almost as much as my alphas are.

I love my life, and while I can handle going on the road with the guys if they go on tour, home will always be here.