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open up easily to people. I gulped down a shot of Jack and slammed the glass down on the coffee table. He better treat her right, or I would kill him. Why did I care? She was not mine any more. I just had the few precious memories of her to hold on to. I jerked the suit coat off the hook in the hall. I needed to embrace my fate and move on.
     
    I headed to The Dungeon. They were hosting a mixer there that night. I’d find a hot little submissive who wanted a good time and show her to my private suite at the club.
     
    I walked into the party room and scanned the joint. I saw several promising opportunities before making my way over to the bar. Amanda pulled up a stool beside me. She was a looker, but I’d been there and done that one too many times. Plus, I was still a little pissed she had the nerve to approach Dylan in the restroom at a bar.
     
    “You look like you slept in the gutter, Sir,” Amanda said with a wink.
     
    I downed whatever the bartender had pushed my way. No shit, Sherlock. I feel like I belong in the gutter. I flashed her a smile, knowing it wouldn’t affect her. Amanda was too hardcore to let a few mindless gestures get to her. “That is why I’m here. Hoping to find a little action to help me forget.”
     
    “I’d volunteer, but I’m on guard duty tonight.” She grinned and took a sip of the raspberry lemonade, filling her tall mug. “Speaking of being security, I think I’m needed in zone 3.” She let out a laugh then walked across the room to a man who was not stopping at the safe word. I reminded myself to never sign up for guard duty again and flipped around. Two eager girls wearing killer spiked heels caught my eye. One was even a stunning ginger. She was nowhere close to Dylan’s beauty, but hell, who was?
     
    I shoved off the bar and headed to them. The brunette started stroking her chest which was falling out of a tight red halter top.
     
    “Not your type, bro. Plus, don’t forget about Dylan.” Charlie came up behind me and nudged my shoulder. He had not stopped reminding me I had something to fight for. Once I had quit breaking things and he felt it was safe, he had taken every chance to point out as long as Dylan was breathing, I still had a chance. Little did he know she had moved on, and I didn’t even know where she was breathing?
     
    I glanced back at him. I was there to forget about Dylan. “They’re all my type. At least for one night.” I twisted around and saluted him. “Don’t tell Momma,” I said with a smile.
     
    Charlie shook his head and motioned for me to go on.
     
    Both girls did their best to strike a seductive pose as I approached them. They wanted it, and I was more than willing to dish it out.
     
    “What are two beauties doing here all alone? Surely, someone like you can find a sponsor,” I asked then took a sip of my drink. I was aware that the last thing I needed was a fight. I would kill someone who tried. So I needed to make sure they didn’t have a Dom in the shadows.
     
    They giggled, giving me an instant headache.
     
    “Not yet. No one seems to wants to sponsor us so far,” the ginger replied.
     
    I liked her. She was the more approachable of the two. “Dance,” I ordered and walked past them onto the dance floor. They looked promising, but I wanted to see if they were up to the challenge.
     
    The band started playing Sex is not Enough by Oomph. I jerked the ginger close to my body. “Kiss me.”
     
    She stood on her tiptoes and planted the most passionate kiss on my lips. My stomach swirled in disgust. I craved the sweet taste of Dylan and the way she would bite on my bottom lip if I pulled away too soon.
     
    “Stop,” I growled in her mouth. I would screw them, but kissing was out for good. I pushed them to each other. “Keep dancing; I’ll be back.” I was not drunk enough for all that. I took a seat at the bar and watched them.
     
    The brunette pressed her body against the ginger, causing her tits to spill out