Chapter 5 - Dash Bolton

Dash POV

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say as I watch my brother sit next to me. His eyes scan my face as I take a deep breath, cradling the drink in my hand. “Can you please stop staring at me?” I let out in frustration. If there’s one person who can get under my skin is my twin brother. Jagger is my best friend and sometimes I feel like he is a part of me. It’s freakishly frustrating when he looks at me and I feel like I can read his mind. 

“I just think it’s weird you’re sitting here instead of being down there grinding your cock against some random bimbo,” Jagger says, and I shake my head. 

“Can’t I have one night of peace?” I let out and he offers me his biggest grin and I know I’m in for shit. 

“I haven’t forgotten the girl you took home with you. You haven’t told me what the fuck happened,” he says and I roll my eyes as I empty my glass, raising it above my head. “Who’s the girl?” I wish I fucking knew. She got out of my house so fast I didn’t even get a chance to know her name. 

“I don’t know,” I let out as the waitress brought another whiskey and placed it in front of me, winking. I ignore her advances and watch as my brother tries to understand what I just said. I can see the wheels turning in his head as he processes my words. 

“What do you mean, you don’t know?” Jagger asks, and I take a deep breath, leaning forward and grabbing my drink. I empty it before he has a chance to ask me another question. “Dash, what the fuck happened at the party?”

“I went in to do the job, then I saw the girl. She was wasted, almost stripping her clothes in front of those fuckers.” I start. I tell him everything that had happened at the party and how I couldn’t just leave her there when I found that fucktard almost raping her. Jagger’s jaw tensed. He is just like me when it comes to violence against women. I think he is even worse. He won’t tolerate anyone touching a woman without her consent. 

“Is that why he ended up in hospital?” Jagger asks, and I nod. I know the beating wasn’t in the plan. I just had to go in and scare him, not put him in a hospital bed with his future shattered. “Good,” Jagger says without looking at me. 

“But it doesn’t explain how you don’t know who she is,” Jagger adds and I take a deep breath. I look at my brother, who is staring at me. His eyes scan my face, trying to figure out what the fuck happened, and when I tell him, his hand flies to the back of my head, smacking me. 

“Hey, that fucking hurts,” I say, and he shakes his head as he looks at me. “It’s not my fault she ran away before I got a chance to ask her name,” I say and Jagger moves his hand through his beard and then looks at me again. 

“You took a girl you didn’t know who it was to your house. Are you out of your fucking mind?” Jagger asks and I take a deep breath, standing up and walking away from him. I am not in the mood to have my balls ripped from my body. I know he is right. It was a fucking dangerous move. I never take girls to my house. I either go to theirs or we end up in a hotel or even fucking on the back of my bike. 

Deciding to push away the thoughts of the sleeping beauty away from my mind, I get myself distracted with work. I jump behind the bar, serving drinks and making my mind busy. It’s the best way to deal with this. I spend days distracting myself with work instead of burying myself between the girl’s legs. I don’t know what type of spell she put on me, but I need to sort my shit out. 

Today is the charity gala at the library. We all got invited, and I decided to fly solo today. Maybe I can find an Upper East Side princess to warm up my bed. It’s been days since I last fucked someone and my balls are starting to go blue. And what better place to find someone than at an event like this? 

As I enter the library, I immediately spot Wyatt and Blake at the bar. She looks like she is about to explode, while Wyatt looks like he is about to kill someone. His face is flustered while they speak in hush tones. I walk to them and when Blake’s eyes meet mine; she smiles and pulls me for a hug.

“Geez, shouldn’t you be in bed or something?” I say and Wyatt raises a hand, pointing at me and then letting his hand fall back down while Blake looks at him with murderous eyes. “Shit,” I whisper as her eyes move to me and she places her finger against my nose, forcing me to take one step back. 

“Don’t you dare tell me to go to bed. I am tired of being in bed resting. I need this kid out, and I need to have some fun,” she says and I nod, raising both hands in surrender. Jagger appears next to me and his eyes soften as soon as he looks at Blake. He was never her biggest fan, but since he found out she was pregnant, he became overly protective of her. Even more than Wyatt. I know why he is like this, but none of us tries to stop him. 

Blake only listens to him, making us all look like amateurs. “Hey princess,” Jagger says, kissing her on the cheek. And she smiles as he pulls a stool from the bar and she offers him a smile as he helps her sit down. “Why didn’t you clowns get her a chair to sit on?” Jagger asks, and I can’t help but chuckle. Shaking my head. Obviously, he is blaming us while Wyatt curses under his breath. 

“Is he some sort of pregnancy whisper?” He asks me, and I shrug, watching as Jagger rubs Blake’s back, and Wyatt’s eyes fire him, a look that would make everyone piss their pants but doesn’t even make Jagger shiver. Deciding not to pay attention to them anymore and find a girl to help with my blue balls, I look around the room.

My eyes scan the room and I see the red-haired beauty that has been on my mind since last weekend. I can’t help but smile as she looks around the room, looking bored as fuck. Her green dress hugs her curves in the most seductive way I have ever seen in my life. 

Her large breasts are kept in place, but the dress shows some cleavage. The skirt flows down her legs. As she moves, I can see her leg through the slit that appears and I can’t help but lick my lips, imagining those legs over my shoulders while I eat her pussy. The dress has some sort of cape covering her shoulders and arms and fuck me; she looks fucking stunning. If i thought she was beautiful before, now I think she is probably the most beautiful woman in the world.

You’re mine today. I excuse myself, without glancing back while everyone asks me where I am going and I walk straight to her. Her beautiful green eyes lock on mine and the panic appears in them straight away. She looks around and as I am about to reach her; I am stopped by someone I wish would go die somewhere far away. 

“Connor,” I say as he stands in front of me, shaking my hand. 

“Dash, long time no see, let’s have a drink,” he says, pulling me to the bar while I watch as my sleeping beauty focuses her attention on the guy in front of her. I feel my blood boil, but I need Connor’s connection if I want to open another club. 

“How’s the location search going?” He asks as he passes me a glass of whiskey and I take it. I shove one hand into my pocket. I hate chit chat, especially when I have something else on my mind. 

“I have my secretary scanning some locations with the realtor,” I say, and he nods as he smacks his hand on my back. Connor is one of the richest bastards in New York and he has been trying to do business with me for years and I finally allowed him in. His investment and his connections will be good for business. I know that everything he puts his name in becomes a colossal hit, and I want my club to be the most exclusive place in New York. I want at least a one-year wait list to be able to get inside. I want everyone to want to go there. 

As soon as Connor gets tired of talking business and decides it is time to go find his next victim, I look around the room trying to find my Sleeping Beauty, but she is nowhere to be seen. I let out a sigh of frustration as Jagger stands next to me. His eyes follow Blake as she dances with Wyatt in the center of the room. 

“You know you can’t babysit her all the time, right?” I let out and he takes a deep breath, nodding. “She’s not Bella,” I say, and his eyes lock on mine. Pain flashes on them and he nods before he empties the content of his glass before he looks back at me.