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  And the way he was looking at Summer just now, it twisted my heart into a guilt that hit me hard. It was the look of a man who was in awe of a woman, a man who was clearly enamored by her.

  “Nat,” I asked. “Have you eaten dinner? Do you need anything? We should pay for your stay here. I’ll take care of everything.” I went over to my wallet and was going to pull out some cash, when I felt a hand on my hand.

  “No, Drew,” Nat said. “Keep it. I’m fine. Everything is taken care of.”

  “Are you sure?” I asked, knowing that a suite at the Blue Meridien was steep.

  Nat smiled. “I’m sure. I did pretty well over the years, and believe me, I’m not starving.”

  “Then let us at least buy you dinner. I’m sure Summer would like for you to join us for dinner,” I said.

  Nat looked over at Summer and nodded. “I would love to, but I can’t. I have to meet someone tonight, and I’m afraid it would take all night. Go, have fun, and enjoy yourselves before the big day. I’ll see you at the Reception Dinner.”

  Summer stepped up and put a hand on Nat before he left. “Nat, about the wedding dress…you really shouldn’t have. It’s too much, and besides, it’s not necessary.”

  Nat looked confused at first but then he laughed. “No, Summer, it was necessary. It’s my gift to you. Think of it as a big brother gift to you. I know you have almost all you need so getting you that dress is the one thing I can give you for now.” He reached out and touched her cheeks tenderly with his fingers. “I want you to have it, Summer. Please don’t refuse me.”

  I swear to God, Summer blushed. “Alright,” she said. “I’ll keep it. But don’t go buying anyone else a wedding dress, I might begin to think I’m not that special to you.”

  Nat chuckled. “There is no way anyone could be more precious to me than you, Summer. After all, you’re my Perfect Summer.”

  Summer looked down and giggled. Giggled. I could not believe my fiancée was acting like a blushing schoolgirl around my long lost older brother.

  “Well, I better go,” Nat said. He kissed Summer on the top of her head and left as quickly as he blew in.

  “Nat’s back,” Summer smiled widely as in a daze.

  “Yup, he is,” I said, neither too happy nor too grumpily.

  It was how I was feeling at the moment. Nat was back into our lives in less than a day, and already there was the familiar sense of insecurity, that tension I always felt when he was in the same room with Summer and I. He was Summer’s first crush, first love, and even first time…although I was the one engaged to Summer, why did I feel as though Nat was winning?

  Chapter 7

  Nat

  I couldn’t get the sight of Summer’s perfect bare derriere sticking up in the air with her wetness staring at me from where I stood at the doorway, out of my mind.

  Why did I have to see her in that way before she would get married to my good for nothing little brother? Why did she have to look even better, prettier, sexier, and more curvaceous then she was at 18? Yes, so Drew was naked right up against her, and at that moment, going full on bucking against her. But she was still naked, writhing in ecstasy, and looking so damn hot. I saw them climax before they noticed me charging down the door to their suite. It was the most erotic thing I’ve seen in years.

  So I’m a pig. I can’t stop thinking about her lush wetness. How I used to lick her there and eat her out when I used to fly down on the private Donovan Dynamics jet while in college back in San Francisco to Malibu to visit her for the weekend. She was my girl then. My luscious beautiful girl. I couldn’t get enough of her back then, was so much in love with her, that she was all I thought about, all I cared about.

  I shook my head. Just thinking about it was getting me distracted from my mission tonight. I checked out of my room and headed to my red Ferrari in the valet area. The valet pulled up and I handed him a tip, before slipping into my car. I felt the leather upholstery with my hands, enjoying the soft buttery leather.

  It was good to be back in Los Angeles where I’ve lived off and on throughout the years under a different name. With my red Ferrari, designer wardrobe, and bad boy billionaire bachelor forever image; no one would guess I was the former nerd hacker Nat Donovan. Most people in Los Angeles knew me under a different name.

