She snatched the card out of his hand. “This is mine.”
Paul pushed her. The anger she’d only seen once before was unleashed. She dodged his hands moving away. The slap to the face caught her off guard. In no time at all, he pinned her against the sofa, his foul breath on her face. She screamed, and he covered her mouth.
“Do you really think you’re better than me? No man would want you. I took you in because no one else wanted you.”
Ursula thought about Stephen. It was time to make that phone call. She wished she hadn’t left before talking to him properly. Using all of her strength she pushed Paul off her, running into her room and locking herself in the bedroom. Her hands were shaking, but she managed to dial his house number. When no one answered she growled in frustration. She glanced at the door when she heard Paul kicking and yelling at her.
She dialled Stephen’s mobile number praying for him to pick up.
****
Stephen watched her leave. He’d upset her, and he hated to see her hurt when he’d been the one to cause it. Introducing her to the others hadn’t entered his mind. The moment he saw her standing there in front of him, he’d been a goner. In her winter clothes, she looked so adorable. The image of her na**d had struck him making him jealous, watching the other men in case they were thinking the same thing.
“You never told us you had a new house cleaner,” Cadeon said.
“I didn’t realise whom I employed was any of your business.” His hands fisted as he thought about these men lusting after his woman.
His woman?
Where the hell had that come from? Ursula wasn’t his woman. She never would be. He didn’t want her that way.
Stephen shook his head in an attempt to rid the thoughts from his mind. The rest of the men were smirking at him. “Can we just get back to the problems at hand?” He listened with half an ear while the other thought about the revelations going through his mind. The way he touched her wasn’t appropriate as a simple employer/employee relationship. Licking his lips, he recalled the feel of her full, lush body in his arms, the buds of her ni**les pressing against his chest. His dick began to swell in his pants at the thought of Ursula and her body. Would her ni**les be small or large? Red or brown? Sensitive? Did she like to be nibbled or sucked?
Running his fingers through his hair, he forced himself to pay attention. The news they’d been able to gather wasn’t great. Rebecca remained safe inside her home. The doctor’s visits were being monitored with extra care along with the people who called at her house. His call to James at club Ravage had been held with caution. The other owner agreed to keep in touch with regards to the Black situation. Apparently Lloyd Black’s son had been banned after getting too heavy with a sub.
Stephen was tired of dealing with the crap at the club. Why couldn’t he go back to having a drink while he watched the singers on stage?
You wouldn’t have Ursula if it went back to normal. You hated your life until she entered your world.
When they left to go to the club, Stephen was thankful for the reprieve. He drove himself wanting to get home alone. Relying on a driver to take him everywhere was starting to wear thin.
They all entered through the front. The new doorman greeted them. Stephen hadn’t learnt his name yet. He kept his jacket on, going straight through to his main desk to check on business. There were a few checks he needed to cash and bills that needed to be paid. He phoned through the usual payments for electricity and food. When the bills were sorted, he checked through the rotas and then set in motion their pay-checks before he left. His father had told him to make sure the club was kept in pristine condition at all times. He might not feel like his father about women, but he would certainly adhere to his wishes.
He’d seen so many couples pass through the doors who looked exactly as his father described them. Possessive.
“Son, they want a place where they know their women will be left alone. To be around like-minded men who feel the same way about their women.”
“But don’t all men love their women like that?”
“We all deal with things differently, Stephen. One day you’ll meet a woman and know what I mean.”
Stephen recalled one of the many conversations he’d had with his father. His biggest regret was not giving his father what he wanted the most, grandchildren. No woman had been worth taking home to his parents.
He switched the light off, then locked the door. Cadeon and the others were in the bar room. A different singer was up on stage entertaining. Stephen didn’t recognise her. Lucas must have employed her. He noticed all the men were drinking coffee, and a glass of whiskey was waiting for him. Stephen stopped at the bar to order a coffee before sitting down with the rest of the men. They stared at his coffee then at him.
“What?” he asked.
“She’s changing you, and you don’t even know it,” Tate said.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He sipped the coffee ignoring their stares. Ursula had never complained about his drinking. She’d told him on many occasions that he didn’t need to waste his life in the bottom of a bottle. He was going to cut down before she entered his life. Stephen refused to believe she was responsible for the change inside him. He checked the time on his watch, surprised to see it was past ten.
He wondered what Ursula was doing. Would she be sleeping by her jerk-ass boyfriend?
Stop thinking this shit. She’s not yours.
I don’t want her to be mine.
No? Then why are you thinking about her?
“Hey, Stephen. When are you taking a woman to Ravage to share?” Sean asked.
He glared at all of them. The thought of another man touching Ursula sent the blood pounding through his veins. No man would touch her except him.
She isn’t yours.
But she’s going to be.
At the last thought, the demon inside him began to calm down. He couldn’t describe what was happening. Seeing her with someone else would set him off. He knew it.
“You know, Ursula is one hot woman. Did you see the size of her tits?” Tate said.
Stephen clenched his hands around the cup holding his coffee. None of them were allowed to look at her body.
“I bet she’d be one wild ride in the bedroom. She must have a nice, tight pu**y. She doesn’t look like the kind of woman to let too many men close.”
The anger went to boiling point inside him. His whole body was shaking. They would not talk about Ursula like that. Didn’t they have any respect? He noticed Cadeon hadn’t spoken. Cadeon’s stare was pissing Stephen off.