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“You have thirty minutes until your next appointment,” she wagered out of nowhere.

“Really?” I smiled up at her.

“Yup,” she winked at me from over her shoulder as she walked away and toward the bathroom.

I followed her without Skip or any of the guys noticing. She quickly turned around at the sink and I closed the door behind me and locked it. Sex with Harlow is something I look forward to everyday. She surprises me with crazy positions, and when she cums, I love it.

She grabbed me hungrily, kissing me fervidly as I hiked her jean skirt to her hips. Our lips staying connected the whole time, I picked her up, then set her on the edge of the sink. I was already hard, and ready for her. I pulled her pink panties to the side and she too was ready for me.

She reached into my back pocket grabbing a condom as I unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them down. She quickly rolled it on, grabbing me in her hand positioning me to her. She wrapped her legs around my hips and thrust me in hard and fast.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned as I picked up rhythm.

I lifted her tank top, pulling her bra down exposing her taught breasts. I placed both hands around them, then leaned forward bringing a nipple into my mouth. She moaned again as I sucked.

“Beautiful,” I breathed, then brought the other nipple in my mouth.

“I’m going to cum, Vice,” she panted.

“Cum, baby,” I breathed.

Already? Which meant I was going to cum, too. With Harlow, I could only last as long as she did. Every time without fail, when she showered me, I would burst. Harlow is unique. She is unlike anyone I had ever met. She has exquisite things about her that I consider gifts.

I grabbed her legs, placing her ankles on my shoulders. I pumped harder, faster. I placed my hands between us, using my thumbs to open her wider. I felt the quick tightening around me, then her heat. I kept my hands there wanting to feel it. I groaned bucking my hips harder, releasing myself while rubbing the abundance of wetness around her swollen clitoris, making her shower me more. I brushed her hair away from her face so I could look into her eyes. I was tempted to tell her how I feel about her, but when I opened my mouth, I was speechless, and scared as hell.

She smiled at me. “I was thinking while you set up, I could go and get us some coffee?”

“Such a God send,” I kissed the tip of her nose. “I would love that,”

We cleaned ourselves up as quick as we could as my next appointment was in fifteen minutes. I followed her to the front desk where she grabbed her purse.

“Who is my next appointment?” I asked from over her shoulders, my arms around her waist.

“Hmm, let’s see,” I watched as her red painted fingernail grazed the appointment book. “It doesn’t say. Just your name next to five o’clock,” she shrugged.

“That would be Chode’s handwriting,” I turned towards the studio. “Chode, you dick! You need to write who it is I am working on!”

“I missed his name! It was last minute this morning!” he yelled back.

“Easy on him, Vice,” Harlow grabbed my gray t-shirt to turn me around to face her. She rested her hand on my cheek and kissed me softly on the lips. “Let’s just get this evening over with and enjoy our last night before I have to go back to work tomorrow,”

“Okay,” I nodded. Staring into her blue eyes. “Hurry back,”

“Don’t miss me too much,” she laughed. I smacked her ass as she walked toward the door.

About ten minutes later I was finished setting up watching Skip finish up his last appointment of the day when I heard the door chime. I turned around and to my surprise it was Chase Miller. He stood there looking around the studio, then his eyes met mine.

“It looks like you are doing well for yourselves, boys,” he smiled.

“What the fuck do you want, Miller?” I clenched my jaw, crossing my arms.

“Does he talk to all of his clients like this, Skip?” he was looking at Skip while pointing at me.

“Do not get me involved, Chase,” he concentrated on his tattoo.

“Nope, just you, Miller,” I piped.

“Well, I need a tattoo, and I already made the appointment. If you fuck it up, I fuck you up,” he laughed as he sat on the table.

I didn’t say a word. I walked over to my station. “What is it you want and where?”

“The Nostalgia pin-up on my forearm. Here’s the logo,” Chase grabbed the business card from his wallet and set it on the table.

It only took me a few minutes to draw up the cartoon image of a pin-up girl with blonde hair, red lips, and a skimpy black lace outfit with the tattoo on her shoulder of aces. That is going to be a pretty sick tattoo. But I despise the person I am putting it on.

