Mr. Wright Now

Chapter Six

Kade

Every time I walked into my bathroom, I felt a little like a God, and right now was no exception. I'd just been inside a firecracker of a woman. I'd made her come for me multiple times tonight, and I could already feel my cock throbbing with the need to do it again. Hell, every man in the club had stared at her with longing in his eyes – but I was the man who took her home. I was the man who had her in my bed, panting and crying out beneath me. Yeah, to say I felt like a God was pretty damn accurate.

But what had me feeling like a King daily was the view I appreciated from my bathroom. The wall that stood behind the dual sink vanity was made entirely of glass. It looked down over the sparkling city of Las Vegas. Hell, I could even see the dancing Bellagio fountains from where I stood every day in my bathroom. I was a damn lucky man.

This view, every day, reminded me that I was alive. The pulsing city in all its glitz and glamour refused to allow my mind to escape within the numbing comfort of nothingness. It was partly why I allowed Allie to drag me here when everything happened at home and I needed a place to escape to. At first, I'd fought Vegas. But truth be told, Vegas was the perfect amount of numbing and stimulation that I needed to just – breathe. Odd, that it was the city of party and lights where I found peace and calming.

Turning the bathroom light on low, I reached down to tug the condom from my cock when I noticed, with a stuttering heart, the tinge of red coating the rubber.

The fuck...

I lifted my head and saw myself in the reflection of the mirror that stood raised between the two sinks. I was pale.

My blood chilled with realization that was followed by a stinging kind of rage. There was no fucking way – the woman I'd just fucked – could have been a...

"Fuck me." I breathed as I tore the condom from my now limp cock. If there was something that could have ruined my sex drive, that was definitely it.

Tossing the condom into the trash, I leaned into the vanity and tried to regulate my breathing. I had half a mind to whirl back into the bedroom and demand what the fuck she'd been thinking. Why the fuck hadn't she told me? I would have fucked her still – I think. I mean, it was her choice and she'd been looking for someone to scratch that itch all damn night. If it hadn't been me it would have been someone else. The thought alone made my fingers curl over the lip of the counter as a rage so pure and unfamiliar fired through my veins as quick and infectious as poison. It contaminated – everything inside me.

Pushing myself from the vanity, I ran my fingers through my hair as I tried to keep my mind from spiraling out of control. Why the fuck hadn't she told me?

Obviously, I had issues with being lied to. I couldn't handle that shit in my life anymore. I'd been living with it since I was a child, and I'd made the decision when I was twenty-seven to walk away from all that shit. Now that I was thirty-one, I refused, above all else, to allow that kind of hell into my life again.

Why the fuck hadn't she told me?

Just then, the poison died as ice chased its heat from my veins. I froze in the center of the bathroom as our conversation came back to me.

I'd been laughing up at her as she blushed furiously, her uncertain hands gripping my chest for balance as I pulled her to straddle my chest. "You've never done this before, have you?"

She'd stiffened then – her entire body had gone tense and her eyes had opened wide as her delicate red lips parted. Then she shook her head, replying breathily. "No. You're my first."