“You don’t need to worry about Rebecca. She’s our responsibility,” Tate said.
“I’ll always feel responsible for her until you claim her in marriage or something. I should have protected her in my club. I didn’t.” Stephen knew he’d made a mistake. Rebecca was a woman who needed protection, and Ursula was his main responsibility.
Cadeon flicked through the photos. Tate and Kevin came to look at each one. The photo in question was taken round the back of Rebecca’s house. He knew from Cadeon she was trying to deal with her fear of going outside. She stood in the open doorway trying to take a step outside.
There were curses round the room. “Whoever this is knows about the club and Rebecca’s connection to it,” James said.
The tension in the room could be cut with a knife.
“All the other photos are taken in public places. This is direct. Not many people know about Rebecca,” Stephen said.
“The only people who know about Rebecca are the people in this room and two other people,” James said. His back was to them as he stared out of the window. All Stephen saw was the other man’s reflection. “The only two men who know about Rebecca are Lloyd Black and his son, Eugene Black.”
“There is no way that little f**ker can do something like this,” Sean said. “He hasn’t got a f**king brain cell inside his head.”
“Never underestimate him. Eugene had a knack for being silent. He was probably more involved in both clubs than we realise,” James said, turning round to them.
Stephen sat back thinking about everything that had happened. “Any news on the son?”
“Nope.”
“We need to find Eugene, and until then I want more security on the women. Talk to the members of your club and warn them to keep their women safe,” Stephen said. “Also, I need some time alone with Ursula. So I want you guys to get out of my home.”
Several minutes later they exited the study. More guests had left. Ursula stood with Violet. They were talking, but each of them faced the study. Violet went to Cadeon immediately. Ursula stayed where she sat. The uncertainty on her face upset Stephen. Stephen went to her, taking her hand to help her stand.
“I think it’s time to make the guests leave,” he said.
“I’ll let you tell them to leave. I’ve already done as much as I can. I’ll see the waiters out.” She moved away from him. He watched her go, her ass catching his gaze as it swayed from side to side.
The guests left, leaving a fuming Ursula waiting for him. He accepted what he’d refused to believe up until that point. There was no way he could deny the hunger inside him to possess her and claim her as his own. The feelings were growing every day. He couldn’t believe he’d been so stupid to ignore them up to this point. He closed the door to see her a few feet away from him.
“I worked my ass off for this little party of yours, which you demanded that I organise and attend months ago. Considering I don’t have that silver spoon we mentioned earlier, I thought I’d done a great job. Why did you have to f**k it up?” She was angry, her hands on her waist. He saw the glint of the necklace, and his temper calmed. “First, you sulked off into your study, which was plain rude. Then you attack two of your friends drawing attention to yourself. There was yelling from inside the study. Do you have any idea what that was like?”
“I made a mistake. I’m sorry.” He moved closer to her.
They were alone. The men were gone. Ursula was all his.
“No, you don’t get to look at me like that. I’m angry at you. You were unfair.”
Stephen walked slowly towards her. She looked so f**king tempting in the red dress. He knew what lay underneath, and he wanted her. He wanted her large tits in his hands and his c**k inside her cunt. The need to hear her screaming his name as he pounded inside her pu**y was taking over.
“Would you stop? I’m not going to let you off that easy.”
“I’m sorry,” he said. He took another step closer. “I didn’t like Lucas or Sean being that close to you.”
“They’re your friends.”
“Being my friends doesn’t mean I trust them.”
“That’s stupid.” She took a step back when she clearly noticed him advancing on her. “We wouldn’t have done anything,” she said.
“I know you wouldn’t have done anything. I don’t know about the other two.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked. Another step taken and another step back. He knew in a few more steps her back would hit the wall. She would have nowhere else to go, and she would be all his.
“You’re a sexy woman, Ursula. You’re smart and funny.”
“I clean houses to make a living, Stephen.”
“Not anymore,” he said. She took another step back, and then her back hit the wall. He smiled as he made the last step closing all the distance between them.
“That doesn’t change who I am,” she said.
“Lucas works for me. He doesn’t have money. Everything he’s got has been earned through hard work and time.”
She nodded her head. “I wouldn’t have let them put a finger on me.”
“Weren’t you tempted?” He knew she wasn’t. The men had cooked up a plan to try to get him admit the man he was. The plan worked better than he thought possible.
“Never.”
Stephen stroked a curl. “Everyone has gone.”
“I know.” He caressed her cheek enjoying the smoothness of her skin against his knuckles. “I don’t like sharing you.”
“You don’t have a choice.”
“Yes, I do. I don’t want you alone with another man again.”
“Stephen, you can’t control the people I work with or go to college with.” She held onto his hands where they cupped her cheeks.
He tilted her head back to gaze into her gray eyes. “You never have to go to college again or think about work.” Stephen knew she wouldn’t take the offer. Ursula wasn’t made to be a kept woman.
“I can’t do that. I like studying, and there will come a point where I’ll want to work.” She moaned as he stroked the back of her neck. He needed to touch na**d flesh. Stephen found her zipper and eased it down. He touched her back making both of them moan. “I can’t think when you do that.”
“Then don’t think.” He eased the dress off her shoulder and followed the dress down until it lay on the floor. Kneeling in front of her, he gazed up at her body. The heels she wore were sexy as hell, curving her calves, but he’d rather have her legs wrapped around his waist instead of encased in the shoes.