“And if they want something else?” I asked.
“Then they get something else. I don’t give a shit, as long as I get to fuck someone.”
Right. I poured us each a whiskey at the bar. Jeff leaned on the bar with both elbows, watching me pour. It had been so much better with Scarlett hanging on my bar. Of course, that had been because of how the night had gone, because I’d gotten her naked.
Next time, I was going to fuck her on top of the bar. That was a great idea. I could just imagine her, naked and gasping on the cool bar top.
“So, why a nightclub?” Jeff asked.
I shrugged. “I feel like getting out, tonight,” I said.
I slid his drink to him, and Jeff took it and sipped the amber liquid. I did the same. Hennessy–there were few things in life as good as a smooth whiskey.
I didn’t usually go to nightclubs. They were always filled with people who either wanted to get wasted or get laid. The latter, I was more than willing to provide, but they were usually so drunk, they couldn’t control themselves, and they were all so damn young.
Scarlett was young, too, of course. But that was different.
“I’m getting laid tonight,” Jeff said, rubbing his hands together. “Lavo has so many girls to choose from, you won’t know which one to stick your dick in first.” Jeff gulped down half his drink like it was water. No appreciation for the finer things. Which was why he was willing to fuck anything with tits and two legs.
“We should get you someone, too,” he said. “When was the last time you got down and dirty with a lady?”
I chuckled. “Last night, actually.”
“Shit,” Jeff said. “Really? You’re one up on me, then.”
I shook my head. “I doubt it. What’s your number by now?”
“God, Evan, I lost track of that decades ago.”
He laughed. I laughed, too, drinking more. I glanced at the time. I wanted to get going, but it was too early. Over eager? Nah. What time would the girls arrive?
“Tell me about her,” Jeff said.
“Who?”
“The pussy you got last night.”
Oh. Right.
“You know how it is,” I said. “You’ve fucked one, you’ve fucked them all. Nothing’s special about her, other than the fact that she was a good fuck and willing to put out.”
Jeff nodded, impressed. “That’s all you need, bud. They don’t need to have more than that.”
Scarlett was more than that, but I wasn’t going to go into detail with Jeff. I didn’t want his filthy mind all over her, and he would get way too sucked up in the details if I told him anything else. Once a pervert, always a pervert. Jeff fucked anything that was legal age and upward. He had no shame, and if there was one person I didn’t want him near, it was Scarlett.
It wasn’t because of jealousy or anything. I was just watching out for the woman that agreed to carry my child. This was about the baby and the woman that was going to carry it.
“Let’s get going,” Jeff said. “My dick is itching for some love.”
We left my place and got into a cab, heading toward Lavo where, hopefully, I was going to see Scarlett.
Chapter Seven
Scarlett
I didn’t go out very often. To go out, you had to have money, and that was running thin for me. But Lily had offered to buy me a drink or two, and I could always get a few more from willing guys. Of course, I wasn’t going to let it get any further than a drink and some casual flirting.
For one, I wasn’t on birth control. I couldn’t imagine how bad it would be if I ended up pregnant with someone else’s child after Evan was paying me to get pregnant with his. But mostly, it was about Evan himself. After last night, I didn’t want someone else. I’d go