I didn't see Thalia and how she dressed or what she wore when she left. I was asleep while she was getting ready, and I woke up to an alarm and then a note from her saying to meet her at the club.

I thought we were going to go together but I guess not.

But shit, I didn't know I would get this hard from watching her spin on that fucking pole. Her black lingerie looked hot as fuck on her perfect tanned skin.

Shit.

I felt heat spread all throughout my body and then towards my cock making a tent grow in my pants, my bulge pressing against the zipper.

Then when she licked that fucking guy's neck, I wanted to kill him. I wanted to torture him and burn him alive while he prayed for mercy.

Little Thalia isn't so little anymore.

God, and when I saw her naked body the other day, I wanted to just shut the damn door and take her then and there but then I heard that kid, Cameron on the other side of the phone making me feel pissed off that she was talking to him, while naked as well.

I clench my fists tighter and stand up from the chair I was sitting on at the same time that shithead Draco stands up.

Draco is the guy we are supposed to kill tonight. Hopefully, when I kill him that will relieve some kind of tension in my body because right now, I am hard as shit, and I can’t concentrate on anything.

I was hoping that girl on my lap would relieve me or suck me off but right when I saw Thalia walk on stage, that all went out the window. Now I only want her, and I intend to get that tonight or at least some part of her because I am fucking done with this shit.

I'm acting like a fucking horny ass twelve-year-old boy who just searched up on the internet how boobs looked.

And all because of Thalia fucking De Luca.

I walk to the bar which is also near the private rooms. I see Draco walking towards the guy in front of the hallway.

"Straight whiskey," I state to the bartender while staring at Draco and listening in on his conversation.

"I want to order a private dance."

Horny fucker.

But I mean who wouldn't be horny while staring at Thalia, I get a hard-on every day I am around her.

"With whom?" the man blocking the hallway says.

He is probably the room manager or something.

"The brunette on stage from just a few minutes ago. She was wearing black lingerie and her hair was curled."

"Anastasia Alexei?" the room manager says, and Draco nods his head. "Name?"

"Draco Babine."

He better not fucking touch her.

"Straight whiskey,” the bartender says while giving me my drink.

I grab my drink while still listening to what they are saying.