“Nah. In high school, I thought I wanted to be a truck driver. Then by the end, I knew I wanted to run my own business, but I didn’t have a clue how. I went to college for a year on a business degree, but fuckin’ hated it. I got out, went from job to job, and then met State and Country one night out where I used to serve drinks. There was a fight. They had each other’s backs, but I lent a helpin’ hand because I knew they hadn’t started it and were outnumbered. This was before the other brothers could get there and help. I was intrigued by the brotherhood. I had friends, but no one I could depend on to have my back like that. I had Lucas, but we weren’t so close. Not like we are now. Before State and Country could leave, I approached them, askin’ what it took to get into the club. Country patted me on the back and said I’d proved all I had to that night. I became a prospect.” I smiled at Kylo. “Did all the shit jobs until I was a full member. It was then I spoke to them about runnin’ our own business of pussy. With enough willin’ women in the club, they might as well get paid for it.” I shrugged. “It took off from there, and not once have I regretted my decisions.” I took a sip and looked at him. “When I make my mind up about somethin’, I make sure it happens, to get what I want.”

Did he understand what I was saying?

By the way he swallowed slowly and how his chest rose and fell quickly, I reckoned he did.

“Things happen for a reason,” I said.

He hummed under his breath. “I guess they do, but some things that happen shouldn’t, and it needs to stop.”

Was he trying to say we needed to stop?

There was no way in hell. I hadn’t felt this fucking comfortable on a damn date before. Christ, I hadn’t really been on a date. I fucked women, but that was it. We hooked up for sex. I didn’t take them places like I wanted to with him.

This wasn’t stopping. He’d learn that soon.

“I don’t agree” was all I said. “What about you? Did you always want to be a male escort?” I wouldn’t call it a hooker because he wasn’t one, not since he didn’t sleep with his clients. And if I had anything to do with it, which thank fuck I did, he wouldn’t be sleeping with a client ever.

Kylo laughed before frowning. I had a feeling he wanted to stay on the conversation of how things shouldn’t happen, but too bad. I wouldn’t have it as he’d just keep thinking this was all wrong. I would prove to him eventually that women didn’t matter to me when all I could think about was him. I had the lust part down. Now I wanted to get to know the man better.