  Andrew Hockings Knight. I was a distant cousin to the famous rock princess Never (Neve) Knight, lead singer of the hit band, The Never Knights. Neve, who was the daughter of punk rock legend Keith Knight was also dating Danny Blue, her guitarist who happened to be the son and heir to the massive hospitality billionaire Clarence Blue. Danny was a success in his own right, having finished his doctorate in Music and forging a music career, only to find out he had to suddenly take over his father’s empire. He was the same age as I was, both in our late 20s; and had many things in common. That was why he was one of the very few friends I had in Los Angeles.

  Thanks to my association with Neve Knight, I was able to get the Presidential Suit at the Blue Meridien at a moment’s notice. And thanks to my friendship with Danny Blue, I was able to get into the Blue Room, an exclusive gentlemen’s club of the highest membership, without having to become a member. For tonight, I needed to be at one of these Blues properties. It seemed that one of the persons I was trailing was fond of staying at a Blue Hospitality property, and my intel told me, he was be staying at either property tonight.

  Danny handed me a VIP card for complimentary drinks at the Club.

  “I know you’re undercover and close to family,” Danny said, “So, enjoy the club and the Towers tonight for free. And if you hear of something, anything that the girls say or rather the staff says about this place, let me know. There seemed to be some discord amongst the employees these days, and I kinda need someone to be my eyes and ears for me on this. I have an inside person acting as a patron at the moment as well, but I don’t think he could cover much being just one person so I need all the help that I can.”

  “Great, Danny,” I said. “So tonight, I’ll be like a regular new patron. Got anyone in particular whom you’d want me to question?” I asked.

  “There is one of the Blue Girls…she’s got brunette hair, green eyes and really pretty, of course. I suspect she’s breaking the rule of carrying on a relationship with a man outside the Blue Room. It can become complicated when that happens. I hate dealing with things like this, personnel issues.” Danny almost looked disgusted.

  I wonder why he was. He owned the place so why would he feel disgusted with sending one of the girls to me, as a patron of the club?

  “Something wrong?” I asked.

  “Nah,” Danny said, “This really isn’t my thing, inheriting a gentleman’s club of all things, from my comatosed father. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a prude or anything since Neve and I have an amazing chemistry and sex and everything, but actually running a place where it’s unspoken what these men are here for, etc. etc. isn’t my thing.”

  “But you’ve inherited it,” I said so you have to deal with it.”

  “Precisely,” Danny said. “And lucky for me, you’re a friend who fit the type of patron who frequents this place – handsome, in great shape, values their privacy, is either very famous and or wealthy that they need confidentiality agreements signed with all of the girls and staff, and are more or less billionaires.”

  I laughed. “Sounds like a lot of crock to me, but then again, I’ve been humbled in my youth, before I became a billionaire in my own right. Helped build up an empire with my father only to be disowned, and then having to build that up again.”

  “I know that feeling. I was almost disowned by mine, the legendary playboy billionaire Clarence Blue, but he came around, brought me back to the family, and handed me his empire, complete with a billionaire’s fantasy sex playground, the Blue Room.”

  “We sure did not have the most fatherly of fathers, did we?” I said.

  “No,” Danny said, “But we’re doing the best we can.”

  “Absolutel
y,” I said. “Now if you will show me to my room…”

  Danny walked me across the garden area outside of the nightclub portion of The Blue Room, to the magnificent blue-tinted glass and chrome building next to it, the Blue Towers, a five-diamond level luxury hotel that was attached to it. “I’ll let Mrs. Walters, know.”

  Danny left, and a chic elegant older woman, who looked like she could have been a model when she was younger, walked up to me. “Mr. Knight?” She extended her hand. “I’m Mrs. Walters. I’d show you to your room.”

  She walked me to the elevators and up to one of the top suites. She handed me a key card and said, “Brandi will be with you shortly.”

  “Brandi?” I asked, cocking my eyebrows. Sounded like a stage name if there ever was.

  “Yes,” Mrs. Walters said. “Her name’s Brandi, and for all purposes of privacy and so that our patrons are protected, you will be Mr. T today.”

