Chapter 34

Diesel

"Iwas told you have a new rule," Dion said, pouring himself a glass of scotch. After placing the bottle down and turning around, he leaned his waist against the table, his cold eyes pinned on me. It was odd how the guy always looked tired even when he wasn't.

"What about it?" I asked, leaning farther into the leather chair and spreading my legs. His eyes quickly checked me out with displeasure. He was used to people being afraid of him, and I'd already made it clear I wasn't one of them.

"You know, I was willing to accept your ‘no men' rule out of common decency."

Common decency, my ass.This man didn't have a shred of courtesy in his body.

"But now you're rejecting my clients. Your clients. Telling them no physical touch?" The amusement on his face was nothing but a fraud with anger simmering low underneath his well-kept mask.

"What can I say?" I shrugged, giving him a lazy smirk. "I decided to save myself for marriage."

Pressing the crystal glass to his lips, he nodded, then sipped from the brown liquid.

"You think you can mess with me?" His body tensed, and he stood straight, placing the glass on the table.

"Not at all. In fact, I thought a good Catholic such as yourself would appreciate it." I cocked my head in the direction of the cross necklace hanging around his neck.

His face was a mask of nothingness as he tucked the gold chain into his shirt. "You know I like you, Diesel, right?" His eyes were empty, hollow, just like his soul. "I have ever since you first came to me." He moved to sit on the chair in front of me, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back. "I liked you even more when you took that hit for me."

A few months ago, we were out doing some business when some idiot tried to make a move on Dion with a knife. I stopped the motherfucker but got sliced in the process. I had no idea what had happened to that person, but I could imagine.

"I'm thrilled that you like me," I grunted, ready to get up when he snorted a laugh. I narrowed my eyes at him. "What is it?"

He met my stare. "You're missing my point. I'm saying that I like you for now… So don't make me stop." He didn't need to say another word. The threat was clear, yet I didn't care. With Iván getting his parole, all I had to do was grit my teeth and swallow my pride for the next two months until he was out, and I'd be able to walk away from the club.

Two months, and that was it.

Shay-Lee would bitch about it, but I'd shut him up with my cock. The lovely image put a smile on my face, already making me forget Dion and his threats.

"I'm gonna go now."

After my short and unpleasant talk with Dion, I went out for a quick smoke. As I took a hit from the cig, I tried calling Shay-Lee to see what he was up to. Never in my life had I given a shit about what someone else was doing, and here I was, waiting for the idiot to pick up.

"Fucker," I hissed when I was sent to voicemail. Checking the time, it was rather late, so perhaps he was already asleep.

With the cig shoved between my lips, I scrolled through my phone when something occurred to me. After a quick search, I found the file I had nearly forgotten about and hit Play.

"Let's stop using the term ‘false testimony' because if we're honest, we both know those jerks are homophobic assholes on top of being rapists."

While I viewed this conversion from a totally different perspective now, understanding that Shay-Lee was doing something right for once in his life, it still left me concerned about the nature of Shay-Lee and Jordan's relationship and if it was something I even needed to worry about.

Shay-Lee used to be obsessed with Miles, but I no longer got that vibe. Imagining Shay-Lee and Miles in bed together was ridiculous. From the little I knew, Miles wasn't about sticking his dick into anyone, and Shay-Lee? Picturing him trying to top me made me snort a laugh.

Back to Jordan. He must have meant something to him, especially when Shay-Lee refused to even talk about the guy. As bitter as jealousy tasted on my tongue, I couldn't deny it. I was an obsessive man, but so was Shay-Lee, considering how he got Mrs. Morrison's ass fired. Right before the last period, she was escorted out of the building by two police detectives with her hands cuffed behind her back. It had nothing to do with her sleeping with a student and everything to do with her using the school funds to pay for a cottage in Aspen. At least, that was what the rumor said. Anyway, I'd have to ask Shay-Lee about it.

With my finger still hovering over the Delete button, I paused for a moment. Taking one last drag from the cig, I waited for the smoke to settle deep in my lungs. Once it did, I blew it out and pressed Delete in the same go.

I wouldn't use it against him no matter what, and besides, I no longer needed a lousy voice recording to have him by the throat, as I so forcefully claimed in the past. Now, all I had to do was to ask, and he'd offer me his gorgeous neck.

"There you are. A client is waiting for you," said the bouncer, who stepped out of the back entrance.

"I said I'm not doing private shows tonight."

The bouncer shrugged. "Well, the boss said otherwise, so get your ass into the pearl suite."

I sighed, tossing the cig on the ground and stomping it with my shoe, then headed back inside the club. It was going to be a long fucking night and an even longer two months if I had to decline each and every patron who'd requested me personally.

With my mask secured to my face, I checked myself and stepped into the private suite. "I'm not going to fuck you," I said before so much as looking at the room. My tone was annoyed and hostile, enough to scare the client off.

"Well, that's a shame," a voice I recognized all too well teased, and I looked up in surprise.

"Shay-Lee?" I nearly barked his name with a big-ass grin plastered on my face at the sight of him sitting on the bed, wearing a sexy little outfit. He had on a white cropped top, showing off his perfect abs, defined V, and the waistband of a jockstrap peeking from underneath his ripped jeans.

Holy shit.

I bit my lips, taking a second to shake out of my shock before I could react to him.

