Stroke (A Miami Lust Novella Book 2) by C.M. Lally

Author:C.M. Lally [Lally, C.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: dance, fashion, Miami, Erotica, lust, sexy, strip club
Publisher: CM Lally
Published: 2017-08-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9 – Mateo

She’s gonna kill me with that stubborn streak of hers — I know it. I didn’t call to let her know I wasn’t coming. One of the silks gave way with a dancer on it, and she fell down to the stage on her neck. I rode with her in the ambulance to Mercy Hospital. She’s young, single, and living here on her own. I can’t let her go through this by herself half scared to death. And I never got to finish talking with Thiago anyway. We argued over the budget. He’s being a little bitch lately. Something has crawled up his ass and he won’t shit it out.

I sat in the emergency room with Danielle for several hours while they performed multiple imaging tests, ran blood tests and different assessments to check for nerve damage and a possible concussion. Turns out that she’s only got a concussion. Thank you, Jesus!!! She still needs to be watched for the next twenty-four hours though, so she’s back in Dante’s apartment being entertained with his shenanigans.

In the meantime, I race to Cassee’s place to grovel for forgiveness. Zipping through yellow street lights and rolling through stop signs, the thought crosses my mind that she’s the only woman I’d do this for. That alone squeezes my chest tight. And when my thoughts stray to her leaving me soon, my lungs are paralyzed and I can’t breathe.

I’ve tried her phone several times, but it goes straight to voicemail, which tells me that her phone is off. She must be pissed. Fuuuck!

I pull into the complex drive and head towards the main door of her building. I nonchalantly squeeze through the front door when an older gentlemen leaves to walk his dogs. What a great security system they have here! It’s after midnight and I’m desperately afraid she’s done with me. Most women these days, when it comes to a mistake, you’re one and done. The problem is, this wasn’t a mistake, but a coincidence of bad timing. And I can’t get to her fast enough to explain. My stomach is in knots and I’ve got a bad sweat going on.

I knock on her door at first, not wanting to scare her since it’s so late. When a few moments go by without any answer, I give in to the raw panic rising in my chest and press the doorbell several times in a row. I’m not going to pound on the door, even though every fiber in my being wants to. I hear shuffling on the other side of the door and then silence. No chains rattle. No bolts unlock— just dead silence.

“Please Cassee, open the door. I need to see you. I need to touch you. One of the dancers got hurt and I went to the Emergency Room with them. Pleeeease, listen to me,” I beg for mercy. My palms press against the door and I hang my head low. She’s not going to budge; I’ve lost her. I listen intently to the other side of the door and there’s nothing there but more dead silence.

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