Page 11 of Sweet Possession

ASHER

I leave those words hanging in the air and wait for Remi to argue with me. To tell me that no, she did not quit, and to take her back to that shithole. I won’t though.

When I spotted her on that stage in that angel outfit, something snapped inside me. I had to get her out of there. Had to stop all the leering eyes on her. And I did. Remi is mine, whether she likes it or not. I do wish she had kept the outfit though. For my eyes only. I always thought she was an angel so seeing her like that did things to me.

And my cock.

So as far as I’m concerned, she did quit. Even if she tries to go back now, I’ll make it difficult. And I doubt after my threat to that slimy asshole, who I assume owns the joint, he would let her return anyway. If he did, I would make good on my warning and have his place raided. I’m sure he wouldn’t want that. So, if he knows what’s good for him, he will never take my angel back to dance. He won’t even look in her direction.

“I didn’t quit, you asshole, you made me lose my job,” she accuses, and I don’t respond because what can I say. It’s exactly what I did. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? I won’t be able to pay my bills now,” she shrieks.

I glance over at her. My eyes drop to her breasts where they move with the heaving of her chest. I want those tits in my hands. In my mouth. I want to touch and explore every part of her body. I sigh nonchalantly like I didn’t just upend her life. “Remi. Angel. I will look after you.”

I feel her stare burning the side of my face, and I know I’m in for it. “I don’t want you to look after me,” she growls like a little lion cub, making me smile.

“Well, I will, whether you want me to or not. I got you into this mess, so it’s my responsibility to make sure you’re looked after,” I say calmly. The thought of looking after this girl makes my cock harden in my pants. I want to be someone she needs. Someone she turns to.

“You don’t get it, do you? I don’t want your goddamn money. I was fine looking after myself, making my own money,” she snaps.

I shrug. “If you don’t want my money, I can always teach you how to play poker. You’ll make way more gambling than you were taking your clothes off and dancing for all those perverts to see. I don’t want anyone but me looking at your body.”

I look at her just as her mouth gapes open. I know I’m being overbearing, irrational, but I don’t care. My angel is mine.

She laughs humorlessly before narrowing her eyes. “Anyone looking at me but you? Jesus, you really are crazy.”

“Maybe. But it doesn’t change anything. You no longer work at Legs Eleven, deal with it. Now, do you want me to teach you poker or not?” I ask.

She huffs but I know I’ve got her. “Well, it’s either that or I find another strip club to dance at. And something tells me that I will have the same problems.” She’s right. She will. If she ends up in another club, I will have no problem doing this again. “I suppose you can teach me poker. It might be fun, and you said I can earn more than what I am now. Right?”

“Yeah. Twice as much with me being your teacher. You will soon be thanking me for making you quit. Especially when you’re making thousands each night.”

Remi hums and the sound goes straight to my dick. I smile to myself.

I won this round.

* * *

I take Remi home, much to my displeasure. I didn’t want to leave her there, but I also didn’t want to push her by bringing her to my house. It took everything in me to let her get out of my car, and I only allowed it because she relented and gave me her cell phone and apartment number.

My place is not the biggest home in Miami, but it’s in a nice area and you can see the sea. I bought it when I won my first million on a big poker game. It was going to be my forever home with Cali, the place we would have a family. That all went to shit when she decided to let my best friend put his dick inside her.

I drop down on my couch with a tumbler of scotch. Taking a sip, I look out to my back yard and the sea. I briefly wonder what it would be like to have Remi living in my space. Would she like it here? I hope she would. The thought of having her here makes me feel warm inside. I don’t know what it is about that girl, but she brings out the most visceral side of me. I want to protect, claim, mate. I want everything with her. More than I ever did with Cali. Yes, I loved Calista, but the feelings I get when I’m around my angel make me think that what I thought was love was maybe not. It’s ridiculous, considering I don’t really know the girl, but the emotions are strong, and who am I to fight them?

My cell rings, pulling me from my thoughts. I grab it from beside me on the couch, grimacing when I see the name on the screen. I debate whether to answer and then think, why the fuck not? I did nothing wrong. Sliding the green button, I lift the phone to my ear.

“What the hell do you want, Brody?” I grunt.

“Ash don’t hang up. Please, just hear me out, man.” Brody’s voice is almost a whine.

I chuckle but its humorless. The nerve of this asshole. “Why the fuck should I hear you out, Brody? You fucked Cali. The woman I told you I was going to marry. You were supposed to be my best friend.” Anger surges through me as the memories of that day assault me. The day I caught them, I had gone to my bedroom after hearing noises and was greeted by Brody’s bare ass and Cali’s moans as he thrust into her. I shudder at the memory.

He sighs down the phone. “I fucked up, Ash. It was a mistake. I was in a bad place and jeal…” he trails off, blowing out a harsh breath. “I’m sorry, man. I really am. I know it won’t change anything, but I just wanted you to know that.” The emotion in his voice makes me pause. It would be so easy to forgive him. We do go way back. But I can’t just forget what happened.

“You’re right Brody; you did mess up. You crossed every line and shit all over our friendship and for what? A quick fuck?” I shake my head even though he can’t see me.

“I did, and I’m sorry. She never deserved you, Ash, I knew she was a snake. I know you think I’m no better, but I did you a favor. You’ll see that in time.” And with that he ends the call. I drop my cell on the couch and fall back. Staring at the ceiling, my mind runs rampant with thoughts. Thoughts of Brody. Of Cali. Of my Remi.

Maybe I should forgive him. If he hadn’t done what he did, then I wouldn’t have met my angel. They do say everything happens for a reason, and maybe Remi was the reason why Brody and Cali happened. If I’m honest, I’m not even mad about it anymore. I was, but that was before I walked into that strip club. I wouldn’t even care if the deceitful fuckers were together, that’s how much I know that what I had with Cali wasn’t real. It was a steppingstone to something bigger and better.