  “I pity the fool,” I said, joking with her. From the stern and blank expression on her face, I assume the joke was lost on her.

  “Brandi can explain the rules, since you’re a new client, and if there is anything you need, just pick up the phone and let us know. We aim to please.” She smiled.

  “I bet you do,” I said after she closed the door. I was on the job, but I felt playful, a little lighter than usual. Alright, a lot lighter than usual. I haven’t felt this cheerful in a long time.

  It must be the Summer effect.

  Being around her made you happy.

  It was so different than the Drew Effect.

  I had to admit, being around Drew made me laugh sometimes too. Only the Drew Effect was stronger on women. He always had an effect on women as a teen. I wonder if he still did.

  It was good seeing Summer and Drew again. I couldn’t deny how great it felt to see how they’ve grown. It made it the more worthwhile for me to carry out my mission.

  A second later, there was a knock on the door. “That was quick,” I said, opening it.

  The brunette girl who stood before me in her slinky black lingerie gown raked her hazel eyes over my body and then my face. “You’re a handsome one, Mr. T,” she said, walking into the room. “I know I’m going to enjoy getting to know you.”

  I smiled a wicked smile that usually get a woman’s entire body into the mood. “I was having second thoughts about joining the club, but then you walked through the door.” She was pretty, for sure, and sexy, but I didn’t like the idea of having to pay for sex. High end or not. I never did, although this wasn’t technically a place for it, just a place for companionship and escort service.

  “So, Mr. T,” she licked her lips. “What are you in the mood for today?”

  She came over to me and began unbuttoning my shirt, loosening up my tie, and pushing me onto the bed that was in the room.

  After seeing Summer’s bare ass and sex exposed to me the way she did, I could feel myself growing hard.

  “You seem to like what I’m doing to you,” Brandi said, running her hands up and down my bare chest.

  “Well, I couldn’t argue with you there,” I said. I flipped her over to her back and straddled her hips, pinning her wrists above her with one hand. “Do you like things rough?” I asked.

  For a fleeting second, she looked frightened until I loosened up her wrist. “I apologize, Brandi,” I said. “I was just overcome by your beauty and sensuality. I like to be in control when we have sex, and…”

  “Oh, so you’re into that,” she smiled. “I like playing those roles. It’s pretty fun when you know who you’re with.”

  “And you trust me enough to play those roles with me?” I asked.

  “If you’re a patron here, I do,” she said. “Everyone’s screened.”

  “Everyone? How about the some guy who just wants to get into your pants because you’re this drop dead gorgeous woman he sees at the bar in the Blue Room?” I asked.

  “I only play along with men who are members of this club, not anyone who just walks in and orders a drink,” she said. “I’m not some kind of cheap streetwalker out to make enough blowing a guy just for drug money,” she said, angrily. “We Blue Girls are considered the class of the billionaire gentlemen club world. We’re kept to a healthy and regimented beauty routine…are given classes, and a lot more. It’s a pretty good place for girls who just want an opportunity for something better…”

  “I’m well aware of that, sweetheart,” I said, noting all that for Danny’s sake. “That’s why I’m here as a patron at the Blue Room. I wouldn’t want just anyone to touch me. And if you do patronize with lowlife’s outside of the Blue Room would your boss here know?”

  “We’re tested,” Brandi said, glaring daggers at me. “Plus every man I blow or have any contact with is a patron. I’m trying to set myself up for bigger things, you know, so I don’t go for anyone who isn’t a patron.”

  “A billionaire, you mean,” I said goading her, working on her anger so she would spill some valuable information I needed. “So you only go for billionaires, just for the money. That’s all? Do you go for princes? Politicians? Crime lord who made so much they could afford you?” I bent down and placed my mouth at her breast where her nipples had hardened underneath her thin gown. I took her nipple into my mouth, teasing her with my teeth. Then I bit gently. She moaned. She seemed to like it when I’m acting tough. “You like men who are dangerous?” I asked.