“Alright, let’s get started,” I sighed, taking a seat on my rolling chair. I cleaned his arm, placed the carbon paper, and on the pedal my Chuck’s went. I wanted this dickhead out of my shop as soon as possible.

“How long have you had this place?” Chase was trying to make small talk.

“I’ll do the tattoo, Miller, but please shut the fuck up,” I said over the buzzing of my gun. Skip was laughing in the background finishing up his paper work.

My heart skipped a beat as I heard the door chime open. I smiled to myself knowing it was Harlow back with our coffee.

“I hope a latte’ is okay. I wasn’t-” she quit speaking, then immediately I heard the coffee hit the floor.

I looked up. “Are you okay, babe?” I asked concerned.

“Yeah, I uh-” she stuttered, pale as a ghost.

“Harlow Jean,” Chase smiled widely.

Chapter Four

Harlow

“Harlow Jean,” Chase smiled at me.

I literally wanted to fucking die. Why is my brother here, right now, in Vice’s tattoo shop? Yes, I called in sick, but that gave him no reason to pry into my personal life. If he had issues with me calling in sick, he could have called me or talked to me when I came back to work on Thursday… tomorrow! This was my brother, though. The habitual asshole that had to make my life a living hell. He wants to see me squirm, he gets off on scaring people.

“Hello, Chase,” I walked to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face and take a few relaxing breaths to slow my heart rate.

I closed the door behind me, then locked it. I quickly walked to the sink and stared at my pale reflection in the mirror. I was too pale. Vice had to have seen something was seriously wrong. Did he? What was I going to tell him when he asks how the hell I know Chase Miller? I felt the hot tears run down my cheeks as I was having a serious panic attack. I was also extremely angry inside. Why is it when I am happy, Chase ruins it. Every time! Damn him! Vice, he makes me happy. Why can’t my brother just let this jealousy issue with Vice Jackson go?

“Fuck!” I slapped my hand on the sink, then turned the faucet on.

I splashed my face with cold water and tried to relax. I jumped when I heard a soft knock on the door.

“Who is it?” I said quietly through the door.

“It’s Skip,” he whispered back. I slowly and quietly opened the door. “I cleaned the coffee mess,”

“What am I going to do?” I started to panic again.

“He hasn’t said anything about you, at all,” Skip placed his hand on my shoulder. “Just go out there, act like nothing is going on and just stay busy like you have been and ignore Chase,”

“He is going to ask me how I know him, Skip,” I felt the tears forming behind my eyes. “I’m happy damn it, he is going to ruin it!”

“Shh, just like I said,” he looked me in the eyes. “relax, calm down, take a deep breath and go out there or Vice is going to become suspicious.”

I took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly. “Okay, okay… I can do this,” Screw my brother.

Skip stayed back in the hallway by the bathroom and I walked out to the reception desk with a smile on my face. I decided I would just organize and clean up a little bit. I could still hear the buzzing of the tattoo gun. My heart was still racing but I think I was doing a good job of hiding it.

“Vice?” I hollered with a stack of papers in my hands.

“Yeah?” he hollered back over the buzzing of the gun.

“Where do you want me to put the receipts from today?” I awaited his answer for a moment and I heard nothing. The sound of the gun stopped and he came out of nowhere.

“Hey,” he wrapped his arms around my waist. “Are you okay? You don’t look well,”

“Yeah, I shouldn’t have walked to get the coffee. It just hit me as I got here. I don’t do well with the super high heat. I am so sorry about the coffee, though. I feel bad acting like that in front of your client. It was embarrassing,” I couldn’t look him in the eyes as I was bull-faced lying to him.

“Don’t be embarrassed, he’s a cheese dick,” he kissed my lips softly.

I nodded with a smile at his choice words for my brother. “Are you done?”

“Almost, give me another twenty-thirty minutes, tops,” he smiled.

“Kay,” I smiled back.

“You can just put the receipts in the top drawer, babe,” he walked away.

Vice started calling me 'babe' out of nowhere yesterday and I love that he does it. He is the first guy to ever call me by a pet name, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I like that it is a name that no one else uses for me. It makes it that much more real knowing that I belong to someone. That I actually belong. Ever since my mother died, I have been walking around with a black empty hole in my heart that Vice has been seeming to fill. It is a great feeling. I have been wanting to tell him for the last three days how he has been making me feel about myself, and how I feel about him. For some reason, I am usually rendered speechless when it comes to my feelings. I do a good job of suppressing them.

