CUZ: Billionaire Stepbrother Romance (5 page)

Even my dick knew I wouldn't be able to really have a good time with them with Ashley on my mind. When I pulled back, they moved forward and tried to undress me. All I could think about was my sister – how she wasn’t really my sister. My feelings for her had always been strong, but I could control them. All that safety had vanished.

“Hey, ladies, I have to go,” I said, standing up. “I'm sorry. Something has come up.”

“Sure ain't your dick,” Piper said with a snort then returned to kissing Tabitha.

I took a long last look then left the room, closing the door behind me. Would I regret it the next day? Probably, but I was worried about Ashley. Whenever we fought about something, she usually sent me a text message to let me know she was okay when she cooled down, but she hadn't sent me anything. I drove to her apartment for the summer, but she wasn't home.

After a third unanswered call, I finally left a short message and told her to call me. I went home and stayed up most of the night tossing and turning in bed. Why had I acted to casual after she told me the news? It had affected me deeply, but I didn't know how to share that with her. I didn't even know how to deal with it myself.

Seven

Ashley

When Josh didn't want to talk to me about the test results, I knew I had to get away. I had around five grand squirreled away for a rainy day emergency. If I walked away from my adoptive parents, I knew that I would increase the likelihood that I got nothing from them. The money would be cut off quickly and soullessly. I didn't care.

Not knowing where else to go, I headed back to New Orleans. I was able to find a nice efficiency apartment, but after two months, I realized that I was going to have to make some money. I knew that money made money, but I had none so I had to come up with some ideas. I put in a few applications to be a bartender at a few local joints, but none of them were hiring.

Then, when I was starting to get desperate, something opened up. I was at a bar having a drink when a greasy looking man with slicked back hair and an annoying gold necklace sat down next to me. I tried to ignore him at first, but he insisted on buying me a drink and then another. My parents had called me the night before and told me I was cut off if I didn't return, which is why I was open to his idea.

“You'd make a great dancer at my club.”

“Excuse me?”

“I'm Benji.” He stretched out his hand. “I said you could make a lot of money dancing at my club. No offense intended.”

“You run a strip club?”

“A Gentleman's Club, honey.”

“Don't call me honey, okay. I'm not interested in making a hundred a night flashing my tits.”

“Hundred a night? You're kidding, right? With your look and my club, you could do four or five hundred a night easy.”

I looked over at him, a little tipsy from all the drinks. “Yeah? That much?”

“After my cut, of course, but yeah, you would do good. Here's my card. Give me a call.”

He tossed a business card on the table along with another hundred dollar bill. I tried to think of something to say, but he turned around and walked out of the club. After I picked up the card and the money, I made my way to my apartment a few blocks over. As I walked, I really thought about his offer.

Did taking my clothes off for money make me a slut? Or was I just being smart? If I danced and made the kind of money he was talking about, I could quit after six months or a year and have enough money to invest in a business of my own. With Josh out of my life for good, I had to take care of myself.

By the time I got home, I'd made up my mind. The next day, I stopped by the club. Benji told me to get up on stage to show my stuff. I was nervous as hell at first, but I concentrated on the music and just let my body do all the work. My mind was a million miles away, which was fine with me. The customers only wanted one thing from me.

* * *

After my first week, I was the highest paid dancer at the club. I could reach diamond level and make more money if I slept with Benji, but I refused. He said I was hot enough to get away with just oral. I laughed him off instead. We were both making good money. He didn’t want to fuck that up and have me move to another club.

On my eighth night dancing, Josh showed up at the club out of nowhere. I saw him from the stage as I gyrated in time with the music. He looked around, not noticing me with my red wig. I cut my dance short and got off the stage through the back. By the time I got back to the floor, I lost track of him. Then he yelled out my name.

Ken, one of the big, black bouncers, pounced on him almost immediately. With a sigh, I walked toward them, hoping to defuse the situation. Before I got there, Josh pulled back his arm. He wasn’t a weakling, but Ken was ready for him and blocked the punch. A moment later, he had Josh’s hands behind his back. I watched as he led him to the entrance of the club.

What the fuck was all that about?
I thought, wondering what I should do.

“Hey, Trixie, come on over here,” an old whale yelled, making my decision for me.

I put on a fake smile as I sat on the old pervert’s lap. Josh had to learn I wouldn’t wait around for him forever. We knew the truth about our parents. Showing up at the club while I was working wasn’t the way to win me back into his life. I pushed thoughts of him out of my mind as I stroked the obviously dyed hair of the man in his fifties.
Fuck Josh
, I thought and got to work.

* * *

At fifty-eight years of age, Trevor the whale took good care of himself. Even better, he was rich as fuck. The first time he paid for my time in the VIP room in back, he asked me to sit on his lap and talk with him. Obviously lonely, I played gave him what he wanted, happy he didn’t want to shoot a wad in his pants while grinding against me.

A week after Josh had shown up at the club, I still hadn’t heard from him, which was fine with me. Trevor gave me more money each time he showed up, which was nightly. Every time he asked me to do a little more – like flash him my pussy – but I was okay with it. The money, which I desperately needed, was nice. Then he flat out asked me.

“I’ll give you a grand if you come to my hotel room for the night.”

His cold, hazel eyes stared into mine. I took a deep breath, my bare breasts rising and falling.