  “Sometimes,” she said. “I’ve had all kinds, but the one who really gets me excited are the dangerous ones.”

  “Like a crime boss,” I said. “Even with some kind of foreign accent that you find sexy and sophisticated.”

  “Oh, you seem to know my favorite type,” she said smiling.

  I tore down her gown until she was naked beneath me and I took her other nipple into my mouth, teasing her with my tongue and looking into her eyes. “Does your crime lord like to suck on your nipples like this?” I lapped her breasts, then used my teeth to lightly scrape across each nipple, making Brandi moan and arch her back.

  “No, not quite like that. He likes to pinch them hard and then slap them. Then when my breasts are red from the slapping, he would cool them down with his tongue. Oh, he really knows how to give it to me, my Mr. F.” She laughed as I fingered her below, causing her to buckle under me. “I used to call him Mr. Fuck Me since he didn’t waste any time getting down to business.”

  “A woman like you seem insatiable.” I said, ramming my fingers deep into her while using my thumb to make her shudder. She was on the brink of coming.

  “I definitely want more of this,” she cried.

  “So you have to have Mr. Fuck Me’s cock in you as much as you can?” I smiled, increasing my finger thrusting.

  “As much as I can. I would try to see him outside of The Blue Room, even when he’s not a patron. Every time he came into town, we would meet up, and we would fuck like two crazy kids.”

  “You are like this attached to all your patrons?” I asked stroking her pulsing clit.

  “Oh, that feels so good,” Brandi said, clenching her teeth. “No, just Mr. Fuck Me. He was special. I was his girl.” She smiled.

  “You still see him often?” I asked.

  “Not for a while. He’s been abroad, some business dealings he had to solve, but today…” she grinned happily. “I heard from him. He’s going to see me. He’s back in town.”

  “Is he going to be a patron here?” I asked, acting a bit jealous. “Because I’m not sharing you with anyone today,” I said. I bent down to take her clit into my mouth and sucked hard on it, causing her to close her eyes.

  “I want you to continue doing that to me,” she said. “I can see him another time. He’s not a patron tonight, but I was planning on sneaking out to see him after I’m done here.”

  “Oh,” I said, acting dejected. “After you’re done here? You’re not enjoying what I’m doing?”

  “I love it, Mr. T,” she said enthusiastically, “It’s just that Mr. Fuck Me and I…we’re lo
vers and well, when he’s in town, he comes first over work.”

  I smiled and continued pumping her with my fingers, thrusting in and out of her until she was screaming as waves of pleasure whacked her body. After she came, I kissed her on her forehead and said, “Thank you Brandi, I love hearing you scream and taking over your body just now. You are perfection.”

  She smiled, and looked down my crotch where I was not hard. I couldn’t even get hard, thinking this body was constantly fucked by a despicable man like Mr. Fuck Me or AKA the Dragon…a man who was one of the worst and most dangerous bosses in the crime ring. The man who made me a target of his revenge, and the man who would stop at nothing to get to any woman I loved.

  “I’ll gladly reciprocate,” Brandi said, looking hungrily at my crotch again.

  “No” I stood up, handed Brandi her gown, and tidied up. “I get a kick out of seeing beautiful women have orgasms by my hand,” I said “It makes me happy,” I grinned a great big grin.

  Brandi looked shock at first and then laughed. “You’re every woman’s dream man, then,” she said. “I hope I get to see you again for a next session soon.”

  “I do too,” I said, hurrying out of the room, but came right back in as though I’ve forgotten something. “Oh, by the way,” I said. “How are you liking it here at the Blue Room? Any complaints? Anyone you see complaining? Is it a great environment to work in?”

  “I love it here,” Brandi said. “No complaints from me.”

  “Just checking,” I said, remembering that I had to tell Danny about any gossip or complaints regarding The Blue Room. I always honor my deals with a friend.

  When I walked out of my room at The Blue Towers, I went straight to the front desk and reserved a room for the night. “Particularly close to Room T100,” I said, referring to the room I was just in with Brandi.