I swept by the front door, then cleaned the windows. I took a sneak peek at my brother, and Vice. Vice was concentrating on Chase’s arm, but Chase was staring right at me… slowly shaking his head back and forth.

“Please, no.” I mouthed quietly, and all my bastard brother did was smile not making me feel any better about this situation.

I stared at Vice, his eyebrows creased together as he concentrated on his work. My heart was melting, staring at his pleasant, gorgeous face and I was more than likely going to crush him. Indefinitely, I will crush him. Therefore, I will enjoy the time I have with Vice, and I will try my hardest for him not to find out my secret. The only problem now is keeping my brother away from him, especially now that Chase knows I am dating Vice. This is going to become utterly complicated.

“Okay, all done,” Vice came into the reception area with Chase in tow. A smile on my brothers face that I wanted to slap off of him the entire way.

“About time, handsome,” I lightly clapped my hands, Vice placing a small kiss on my lips.

“I suppose you can take the money for the tattoo out of the fifty six thousand you took from me on Saturday,” Chase added from behind us.

I looked up at Vice, his jaw was clenching like crazy and I could see his muscles tense. Oh, God…

Vice slowly turned around to face my brother. “Ah, I don’t think so. Six hundred, Miller,”

“I’m serious,” Chase stood there staring at Vice, and he was serious. I have seen this look, and I know this impending outcome. It was starting to scare me.

“I won that money from you. If you didn’t want to get your ass kicked, then why the fuck did you sign up for the tourney? Oh, I know… because your cocky ass was way too confident. Right, Miller?” Vice took a step closer to Chase and I freaked out. I know for a fact that my brother carries a gun, I can’t let this happen. Not tonight, not to Vice.

“You know what, Chase?” I had had enough. “Fuck this,” I walked around Vice, grabbing my brother by the collar of his polo and pulling him outside. I needed to talk to him and ask him what the hell is problem is.

“Harlow,” Vice reached his arm out for me. “I don’t want you to-”

“It’s fine, I know him. Just give me a second, please,” The look of shock, and hurt that displayed all over Vices features broke my heart. I think I just died a little.

After we were outside and I made sure that Vice wasn’t going to follow us, I let him have it.

“Fuck you, Chase!” I pushed him backwards.

“What?” he started laughing, catching his balance.

“Don’t what me! What the hell are you doing to him?” I poked his chest with my fingertip. “He is a good person, with a good heart. He doesn’t deserve you treating him like this because he won’t play in your casino,”

“Hey, you have this all wrong, sister. He has money that belongs to me,” he crossed his arms like he made a valid point.

“What!? He beat you at a game of poker you insisted on signing up for. How is that his fault!? You have been seeking him out for the last four years because of the reputation you heard about him. All he does is work and play poker for leisure. What is fifty six thousand dollars to you, Chase? You are worth millions! After four years, you should know by now that he will never step foot into Nostalgia, and will never enter into a tournament with you either, and as far as the tournament you signed up for this next weekend at the Mirage, don’t be surprised if he whoops your ass again!” I took a deep breath placing my hands on my hips.

“Maybe it is a good thing that he hasn’t came to the casino. I think he would be completely ashamed to see you there,” he stepped closer to me. “I’m sure the last thing a guy wants to find out is that his girlfriend is a hooker,”

I slapped him across the face, taking a quick glance at the shops windows. Vice wasn’t watching, thank God. “How dare you say that about me, Chase. You know better than that. If it weren’t for me and my making The Lily Room, you wouldn’t have half of the business you have today. I have made you millions of dollars, jackass. As far as I see it, you will go in that shop, and you will pay Vice the money you owe him for the tattoo. Half of the money that you make every week should damn well be mine… take it as a change loan,”

“What if I don’t?” he rubbed his red printed cheek with his hand.

“I will call dad and tell him about your little side businesses that he unknowingly paid for,” I threatened. My father gave Chase a million dollars to start Nostalgia. Little did my father know that at the time, he was also starting a side business that consisted of a drug ring, and hookers.