Blurred Lines 1: CHASE
Chapter 14

-Chase-

No woman ever defied me like Sofia Collins. The argument we had in the basement parking pushed me off track. She grew stubborn. When she's proving her point, the fire in her eyes sets her entire face alight. It shadowed the loneliness she was carrying. It made

her

glow.

"I know that look," Rafa smirks. Beneath the neon dancing light of Velocity, Eros' club, his smug look shines bright like the sun at its peak. He'd been poking me on the wrong side since yesterday. Clearly, he knew something was up between Sofia and me. Or at least with me. "Enlighten me," I said, sipping my beer.

Monica made herself comfortable in my lap, her perky a*s rubbing over my c*ck.

Velocity is one of Rio's most popular strip clubs, and Monica is the best Eros has on his tab. She's gorgeous, and what makes her different from all the girls here is that she doesn't work for money; she works as a stripper because she loves the attention. It turns her

on. n.

From how she grinds on my lap, I knew I'd have a feast if I took her home.

"Brunette, blue eyes...." Rafa replied, shoving Shanon away from aiming to sit on his lap.

Shanon pouts, retaining her seat on Rafa's side. She had been trying to ensnare Rafa for a long time, and her persistence was f*cking applaudable.

"... Sofia, is it?" Rafa finished his snarky response.

Monica leaned forward, her lips ghosting my earlobes. "Wanna get out of here... somewhere where we can talk privately?"

Despite all the male attention she is already getting, she's one jealous kitten. She knew what we were, what I could give and not.

I leaned back, tucking her hair behind her ears. "I have a business to attend to, gatinha." [Kitten]

Monica pouts, straddling me. Her barely there sparkling skirt rode up so high, revealing her cr*tchless panties.

F*ck... such a pink p*ssy, and she's already glistening.

It's one thing that made Monica stand out from every girl in this club. She loved her body, and she knew how to use it to her advantage. But not tonight.

I tilt my head to the side, locking eyes with Monica. She curled her fingers around my neck, twirling the tips of my hair. I offered my forefinger, pressing it to her lip. Her ruby red lips parted, and she sucked my finger until it was wet with her saliva. She released it with a pop. My finger left a wet trail from her lip to her centerline, between her cleavage and taut stomach. Her breath quickens as my finger reaches their destination.

I circled her cl*t, playing with the hardening bud. Moving my finger left to right, left to right, searching for her hard pearl. Monica bit her lip, eyes dilating as I teased her entrance but never penetrated her. She loved to be teased. The wetness oozing from her oasis proves that.

Unable to hold it in, she pressed her forehead against mine.

"Please, Daddy..." she said, her voice so low I could barely hear it over the music.

"Tell me, little girl," I played along. At this point, my c*ck should be jerking and ready to explode, but it's sleeping calmly beneath my jeans.

"Play with my p*ssy. Make me come," Monica begged. "Please, daddy."

I tossed the beer down my throat and set the bottle on the table behind her. Pawing the back of her neck, I kept her in place and shoved my finger inside her wet center.

Monica gasped. Her excitement made her swollen and tight. It didn't matter to her if people could see me finger f*cking her. Rafa had long slipped out of the bar, probably at the parking lot, lighting a cigarette stick. Despite our years of friendship, Rafa had always been the gentleman. I don't even know why he sticks around even after seeing me play with girls like this.

My finger started off at a quick pace, pushing Monica to moan. She pinched her eyes closed as my thumb and middle finger joined the ministration.

"Oh, daddy," she whimpered, tugging on my hair.

Her hips moved to meet my hand, chasing her high. A dozen pairs of eyes had been watching us since

Monica straddled my lap, hoping they'd witness a show. This wasn't our first rodeo. Monica understood what ticked me off, and I knew how to touch her. It used to arouse me, hearing Monica pant my name like a prayer. Now... it doesn't. It's becoming too familiar, blunt, and dull. The excitement isn't there anymore. My co*k is not as eager as it used to be buried deep in her warm, welcoming p*ssy.

"Chase..." Monica moaned. I groaned as her fingernails dug into my scalp, tugging my hair. "Oh, f*ck!" she whimpered, a gush of warm liquid dowsing my hands.

She pressed her forehead on my shoulder, breathing heavily. Tilting her head to the side, I offered her my fingers, coated with her wetness. She opened her mouth and cleaned my fingers. By our routine, Monica shifted to kiss me on the mouth. I looked the other way, her lips colliding with my cheeks.

"Let's go to my place," she offered.

"Not tonight, Monica." Her face fell when her name tumbled out of my lips. It was a warning. She knew I meant what I said.

She swallowed hard, removing herself from my lap. "I'll wait for you," she said, fixing her sparkly skirt back on.

I looked up at her as she stood up; her figure shadowing what little light the club provided. "This meeting will take time," I said. On my feet now, I threw my leather jacket over my shoulder.

Eros appeared from the hallway, motioning for me to join him.

I patted Monica's hair, feeling guilty for the pout adorning her full lips. "Take the night off. Do something you really like. Watch a movie and go out with your friends. You should really consider taking a new career, Monica."

She huffed, crossing her arms in her middle. "It's true then, this brunette with blue eyes Rafa is speaking of." Despite knowing her place in my life, Monica tends to overdo things. She's one jealous b*tch when she wants to. She thought I didn't know her little stunts in kicking out all the new girls Eros was trying to give to me.

The thought of Monica puncturing her claws at Sofia rubbed me off the wrong way.

I faced her fully. She had to tip her chin up, so we'd see eye eye. "Do what I tell you to do, Monica. Whoever I f*ck is none of your business. You know not to defy me, yes?"

Her eyelashes fluttered fast as though she had caught something in her eyes. She nodded, murmuring a yes.

Leaving her to her thoughts, Eros had a knowing smile when I reached him. The hallway had deep blue overhead lights illuminating the wicked smile on my friend's lips. "What did she ever do to you, Montiero?" he asked, leading the way back to his office.

"I told her to take the night off," I said, avoiding his teasing question.

"What did I ever do to you?" He repeated, annoyed that I pulled out her best stripper for tonight.

"I am paying for her," I reasoned as we stepped inside his office.

"Yes, you are paying, but Monica on stage fills the tip jar until it's overflowing with cash. With Monica's absence, my poor employees would only get half for tonight."

"Will an all-expense paid trip to Sao Paulo for all your employees compensate for Monica's absence?" I groaned, slumping down on the couch.

Eros grabbed two bottles of beer from his office bar as he laughed. "You think everything could be solved with money?" he blurted out, offering me the Bharma.

I took a massive swig of my drink. "Isn't it?"

His smile faded when he realized I wasn't joking anymore. Silence floated in the air. "You know not everyone's loyalty can be bought with money, Chase."

"I know," I huffed. "And you know I am right, more often than not."

Eros sighed, running his fingers through his dark locks. "I know. Are you sure you want to know what I found out?" I nodded. He went to his desk and fetched a brown envelope. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on FindNovel.net. Visit FindNovel.net to read the complete chapters for free. The word classified was written across it. "Everything you need to know about Kyle Andrews and Katerina Simone is there."

"Everything?" I asked, clutching the envelope as though I was holding a bomb that would explode any minute.

Eros hummed. "Everything. Including the dirt they've been hiding in their closet for years."