Uncomplicated: A Vegas Girl's Tale Read Free

brown eyes made my stomach clench. “Of course. That’s the reason I moved here. Next question,” I barked.
    Lights flashed in my eyes, microphones and recorders shoved in my face. It was the same shit, different pile with reporters.
    I answered their questions, mostly telling them to check out my club and see for themselves and if they felt it would do okay or not. I, for one, knew that it would blast the fuck off and put every club in Vegas to shame.
    A heavy hand landed on my shoulder. “It’s time.”
    I looked at my bodyguard, Dean Croft. His cold grey eyes warmed with encouragement. Long-time friend, long-time partner in crime. Also a partner in sharing a woman every now and again. But, he was into anything that walked. Anything that could get his rocks off. And I do mean anything. Me? I only liked pussy. As much as I loved the guy, there was no way he was getting a piece of me. Ever.
    I took a breath and waved off the impending questions from the stragglers of reporters that waited while I went inside my club.
    A line up of VIP wannabes stood at the side of the building, yelling out my name. The women fawning over themselves to get a glimpse, a touch, a taste of yours truly. I didn’t get it. I was like a rock star in their eyes, but of course, being the man of class that I was, I ate it up. Let the glory soak into my bones like melted chocolate.
    I stepped into the club, walking down the hall that was lined with a red carpet. I had to hold back an eye roll. Fuck it. I let that shit go. “Dean. Red carpet, man?”
    Dean looked back at me and winked. He knew I hated that shit.
    My jaw clenched but as I neared the entrance to the main club, the deep bass of the music washed through me. It vibrated into my soul making my blood roar. God, I needed to get laid. It had been awhile, even for me.
    “There’s plenty of women here, boss.”
    Dean knew me well. He knew whenever I got twitchy, I needed to get my dick wet. I needed sex like I needed food, like I needed air to breathe. It was a part of my being. Most people craved junk food on an off day but not me. Nope, I couldn’t be like that.
    “I need something different tonight,” I mumbled. I was on edge and I couldn’t explain it. Couldn’t figure out what or why but I knew something was off. I needed more than just a hot piece of ass.
    “We’ll get you something, Mathis.” Which was Dean’s way of telling me to chill the fuck out.
    I always got like this on opening night but tonight was worse. I was usually cool, calm, and collected but tonight I was a raging body of hormones and mass destruction. If I didn’t get laid soon, I would self-combust or worse, fuck anything in sight and after looking around the room, self-combusting sounded more promising. Yikes, is that a man or a woman?
    Fuck me, this was going to be a long night.
    “Mathis.”
    I stopped short at Dean’s hard command and crossed my arms under my chest.
    He grabbed my shoulders and stared intently into my eyes. “You need to relax. You’re going to mingle. Pimp out the fan-fucking-tastic awesomeness that is your club and we’ll get you the pussy you’re looking for.”
    I smirked. Dean didn’t talk much but when he did, he got straight to the point. He rose to his full height and talked into the mic on his sleeve before guiding me into Club Maroon .
    The inside of the club was spread out into a vast space and much brighter than my usual venues. I didn’t know why. I needed a change. Something to bring me out of this funk. I had money, lots of it but like the old saying goes, money definitely didn’t buy fucking happiness.
    I was almost thirty and all I had to my name was my clubs and money. Call me selfish but I wanted more.
    A tingle shot through my core as I glanced around the room. It was mine. All mother fucking mine and I hated it. I loved the glory, the attention yes, but what was the point of having all of this if I had no one to share it with? God, I was turning into a