Free Chasing Paradise (Chasing Series #3) by Pamela Ann

bottle before giving me a nasty look. “It’s a fantastic union, wouldn’t you agree? Who wouldn’t want a wife who’s more than accommodating to their needs?”
     
    Clive ordered another woman to join Toby’s dancer. “Come now, love. Poor bloke here is about to get married to a woman who allows him to have some kink on the side.” Clive grinned. “Show me where you find these women, will you? I might need to find one once my parents start pressing the bloody subject.” Clive stood up, clearing his throat. “All right, fellas. I will be back in a jiffy. I have a show to attend to.”
     
    “ I will be, too, mate,” Toby slurred his words while his dancers led him to a darkened room.
     
    It was sad to see the once easygoing man turned into this. Lucy had destroyed him. It would’ve been fair if he’d truly done something awful, but he hadn’t. Now, my best friend was barely making it, drowning in his sorrows as he slowly accepted his fate; that he had to let go of his dreams of being with Lucy again because it wasn’t in the cards anymore.
     
    “ More cognac, sir?” a bright-eyed, innocent looking girl, probably in her early twenties asked me expectantly.
     
    I directed her a curt nod. “Yes, thank you.”
     
    After she expertly poured me a glass, she sat next to me. “Is there anything else I can service for you, sir?”
     
    Bloody. Mary. Do not even think of going to that direction, you stupid fool, I chided myself. “I’m fine. I think I should head out. I’m coming down with a headache.”
     
    Before I could even manage to stand, the girl was pasted onto me, hands massaging the back of my neck. “How am I doing easing your tension, sir?” She obviously had some training because she was on cue with the pressure points.
     
    Hell, it was sublime after my stressful night. “You’re quite gifted, aren’t you?” I joked, but realized too late what those words would mean to her.
     
    “ I am that. I’m excellent in other areas as well,” she added, every syllable loaded with innuendo.
     
    This was fun and all, however Sienna would have my balls on a plate if it went on any further. “Thank you, but I have to go.” I took hold of her hands and placed them on her lap. “Tell the men at this table that I am heading out.”
     
    She blatantly rubbed my thighs. “You don’t have to leave. You’re the most interesting person here tonight and it is still early. Who knows what other pleasures you might indulge in?” When she said indulge , she brazenly stroked my hardened shaft.
     
    It had been in that condition since Sienna rejected me earlier and continued to show no sign of going away. This persistent girl was going to get me in trouble, but fucking Christ, her hand felt damn good. Clearing my throat, I wretchedly stood up and shifted my pants to hide my dire condition. “Have a great evening,” I gritted out before leaving the pleading girl and the entire damnable place.
     
    Being a reckless driver wasn’t really big on me, yet tonight, I tested the car’s capacity to the hilt while I weaved through the early morning traffic. When I got home, the flat was dark and quiet. Striding towards our bedroom as I yanked my suit off, I was halted mid-step in the hallway.
     
    “ Where the fuck have you been? It’s three in the morning!” Sienna screeched, on fire as she charged towards me.
     
    Drunk and exhausted, I only craved sleep. Fighting with her, I could do without. “Toby had a last minute bachelor’s party. They called me on my way out.” I walked past her, not wanting to provoke her any longer.
     
    She gasped loudly before following me inside my side of the walk-in closet. “Did you have sex?” she questioned accusingly.
     
    The headache was now a migraine, throbbing and ready to explode. “I’m tired, Sienna. We’ll speak tomorrow.”
     
    Sienna folded her arms, unyielding. “I’m not letting you get in bed unless you tell me what the hell you’ve been doing