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alcohol on his breath was overwhelming. I could feel my entire body starting to shake and my pulse raced as I used all the strength I had to try to push him off of me. With our size difference, it seemed like it was going to be useless but I did manage to wiggle away, temporarily putting a little distance between us. Using all the breath I could muster, I started screaming for help as loud as I could. Kade started laughing.
     
    “You can scream all you want Sarabelle, but nobody is going to come back here looking for you. Everyone is too busy with the gala and besides, that noise is drowning out anything happening in here. I’m not sure why you’re trying to fight this. I know you’ve wanted this for years. Just relax and let it happen.”
     

CHAPTER 4
    Christian
     
     
     
     
    I hate to see you go but I love watching you leave. That’s one of my favorite old sayings. I have no clue where it originated but I’m jealous I didn’t come up with it. It’s clever, very clever. The saying was especially true as I watched Sarabelle walking away from me and out the front door. The way she filled out her dress from behind was delicious. I wanted to unwrap her like a gift on Christmas morning and spend the entire day playing with her. I’d get my chance. I always get what I want. With her, it was going to take a little bit of patience and even more creativity. She seemed to be too smart to fall for my regular lines, I was going to have to use my charm to win her over if I ever wanted to see what secrets lay beneath that dress.
     
    Watching her walk out the front door, I knew the gentleman that had accompanied her to the gala was no longer there. Nonchalantly, I pulled out my cell phone and called Bobby, the man I had hired to work as head of security for the event. He picked up almost immediately.
     
    “Bobby, did you see the girl that just walked out the front door?” I asked.
     
    “I think so. Long blue dress?”
     
    “That’s the one.”
     
    “Yeah, she just walked past me.”
     
    “Do me a favor and keep an eye on her for me, would you? Don’t make it obvious that you’re watching her. Don’t follow her or anything. Just make sure nothing happens to her until her date comes back to pick her up.”
     
    “Sure thing, boss.”
     
    I hung up the phone and decided to go back to the party. I never went home by myself and I didn’t intend to start. It was time to work my magic on the dance floor and find out which women had been hitting the booze a little harder than they intended. Finding a woman to sleep with was much easier in a bar or club. At functions such as this one, many of the women came with dates, most of whom were their significant others. My target for that particular evening would be any single mothers that were in the house.
     
    Single moms almost made it too easy for me. These are the women who are the most desperate for someone to show them a good time. Most of them spend their days at dead-end jobs that they hate and can’t leave because they need to be able to make ends meet. Their evenings were spent picking up kids, cooking dinner, helping with homework, giving baths, putting children to bed and then turning in themselves so they could wake up and do it all over again.
     
    When a single mom gets a chance to go out without her children, she’ll tend to really let loose and let her inhibitions fly. That’s because these are the women who are most in need of a break from their reality and I am more than happy to be the person to give them one. I’ve also found that they are the ones most likely to experiment in the bedroom. Some of the kinkiest shit I’ve ever done have been with single mothers. I began to wonder what might be in store for me tonight.
     
    I made my way around the room, saying hello to the people I knew and trying to become acquainted with the beautiful women I didn’t. Glancing down at their left hands, if I didn’t spot a rock on their ring fingers, I assumed