Dance For Me

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*Corbyn POV*

I place my hand on Cassidy's back as we stand outside the back of my club. It'll be her first time back, and I'm an asshole for pretty much forcing her to be here.

I was worried about leaving her home alone, because her mental state hasn't gotten much better. I needed to fill out paper work and I will try to get us out of here as soon as I can but for now, she'll hangout in my office with me.

"Are you ready?" I take Cass out of her daze of staring at the back of the club

"Yeah, sorry" She forces a smile before walking towards the back doors

"If it gets too much for you, just say the word and we'll go home" I have to let her know the option stands, if she can't handle being here, I'm able to do most of my work at home.

"Just, please don't call me Dove" She whispers lightly as I scan my key card that opens the back door.

"Of course, baby girl, don't worry"

I know Anthony only called her Dove, it's probably triggering to hear that word now, to be called that.

Cassidy pulls the hood up on her black sweater and pulls at the strings, tightening the hood around her face as we enter the club. I place my hand on her back, guiding her through the club as she keeps her head down, not wanting to be seen.

"Hey Corbs, hi Cass" I nod towards Daniel behind the bar in the VIP section. Cassidy doesn't acknowledge him, it almost makes me laugh.

"I'll meet you there, give me a minute" I whisper down to Cassidy, who nods, quickly scurrying to my office

I walk towards Daniel at the bar, immediately tapping my short nails on the marble top. He raises an eyebrow towards me as he slides someone their beer.

"What's up?" Daniel pulls up my usual whiskey and a short glass

"Get Dakota here, send him to the basement, I want to have a word with him" Daniel tilts his head to the right, but grabs his phone after he slides over my whiskey.

"Should I be worried?" He chuckles lightly as he places his phone to his ear.

"Maybe" I call out

I walk to my office hallway and I find Cassidy leaning on the bathroom door. I squint my eyes, wondering why she's out here.

"The door is unlocked, baby" I kiss her cheek while trying to open the door without spilling my whiskey.

"Oh.." The tone in her voice lets me know that she knew it was unlocked, she was just afraid to step in alone.

Last time she was in my office, the floor was flooded of whiskey and I laughed in her face, this time, everything looks the same as it once did. Books fill the shelves, my desk is neatly organized and I even hung a picture.

"Really?" Cassidy shakes her head with a smile as she glances at the picture hung behind my desk.

I look at the large black and white photo of Cassidy's ass in my bed. The photo, giving no indication on who it is, cuts off at her thighs and the middle of her back. She's in a lace black thong, with her tattoo giving the picture more appeal. With her permission, of course, I asked the take the photo, moments before I flipped her over and devoured her core.

"It gives my office a homey feel" I smirk, walking around my desk to my chair.

I place my whiskey beside my laptop and open it, ready to get as much work done as I can. As my laptop loads up, I watch Cassidy stare at the books on my shelf, running her fingers along the spines. She hasn't taken a seat yet, she hasn't even looked at the chairs.