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fucking woman. Maybe I should go into the bathroom and check to see if I have magically sprouted a vagina?
    “Mingle,” Dean demanded.
    I nodded once. Dean being the only person ever that could tell me what to do and get away with it, I willingly listened.
    Greeting the first couple that was to my left, I shook the man’s hand and kissed the knuckles of the woman he was with. She did the typical giggle and toss of the hair that usually came when I opened my mouth and landed my gaze on someone. I came to North America at a young age but still had a slight European accent that the women loved. Apparently.
    I moved around the room in a daze, greeting people, not really paying attention to who I was talking to.
    An hour had passed when Dean walked up to me. “Ready?”
    I gave a curt nod and followed him to a pulpit on a small podium. As I stepped behind the large wooden object, my body hummed. This was the part I loved. Flashes went off, the crowd of people falling into a silent hush. This was my time. I owned this shit right here. All eyes fell on me as I took control of the room.
    “As you all know, this isn’t my first run with Vegas,” my voice boomed through the speakers.
    An eruption of laughter spread through the room at my little dig at myself. Since becoming a billionaire, my personal life had become quite public. As a teenager, I got in trouble with the law that landed me in jail for a week over public drunkenness. It was a stupid move on my part, but the women that had fawned over me. I wouldn’t change for the fucking world. I remembered spending the week in the cell with a wide cheesy grin on my face.
    “But I plan on this being my last one and this time it will be legal.”
    Another chuckle erupted through the crowd.
    My gaze travelled around the room. Whenever I gave a speech, I liked to look at each individual person, making them think that I was talking directly to them even though I wasn’t. I could give two shits what these people thought about me or my clubs. The only thing I wanted from them was their money.
    My body stirred. To have this control, this deep seeded need for domination made my blood roar. By the end of my speech, I would have these people eating out of the palm of my hand.
    I looked over each and every one standing before me. Men in business suits, women decked out in designer gowns, their make up over done with not a hair out of place. Too formal, if you asked me. And then I saw her. A small, curvy, voluptuous red headed, fucking drop dead gorgeous woman.
    My dick lengthened. My mind making up images of her lying beneath me, screaming my name as I fucked the shit out of her.
    While I continued my speech, I made a note of looking at Dean and slightly nodding towards the red headed woman.
    He followed my gaze, his lips twitching when he noticed her. “Perfect,” he mouthed.
    I smiled and turned back to the crowd, not keeping my eyes off of Red. With her pale white skin, I couldn’t wait to mark her no doubt, beautiful ass.
    Our gazes met.
    She licked her lips.
    It was an innocent move but fuck me, I would love to see those full lips wrapped around me as she swallowed my cock.
    She was the one. I wanted her. Needed her on a level I couldn’t explain. She would be mine and she would give in. If not, I sure loved a challenge.

T HOSE E YES
    (Jenny)
    I stood alongside the posh bar at Club Maroon , nursing a Cosmo and listening to Nora drone on about some guy she had been seeing. Kevin, no... Ken? I don’t know. The only thing I did know was he could fuck like a champ, but was a total dick. Something I heard weekly from my serial dating best friend. Another reason why I didn’t need to date, she got it all out of the way for me, and then some.
    Finishing off the glass, I placed it back on the smooth wooden bar and turned to take in the scene. Normally on a Saturday night I would be working, but after the night with Jude and his new lady du joir, I was nursing hurt. It may sound