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called Bull.”
    The waitress returned a minute later with a bottle of champagne, two glasses, and a glass of whisky for me. I poured Charley a drink and we toasted.
    I knocked my whisky back, loving the burn, and started feeling the music. I wanted to ask her if anyone strange had been hanging around her apartment at all in the last day, but I couldn’t think of a normal way of asking that question. I didn’t want to freak the girl out after all.
    “Come on,” I said, standing and taking her hand. “Let’s dance.”
    “Wait,” she said. “Hold on.”
    I didn’t bother waiting or holding on. I pulled her to her feet and led her out to the dance floor. She didn’t put up much resistance, and it wouldn’t have mattered much if she did. I towered over her, making her look tiny. She was maybe five foot four at best, and I was easily over a foot taller than she was, not to mention probably a hundred pounds heavier. I could easily throw her over my shoulder and take her wherever I wanted.
    And I wanted to feel her body moving against mine. I took her hips and we began to dance, her nice ass rubbing up against me. I practically folded around her as she moved to the beat, blending in with the other dancers.
    I loved the way she moved her hips. She quickly loosened up as two songs passed and began to dance harder, her body pressing against mine. She turned and looked up at me with this coy little smile that made my fucking dick even harder. I was sure she felt me hard against her, but she didn’t seem to mind one bit.
    I lost myself in the moment, dancing with this girl. Normally I’d be wondering when we’d get to the good fucking stuff, but for some reason I didn’t want the dancing to end. For the first time in my life maybe, I wanted to stay there and let the girl tease me just a second longer.
    She turned around and pressed her hands flat against my chest. She shook her hips and swayed with me, and I grabbed her hips, pulling her against me.
    I couldn’t wait a second longer. I pulled her tight against me and pressed my lips against hers, not sure what the fuck I was thinking.
    She didn’t pull back. She wrapped her hands through my hair and kissed me back, biting my lip, intense and passionate. We kissed like that on the dance floor, and I completely forgot for a second that I was famous.
    I shouldn’t be getting close to this girl. I had just wanted to make sure the mafia wasn’t giving her shit about the other night, and now I was kissing her in the middle of a crowd. That was stupid for a million different reasons.
    I practically felt the camera flashes. We broke our kiss off and I saw a few cell phone cameras out, flashing away as people took pictures.
    “Fuck off, you cunts,” I roared, and the cameras quickly went away.
    That was what happened when you were famous and you tried to have a little fucking fun. There was no goddamn privacy, not for me, not anymore.
    The moment was destroyed. I could see it on her face. I looked back at the assholes who had taken pictures, and I could see fear in their eyes.
    Good. That was what I wanted. I wanted those bastards to be afraid of me, because I could destroy them if I wanted to.
    I turned back to Charley, but she was already gone.
    “Shit,” I said, and quickly headed back toward the VIP booth.
    But she wasn’t there either. I looked through the club and even asked a waitress, but nobody had seen her.
    I left the club and called her number, but it went to voice mail.
    The fucking girl ran out on me. I couldn’t believe she’d gotten scared off so easily, but as soon as those phones started taking pictures, she got out of there.
    Fuck it. That didn’t matter. I got what I wanted from her. I made sure she was okay, and that was all I needed. My goal was just to make sure nothing weird was happening around her, and as far as I could tell she was fine.
    I texted my driver and leaned up against a wall, my arms crossed.
    If I got what I needed, why did I keep