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Grinning in anticipation, Owen dressed in all black, but not the typical jeans and T-shirt he usually wore He slipped into a pair of tailored slacks and a button-down shirt He did wear his Converse though, because they were the only shoes he ever wore His tattoos all concealed beneath his clothes, he decided to play down his rocker i and the barbells in his niles, but left the half-inch black plugs in his ears since when he ithout jewelry, the holes were even ered the hoop in his eyebrow and decided to leave it in as well The piercing had never healed right, so he had a hard ti back in the hole if he took it out

"All black tonight? If you had a cape, you could be a va hair instead of using it to conceal his body

"Black is sli"

"You’re not fat any more, Owen"

"I knoen ran a hand over his flat belly,sure those rock hard abs he worked so hard to maintain hadn’t suddenly disappeared Still there

He added a touch of product to the ends of his da the dark blond locks into disarray "Hurry up, Kelly," he said, suddenly eager to get to the club and fk any woman ould have hih his longish black hair

"Hopefully, I won’t have to for long"

Chapter Two

Caitlyn was going to screw every man in this club That would show the insufferable bastard She had trusted him, loved him, and picked his damned dirty underwear off the floor for twelve years How could he do this to her? Her no-good, lying, son-of-a-bitch ex-husband had cheated on her with a freshlish class A nineteen-year-old A baby Then he’d had the audacity to file for divorce stating irreconcilable differences Yeah, he wanted to put his dick in someone, and Caitlyn had an irreconcilable difference of opinion that it should be only her The worst part was that because she made more money than the assle, she had to pay ali that little traal?

Caitlyn was going to screw every man in this club twice That’s what she’d told herself while she was purchasing sexy lingerie in the shop downstairs What she’d told herself when she’d been changing into her nehite lace nightie, thigh-high stockings, and four-inch heels That’s what she told herself when she’d marched into the club and strutted--the best she could in these ridiculous shoes--across whatBut the other patrons were occupied with activities that awk and avert her eyes They were involved in things she hadn’t done in the privacy of her own bedrooo do some of that stuff herself Lots of that stuff And she would er the entire ti her with his cock

So as she hiding in a secluded corner avoiding eye contact? And ere her knees knocking together?

She’d asked Jenna to bring her to the club Asked Jenna to leave her here By herself Because Caitlyn had been afraid that she wouldn’t be able to open her thighs to a stranger and at the first sign of ed Jenna to take her ho to hurt Charles Not that she cared if she hurt him as much as he had hurt her--she doubted it was possible anyway Word would get back to hiht she’d participated in the orgy of her life And that she’d loved every minute of it Without him