“I'm not sure if I can tonight. My brother wants to meet with me,” I lied, wanting to distance myself from him.

“You can’t use a grand?”

“Trevor...” I said in a whiny voice.

“Two thousand,” he said.

“To sit on your lap?”

“No, we're going to need to do a little more that that.”

He winked. Suddenly, I felt like the frog tricked into a pot of boiling water, the heat gradually increased night after night.

“I can't right now, but maybe this weekend. Okay?”

His expression changed instantly. Anger flashed in his eyes.

“You realize how much money I’ve given you so far, right?”

“To sit on your lap topless and talk.”

“Don’t be naïve, girl,” he said, pushing me off his lap.

“Trevor…”

“Fuck off, whore,” he slurred.

I backed out of the room. He wandered off to the floor of the club. Instead of following him, I headed back to the dressing room. After getting my phone, I closed my locker back up and called up Josh’s contact information. I stared at his photo on the screen a moment, emotions overwhelming me. With a deep breath, I pressed send and waited for him to answer.

“Ash?” he asked the moment he picked up.

“Yeah, it’s me,” I said softly.

“What the fuck is going on? When I heard you were dancing down in New Orleans, I didn’t believe it.”

“I’m sorry, Josh. Can you come see me?”

“Right now?”

“Please? I need to talk to you.”

“About the dancing? Are you on drugs or something?”

I sighed. “Not now, okay? It’s not bad. We just need to talk. In person.”

“Text me where you’re staying.”

“Okay. I have a small apartment. It’s not much, but…”

“It’ll be fine,” he said, reassuring me.

“Talk to you soon. I have to go.”

I hung up before he could say anything. After getting dressed in my street clothes, I left through the back door, not wanting to deal with Trevor, Benji or any of the other assholes at the club. Josh hadn’t said when he would arrive, but I wanted to relax and think about what I would tell him when he showed up.
How can I tell him I love him and always have loved him?

Eight

Josh

As soon as Ashley sent me a text message with her location, I went downstairs to fetch my Mercedes. After seeing her dancing topless in the club, something had opened up in my mind.

Instead of reaching out to her, I had secured some high-grade pot and thought about my situation while holed up in a hotel for the last week. Hearing from her again put a smile on my face.

While I waited on the valet to bring my car around, a man in a black trench walked up and stopped in front of me. He stared into my eyes, causing me to take a step backward. I sized him up, knowing I could take him if needed.

“Can I help you?” I asked.

“You need to let her be,” he said.

I tilted my head to the side. “Excuse me?”

“Your sister. Stay away from her, or you might find you have no access to your money.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Look, I’m just the messenger. Don’t shoot me.”

Before I could say anything else, he walked away. I watched him for a moment. When my car arrived, I got in and headed to see Ashley. The strange man slipped from my mind as I thought about seeing her again.
She’s not my sister
, I thought as I drove.
Does that change anything? Can I fight my feelings for her any longer?

When I arrived at the sketchy apartment building, I parked and took a moment to catch my breath and check it out. Did someone really just threaten to take my money away? The thought popped up again, but I pushed it down as I got out of the car and headed across the street. Inside, it looked even worse.
What a fucking dump! I have to get her out of here.

I found her door on the second floor and knocked. She opened it right away. Our eyes met briefly before she looked away, nodding her head for me to come in. I stepped through the doorway and looked around the apartment. It was clean, but obviously old and not taken care of very well. She shut the door and turned to me.

“How much you paying for this place?” I asked.

“Not a lot. I'm saving money to open a clothing store.”

“Retail is a hard business.”

“I know, Josh. I’m not like most of the women you date.”

“Hey, I didn’t come here to fight with you, okay?”

“Why did you come?”

“You asked me to come.”

“That’s all it takes, huh?”

“Look, I’m worried about you.”

“Whatever. I’m fine. Have a seat.”

She sat down on the edge of her mattress in the one-room efficiency apartment. I took a seat next to her. The bed squeaked as if it was about to fall apart. I shifted uncomfortably. Suddenly, she reached out her hand and placed it on my left thigh. We made eye contact again, neither of us looking away.

“I've missed you,” I said.

Without a word, she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. After the initial shock wore off, I kissed her back, sliding my tongue into her mouth. Our hands roamed at the same time as all the sexual tension that had been building up between us came rushing out all at once. She moaned, which turned me on even more. Blood rushed to my cock. I pulled back.

“This isn't right,” I said, standing up.

“Why not? We both want it.”

“I know, but...”

“But what?”

She stood up and put her arms around me. Her body pressed against mine.

“Look, I don't know how to put this, but I told mom and dad about what you found out.”

“You mean Mr. and Mrs. Knight.”

“Stop, Ash. I don't want to fight with you about this.”

“Good. Let me suck your cock.”

“What?” I stepped back. “Stop talking like that.”

“I'm not some whore.”

“I know. It's just...”

“What, Joshie?”

“They're going to take my money if I'm even talking to you let alone get into a relationship with you.”

She shook her head back and forth, frowning. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Are you going to be okay? You should quit dancing. It’s not safe.”

“Typical Josh,” she snorted.

“I only came so I could check on you.”

“I don't need you to fucking check on me. I'm doing fine,” she screamed.