Page 176 of Their Famous Dominant (Office Intrigue Duet 4)
“Well, you’re important to this place,” Greg stated. “So, I guess it makes sense.”
Zeke approached, a stern look on his face. “Rumor has it you’re nixing the New York idea.”
I didn’t bother to ask the big man if he wanted a drink, I merely poured. “I am. With so much going on here, I won’t have time to dedicate myself to it.”
I had also sold the New York apartment I’d recently purchased in lieu of a house here in the Chicago area. While I would keep the penthouse apartment in the Chatter building for times when it was necessary, I wanted a place where Clarissa, Troy, and I could put down roots. We were in the process of narrowing down a few choices. Turned out, it wasn’t easy convincing Clarissa that money wasn’t an issue. She couldn’t seem to grasp that concept.
“I heard they’re bringing up criminal charges on that old agent of yours,” Landon said when he appeared. He motioned toward the big screen television. “Just announced on the local news.”
“Let me get my hands on that little bastard,” Zeke grumbled. “The fucker deserves to become someone’s bitch for a little while.”
Yeah, Ken had wreaked quite a bit of havoc on my life. While I was still adamant he be brought up on criminal charges for hiring someone to break into Clarissa’s and Troy’s residences, I had already moved past it. The agency had opted for a settlement agreement rather than face me in court. I was donating that money to a couple of domestic abuse organizations here in Illinois and also in Texas. They needed the money a hell of a lot more than I did.
“Besides getting things up and runnin’ here,” Langston prompted, “what else do you have in the works?”
Taking a sip of my drink, I grinned. “You know me. I’ll sit back and take it easy for a while.”
Zeke barked a laugh. “Easy? Word is you’ll be directing a movie.”
“Directing?” Greg asked.
“And starring in,” Zeke added. “And it’s set right here in Chicago.”
Yeah. Just because my personal life had finally settled down, it didn’t mean I was. There were plenty of opportunities out there, and with Clarissa and Troy at my side, the sky was the limit.
Zeke
Later that night…
THIS WAS MY SAFE HAVEN.
This was where I fit in.
This was the one place I could go where I didn’t get wary eyes pinning me in place, curious as to whether I was going to do some serious damage.
I was used to those looks, the ones from strangers who weren’t sure what to do with the man who didn’t buy his clothes off the rack because even the big-and-tall store didn’t know how to outfit six foot eight inches, two hundred eighty pounds of solid muscle.
No, here in the club, I was the giant with a sadistic streak a mile wide, a Dominant every masochist hoped would look his or her way. I was the king in this particular realm, the man who wielded all the power.
And just like every other time I was in the club, I gauged the submissive pool, wondering which of these eager fuck toys would become my play thing for the evening. I would bring at least one to tears tonight, of that I had no doubt. It was my mission, my goal in life. I wanted to break them, to hear them beg and plead, tears streaming down their faces as I brutalized them the way they fantasized about.
Some people craved sugar. I craved doling out pain.
While they were prancing around in an attempt to catch my attention, I was trying to figure out which submissive could handle me. Even if only for a few minutes. Which one I wouldn’t cause irreparable damage.
I had yet to meet the one who could endure the darkest side of me. I figured one day I would find him, but I wasn’t holding my breath.
“Master Zeke?”
I turned to see a sweet little fluff of a girl with wild eyes and glossy lips, weighing in at a buck five soaking wet. I knew without asking what she wanted from me. This one wanted a firm hand, someone to smack her ass and make her beg for mercy while she giggled and pleaded for more. If I had to guess, she’d heard about me, knew the pain I ached to bestow, and she hoped to experience it for herself.
I knew her type. She was too soft, too sweet. No way would she allow me to have my way with her, to treat her like a piece of furniture, to manhandle her before I breached her virgin ass with my nine-inch cock. Hell, her ass wasn’t even as big as my fucking hand. I would likely fracture her if I attempted to spank her the way I needed.
She couldn’t handle me on her best fucking day.
