HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 120

Alaric’s POV:

“Ric!” I heard a voice call out from a distance. Both Meadow and I turned to look at the man who was currently approaching us.

My closest friend and business partner–and manager of the club, Landon Corvell.

“Lan,” I answered, stretching a hand out to shake his already outstretched one. “Hey, man.”

His gaze

shifted to Meadow and he did a double take. Now, I had known Landon for years–since we were in high school together–and I could tell exactly what was running through his mind as his eyes roamed over my wife.

Meadow’s hand reached for mine again as though on instinct. She was nervous. I stepped in front of Meadow slightly, trying to block his view of her. And when Landon looked back at me, he smirked.” Apologies,” he muttered. Not to me, but to Meadow. “But I have to say, you look really familiar. Have we met before?”

My jaw clenched. Meadow’s eyes widened. “Um, I don’t think so.”

“This is my wife, Meadow,” I said to Landon, arching a brow at him when his eyes widened slightly. He opened his mouth to say something but I shut him up with my narrowed gaze.

Landon was a good friend. The best, actually. But sometimes, he pissed me the fuck off. Landon ran a tech company, and he was in charge of building the app for this club. We barely saw each other, and we easily figured that it was the best thing for both of us.

“Lovely to meet you, Meadow.” The motherfucker lifted her hand to his mouth, pressing a light kiss to the back, all while keeping his eyes on me–daring me to go all… caveman on him.

Oh, I fucking would. But not right now. Not when Meadow was watching.

Tonight was supposed to be a special one for her. And there was nothing that bewitched me more than the look on her face as she saw things in this club that she had never seen before. The way her innocent eyes had widened when I told her about Hugh and his best friend… it had sent a current straight to my cock. I wanted to show her more, to see how she would react.

Especially to certain kinks.

“Landon is my business partner,” I said to Meadow as she took another sip of her drink.

“And best friend,” he added, shooting me a playful glare. “You fucking forgot that part.” He turned to Meadow again. “Known each other since high school. He is not a fun one, I tell you.”

Meadow only laughed, and when she looked up at me, her teeth was biting into her bottom lip. “I’d say he’s the exact opposite,” she muttered, taking another sip of her drink.

Landon smirked, grabbing a glass of whiskey from a passing tray. He was about to drink it when all of a sudden, he stopped. And then he turned around, beckoning to someone I hadn’t realized was there.

Because she was on her knees, a few feet behind him, wearing a… pantsuit.

My lips twitched. The fucking bastard.

My gaze shifted to Meadow, but she wasn’t looking at me.

Her eyes were completely on the blond haired woman as she crawled toward Landon seductively. I wasn’t sure how on earth she managed to pull it off, but she did.

Landon fucking Corvell had a woman role–playing as some kind of professional figure–a lawyer, most likely–on her knees for him.

And Meadow’s eyes followed her every move.

I watched her, the way her lips were parted, the way she swallowed hard, the way her index finger tapped against the flute before she shook her head, downing the rest of her drink.

Something stirred within me. And so did my cock.

Fuck. Me. Gently.

I wasn’t sure of it. I hadn’t yet let her in the tether room because I didn’t want to scare her off. But looking at her now, I could tell that she wanted to be that woman.

Craved to be her, even.

The woman stopped beside Landon, taking her hands off the floor so she was now only on her knees.

Landon moved the glass to her lips. “Drink.”

The woman did exactly as he asked, taking a sip of the whiskey. She swallowed it down, only wincing slightly, and that was when Landon took a sip of his drink, patting her hair down with his other hand as she looked up at him in adoration.

Meadow dropped the flute on the next passing tray a little too hard, and she started to reach for another one but I stopped her.

“You’re a lightweight, baby,” I whispered into her ear. “I need you to be sober for me tonight. Can you do that?”

Her face flushed as she nodded. “Okay, yeah.” Her voice was shaky.

She was turned on–I could tell. She just didn’t know what to do about it.

Fucking hell.

“I need to find the bathroom,” she whispered to me. “I’ll be right back.”

“Are you alright?” My brows drew together as I asked.

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