Chapter 97

DRAKE “What the hell are you doing here?” I bark at Constantine as I emerge from the restaurant. I watched in satisfaction as she said goodnight to the schmuck she was with and gave her enough time to leave and get into the car. I look past my driver, trying to peer through the tinted windows. “If you’re still here, she’d better be in that damn car.” His lips press into a thin line. “She’s not, sir.” Mild annoyance turns to the burn of anger. “Why not?” He offers a small shrug. “She insisted on taking a cab.” The woman is fucking infuriating. “You should have made sure she got into the damn car. I told you to get her home safe.” “What would you have preferred I do, sir? Manhandle her into your car in the middle of the street? Maybe tase her and shove her in the trunk?” Yes! “No, of course not.” Sighing, I run my hand over my face and immediately regret it. Her smell, the intoxicatingly addictive scent of her cum, is still on my fingers, and now all I can taste is her. My heart pounds a