Granting One Last Wish novel Chapter 39

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"Baby, where are you? Thought you're coming?"

I've been here at Night Stalker for an hour, yet no signs of my wife. White, Logan and some of my friends are already in the VIP. They chat and have their drinks. I have to force White and Logan to drink because they don't drink when they're working.

"Babe, what's the call every five minutes. On our way. Trix let me change my outfit for like ten times. So blame your cousin for being so fashionably late."

What's with girls with their outfit? Can't they just wear anything for the club? I already informed Paul's bouncer about my wife. Anyway, she's with Mason, and nobody is going to check her ID.

"Sorry, beautiful. Just miss you. I haven't seen you since morning." I have to go back to work as soon as we get back to my apartment. My security team suggested that I should change some codes and routines. White has to do daily car checks up, and I have to change my car every day.

They added another camera outside my penthouse, in my parking area, and changed locks in every room at my penthouse.

I feel paranoid sometimes, and Abby is not amused about the changes. She has to stop her summer classes. She's already staying with me and she's able to see her dad. Trix comes to visit her and do some girl bonding as they call it.

"We're almost there. See you soon."

"Sebby, you can have a quickie with her later. Excited much? If you see what she's wearing, I bet my fifty bucks, you won't be able to keep your dick in your pants." Trixie giggles over the phone. "

"Sorry 'bout that. Later, bye." Now, I'm thinking about what she's wearing while I'm still wearing my outfit from work.

After a few minutes, my phone ring in my pocket. I have to take off my tie, jacket, and my cufflinks. I open some buttons and roll my sleeves up to my elbows.

I fish out my phone. "Yup?" It's Mason who's calling.

"We're here, but the girls wanna dance first." I can hear the same music echoing from the other line.

"Just keep an eye on them. I'm up here." Before I can say more, I see my girls.

Fuck me. My wife's wearing a skimpy red strapless dress that barely covers her sweet ass and fit like her second skin. Jesus, she's going to attract attention. Her silver fuck-me-shoe glitters, making her legs look longer, and her hair bounces every time she moves.

"What the hell is she wearing, Mason? I will strangle your girlfriend." I grit my teeth.

"My girlfriend?" Mason asks in an innocent voice.

"Do you think I don't know you're fucking my cousin?" I snarl.

"Man, um, how did you know? I like her, okay--" I cut him off.

"That's not my fucking business. I want my wife up here. Let me talk to her."

I watch Mason talk to my wife, and she's now looking up at me. I walk towards the steel bar that serves as a banister. She smiles and waves when she sees me. I can even see her bright smile and dimples from her. Her eyes glitter from the lights, and she's magnificent.

"Babe, I wanna dance with Trix, please? Can we talk later?" She uses her sweet innocent voice to please me.

"And what's that you're wearing, Abbygail?" She looks down at her small dress.

"Don't you like it, Sebastian?" Don't I like it? Seriously?

"I love it, baby, but not with all the drunk and horny assholes around you. They're probably thinking of you right now pressed against the hallway or in the filthy bathroom while they have their hands all over you."

She giggles. Jesus Christ. "Uh-huh. Is that how you think of me, babe? Press against the wall while your hands and mouth all over me?"

I groan when I imagine her like that. "You have no idea. Now come up here. I don't wanna talk over the phone when you're down there, and the music is too loud." She looks at Mason and says something.

"Later babe, bye."

Fuck. She just hangs up on me and drags Trix over to the dance floor. I squeeze my eyes shut and breathe through my nose. My lips are already pressed into a thin line.

I see Mason watching them from the stool bar like a hawk. I run my fingers through my hair and ask for a drink instead. I don't have to tell the bartender. They know what I drink every time I come here.

White walks toward my direction with a confused look. "Is everything alright?"

"Everything is not fucking alright. See over there?" I point at my wife and Trix dancing together. "My wife wears that barely covers her, and she hangs up on me when I said I wanna talk to her. She chose to dance over me." I consume the drinks in a gulp.

"I'll ask Logan to watch over them. Where is Mason?" I see the concern in his eyes.

"Mason is on them already." Then I see red.

Fuck. This is supposed to be an enjoyable night. They got attention. Those assholes are pressing their filthy bodies to my wife and Trixie. I start walking to the small stairs when a hand grabs me.

"Let Mason and Logan handle them." White stops me.

"Get your fucking hand off of me, Lincoln. I want my wife off of that fucking dance floor."

He doesn't let me go. "When was the last time Abby enjoy her life? They're just dancing. Calm down. Look?" He points his finger to them.

I see my wife still dancing with Trix, and men are nowhere to find. I relax a bit, and he releases his hand on my arm. 

"I got the news about the phone call." He gets my attention.

"Go on," I say while watching my wife dancing. God, how can she be so hot as hell? And by just watching her from far, she makes my cock throbs. Abby loosens up. Lincoln is right. When is the last time she enjoys something like this? I chuckle. You'll pay that later wife.

"Stop ogling at your wife." My mind back to reality. Shit. White is now smirking on me.

"I'm sorry. What about the phone call?" I face him.

"Phone was own by a woman. She lost her phone a few hours before that call. She said she'd been searching everywhere in the house. After a few hours, she found it on her couch where she searched that place many times. She's from Boston, a high school teacher, and she didn't have a visitor that day."

I furrow my eyebrows. "From Boston?"

He nods. "No fingerprints on her phone. I asked for that too. Since we're not able to record the call, can't do voice recognition."

I just hmmm. "What's her name?" I ask nonchalantly.

"Lucinda Graves. Want me to check on her?"

I shake my head. I notice Logan sit alone in a stool, and my eyes land to Mason dancing with Trixie, and my wife is with someone I don't know. They're not close, but still, it makes my blood boil in my veins.

"Stay here," I tell Lincoln and stride my way down the stairs before he can stop me. In no time, I'm walking past the very crowded dance floor. I could smell the sweat, perfume, and beers everywhere. I want to gag, but I have to get through my wife. I grab the arm of the man dancing with my wife who still doesn't notice me.

"Fuck off, asshole!"

He looks at me, and he may have recognized me. He walks away without a word. I grab my wife's waist, and she yelps in surprise then she smiles when she knows it's me.

Jesus, she's mesmerizing from up close. She has makeup on but not too much, just some shiny glittery that makes her green eyes bigger and her lips painted bright red.

"Well, if it doesn't work," she says with a glimmer in her eyes.