Seducing Texas (So not Prince Charming #2)(2)

“You were engaged to this girl, so what’s the big deal?” he asks, screwing with my other puzzles, which pisses me off. It’s like Timmons has moved into my home. I practically live at my office, and the feds’ operation is supposed to be a sting. How could any of my employees not notice him?

“Because I have a girlfriend.” Or I did. I’m in love with Cyn, and I should’ve told her.

“Cynthia Diaz doesn’t need some dead broke guy,” Timmons says. “Her dad’s in prison, and she’s the sole provider for her little sister. Must be tough for a spoilt society girl to go from filthy rich to sifting through Goodwill.”

She’d never step foot into Goodwill.

“You either screw your ex or bend over for the big boys in the pen.”

I’d like to keep my ass intact. “Look, is there anything else you need because I’m meeting Niki? She’s coming here, so you probably shouldn’t be hanging out with me since all your suspects work at my company.” I have no idea who stole all my money, but Timmons being here makes it obvious as hell that the feds are looking for the crooks.

Timmons finally leaves before I take the elevator down to meet Niki. His constant hassling is wearing me down, and Niki, I don’t know what the f*ck to do with her. He told me she’d cheated on me with several other entrepreneurs—a couple of them are millionaires now, like I used to be. Like any other guy, that’s all I am to Niki—a meal ticket. As soon as my company took off, she called me, saying she missed me. I didn’t even have to chase after her, like the feds expected.

In my private bathroom, I wash up and rearrange my junk. I miss Cyn’s sassy, temptingly sweet lips, and my poor sore cock has suffered the consequences of me personally satisfying my unrequited urges, which are many.

Picking up my phone, I stroll to the elevator while searching for my photos of Cyn and consider calling her. Before I returned from Alaska, I’d sent her mother’s engagement ring I’d found in Alaska along with a note to testify how much I care about her and still no word. I should just f*cking call her.

In the tower lobby on the bottom floor, Niki is waiting for me. She is dressed in a skintight black dress that hugs all her voluptuous assets. I was engaged to this fabulously built, lying, cheating fake woman. Her tits aren’t even real. It’s like grabbing onto unripe cantaloupes, instead of the nice fleshy soft feel to Cyn’s. I groan from the pain in my stiff cock from just thinking about Cyn.

After Niki and I eat at a chic new restaurant that I can’t afford, Niki insists on going for a drink at some trendy dance club. I hate to dance. I can barely two-step and only really know how to tango because my sister wanted to take ballroom dancing and insisted I be her partner.

The bar is a few blocks away and Niki starts in on me. “Shane, why don’t we drive? It’s hot and sticky out tonight, and I wore these heels for you.” She cozies up to me by slipping her arm under mine and resting her blonde head against my shoulder.

I snicker. I love to piss her off, and walking won’t kill her.

“What’s so funny?” she asks, giving me a sour look.

Should I tell her? “Nothing.”

The club is packed and is the kind of place Cyn used to go to with her friends. I scan the crowd for her until Niki forces me to look at her by grabbing my chin.

“Pay attention,” she snaps.

I let out a frustrated sigh.

I choose a seat in the back corner, which I know will irritate Niki. She likes to be the center of attention. If she gives up on me, then the feds can’t blame me. I could get back to stalking my pain-in-the-ass-love-of-my-life Cyn.

After the day I’ve had, I immediately order scotch. While Niki chatters non-stop, I continue my scan of the bar and drown her out by drinking heavily.

Across the bar, several people crowd around a dark haired woman, and she’s passionately kissing a man. I try to get a better look because Cyn has coal black hair. I peek around the patrons.

What the hell? Cynthia Diaz, my princess, is locking lips with some other guy I know is gay. He’s dressed like he came off the cover of GQ, and he recently highlighted his ash-colored hair. Didn’t she learn from the last time, or is she attracted to these men? I thought she loved me, though I don’t think she ever said that.

I’ve drunk enough that I don’t care if I’m being an ass, and right now, I’d like to beat this other guy senseless. I’m big enough though that standing over him would scare the shit out of him.

Niki slaps my arm. “Are you listening to me?”

“What?” I can’t believe I have to suck up to this witch.

She smacks me again. “You aren’t listening to me?”

“Don’t ever hit me again,” I bark out, standing up. “Excuse me.”

She jumps up beside me.

“Stay here,” I order. I shouldn’t do this, but no one else should get to f*ck my girl. I storm over to Cyn and pick up the guy by the scruff of his neck.

“What the hell, Cyn?” I bite out. I should’ve picked her up, curling her into my arms and reminding her of what only I can give her.

The guy struggles, bouncing around in my grasp. “Let me down.”

I drop him, and he stumbles to regain his balance. At first, Cyn looks happy to see me until she peeks behind me.

“What’s Nikita doing here?” Cyn asks, disappointment straining her voice.