"What are you doing here?"

He stood and crossed the room until he reached me. "I came to see you." He took off my mask, tossing it over his shoulder. With his fingers on my jaw, he angled me to look at him rather than at my mask, which had landed on the mattress. "Aren't you happy I'm here?"

I grabbed his waist and lifted him. Once he wrapped his legs around my waist, I walked us to the bed and laid him on his back.

"Of course I'm happy," I whispered over his lips. "But I told you I'd handle it."

"You did say that." He dragged out his words while running his hands over my shirt and down my body. "But you know how impatient I can get." He cupped my growing erection over my pants, licking his lustful lips. "Looks like I'm not the only impatient one—"

I stopped him from unzipping me by grabbing his wrist and sat on the bed.

He propped himself on his elbows, pouting. "What's wrong?"

"You shouldn't be here. You promised not to come to the club."

"I promised not to sleep with Dion," he corrected. "But I never said I wouldn't come here."

I side-eyed him, not at all surprised by how he managed to find a way to do what he wanted, regardless of my warnings.

"Don't give me that look." His eyes darted to my crotch. "Especially not when he's happy to see me."

"Forget about my dick for one second."

"That's impossible." He crossed his arms over his chest, making me grunt with frustration.

He was so annoyingly adorable.

"If you come here, you're only going to get pissed off when you see me with clients."

He put his finger over my lips, stopping me from talking.

Did he seriously just silence me?

"You see, that's where you're wrong." A dirty smile pulled on his deviant lips. "You said you can't quit because of Iván, and I respect that. So instead of letting old, miserable perverts buy your time, I'll be the one to do it."

"The hell?" I narrowed my eyes at him, trying to get his logic.

"I'll make sure to book every possible session you have. I'll be your one and only client. It's a win-win situation, you see? You get to keep your job. Dion would keep getting his pocket fattened with my money, and I'll keep getting dicked down by your enormous cock."

"Hold on. You can't always be here when I am. That's impossible."

He poked the inner side of his cheek.

"It's irrelevant whether I'm here or not. I'll still pay for your time. You can knit wool sweatshirts or jerk off to my image for all I care as long as you're still obligated to me and me alone."

I raised my eyebrow at him. "Obligated to you and you alone? Do I look like a dog to you?"

He grinned like a jackass. "Funny that you should ask—"

Charging at him, I pushed him to his back as we started to roll on the mattress, fighting for dominance. After a struggle, he ended up on top of me.

"So, you own me now?" I asked, my fingers caressing his thighs.

He moved his hands to my throat. "Absolutely."

As much as I liked his hands there, I would much rather have mine around his. In a quick move, I grabbed his wrists, pushed his hands down, and flipped him over. Before he knew it, I was between his legs with his hands crossed and locked in my grip as I pinned them to his panting chest.

I cocked my head at him, licking my lips. "What was that?"

"You son of a bitch." He tried to get free but failed. I had him in a locked position, and he didn't have the strength or technique to get out of it.

"Now that you're capable of listening, are you going to tell me how you got her ass fired?" I didn't need to mention names since I had no doubt Shay-Lee knew who I was referring to.

"What makes you think I had anything to do with it?"

"Nah. I'm not an idiot. If you're not going to tell me the truth right now, you can forget about me fucking you tonight."

He gave me a dirty look. "Sure about that? Because I bet the straps I'm wearing would look damn good between your teeth."

That image was enough to get my dick pulsing and my balls hurting with the need for relief, but I held back.

"Speak. Up."

As feisty as he was, Shay-Lee was weak when I ordered him around. It was a remarkable trait of his, one I planned on exploring.

"Can't we just be cool with her being out of the way and move on?"

Letting go of his wrists, I shook my head. "Not a chance."

He sighed, tearing his eyes away from me. "I asked someone to fix it for me."

I could already feel the rage building in the pit of my stomach, making me grind my jaw and tighten my fists.

"Who?" I rasped. When he didn't respond, I repeated myself. "Who helped you?"

"My father's assistant," he murmured.

I took a deep breath to calm myself down and pushed my anger aside. Not because I wanted to, but because getting furious with Shay-Lee wouldn't do any good. He'd shut deeper into himself before telling me to go and fuck off.

"The guy from the party? The ugly asshole with the smug face."

That made Shay-Lee snort. "Yeah, that's the one."

I rubbed the soft skin underneath his eyes. "Why did you go to him?"

"Because it's all I know."

Shay-Lee wasn't any different from a beaten pup. No matter how hard he was hit, he'd always go back to his owner, and that thought killed me. In order to change this sick, twisted dynamic, he needed to realize he had someone else to go to.

"From now on, you come to me. When you need help, you come to me, not them."

Nibbling on his bottom lip, Shay-Lee turned his stare to meet mine, his brows twisting. The doubt in his eyes was bigger than his faith, but it didn't matter. Eventually, he'd realize that these weren't just pretty words but ones I meant. Remembering what I promised him, that I'd never force him into anything, I didn't push him further.

"Now then, what was that about a jockstrap?" In a quick change of subject, I slid my hand down his body until I reached the elastic waistband.

Shifting underneath me, he nearly purred. "Aren't you about to find out?"

Fuck yes, I was, but before I could begin stripping him down, he stopped me.

"There's something I want us to try."