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"She must be special," my brother, Anthony, says while sitting at my table.
I watch the other members of the club with their escorts. Some have escorts younger than Carmen. We always have a party at a luxury hotel as a gift to the women. But it's a party to show off their escorts. It's also a way for them to show off their wealth. The one with the prettiest and sexiest escort probably paid the highest.
The escort also loves this day. It's the day they get an expensive gown and pieces of jewelry – if they're lucky. "I hope Harold's escort gets to go home with that collar," my brother and I laugh.
Harold Sims isn't the wealthiest among our members, but he splurges on gifts and cash to his escorts more than any of us. It's the only way he can get the escort to stick with him. The poor guy has erectile dysfunction and uses his escorts as a cover. I feel sorry for him, but his arrogance just irks me.
“Sir,” I turn around and find Carmen standing behind me with my assistant.
The other members stop to look at her, too. Carmen is underdressed compared to the other escorts. She wears an off-shoulder white and black cocktail dress instead of glittery and revealing gowns.
Carmen pulls off the outfit I planned for her. I don't want her to dress like the other escorts and have these other billionaire sharks eyeing her. The dress still shows her curves, but her face still steals the look. The make-up artist did a great job making her large brown eyes pop. Her skin also glows like shiny porcelain. No one will think she's my escort. Carmen looks like an elegant member of society.
"She must be special," my brother stands and asks for Carmen's hand. She politely gives it to him. I give Anthony a warning look while he kisses the back of it. "Special indeed."
I press my lips and look at Carmen. She looks stunning wearing simple but elegant clothes. Anthony thinks she's special because I dressed her like a billionaire's wife. His wives wore the same style to look respectable. What's the use? They all cheated on him. I frown after remembering his story.
I will not have the same one.
I pull Carmen and force her onto my lap.
She glares at me when I pat her butt like a puppy. I bite my tongue to stop myself from kissing her pouting lips. The hell! I drink my whiskey to the last drop and kiss Carmen. The whiskey flows into her mouth, and she gags at the taste of it. I take my handkerchief and wipe the spill from her neck.
“Now be a good girl and get me another shot,” I place the glass in her hand and push her feet back to the floor. Her nose flares as she holds back her anger. “Go on, Tannie.”
She takes a deep breath and walks to the bar. My brother smirks while shaking his head. “What?”
“You do realize that I know you, Sin,” I glare at him for saying my name. He rolls his eyes and continues, “I practically raised you after Dad became crazy about finding a new lover.”
“I’m forty-two. I’m not a kid anymore, Daddy Tony,” I launch back at him.
"My fate and Dad's aren’t a prophecy of what will be yours," I roll my eyes at him. "If you find somebody special, you should make her yours."
I hate it when Anthony brings out the immaturity in me. But I can't deny it. He knows me better than myself. He knows I'm pushing Carmen away to keep my defense wall intact. "She's nothing special," I insist while glancing at Carmen. "She's just like those girls. Somebody to toy with."
Anthony finishes his drink and calls his escort to get him another one. My blood boils when I see him checking Carmen out while she waits for my drink. My hands curl into fists when his eyes land on Carmen's nice ass.
“That ass must feel good,” I slam my hands on the couch.
Anthony turns to me and laughs. "You haven't taken her in that hole?"
“She’s only been here for a few days,” I reply.
Anthony playfully smiles and asks, "Can I have her after you're done with her?"
I want to warn my brother but stop when Carmen approaches us. She meekly smiles at my brother and hands me my drink. I don’t know if my brother only teases me, but he keeps checking Carmen out.
“Here’s the key to the room. Wait for me there,” I order Carmen while glaring at my brother. I pull her close and kiss her torridly. She quickly wipes her eyes when I let go of her. “I’ll fuck your holes when I come up.”
Carmen turns red. My brother pretends to hear nothing when she looks at him. Damn you. I want to punch Anthony and blame him for making me humiliate Carmen. She takes the key and walks out of the function room. I want to run after her and explain my reason, but that will only prove to Anthony that she’s special.
“She’s in love with you, huh?” Anthony asks.
"She was a virgin when I took her. It's temporary. A fantasy," I say, like his words bear no meaning at all.
"And you are with her," Anthony adds. I turn pale and want to disagree with him. He kisses his escort and tells me, "You play with your toy when it is still a toy." He slides his hand down his escort's gown and plays with her in front of me. "But you care for them when they become special."
“Just fuck your woman,” I say to stop his lecture.
“Should we?” The escort kisses him and nods. Anthony laughs and turns to me, “Be careful when you push a special toy, little brother. You might break them and can’t play with them anymore.”
“Shut up,” I say like a teenage boy.
"But you know what's worse? If they become animated and lose them. You loved watching Toy Story, right?"
"You make no sense, asshole." Anthony laughs at my outburst. I slam my glass and walk out of the room.
She’s special? No. Not yet. I take my phone and dial the pimp’s number. “I’m cutting the contract short. I’ll pay her the penalty.”
Let's stop this before I break more rules.
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