His Word...Destiny ~ Book Three of the Trusted Saga ~ (excerpt)

Title : His Word...Destiny

Book Three of the Trusted Saga

Release Date: Available now (link under "Books" heading)

EXCERPT ...

Nathan Buchanan

I entered Webber’s nightclub, Lucifer’s Den, half an hour ago---rigorously scanning the entire club in search of Angelica’s curvaceous form. I came up empty handed, and was becoming irate that it seemed the information Kiara supplied me with, was incorrect. She better not be playing some sort of fucking game with me---she’ll regret it, if she is.

Then, I caught a quick glimpse of my Cherub in a group that came through the entrance, and I straightened up off the wall I was leaning on, my gaze greedily drinking her in.

All her curves were accentuated in the tight little black halter-neck dress she was wearing. The neckline had a six-row silver diamante collar that secured the front of the dress around her elegantly slim throat. Her petite little shoulders were bared, and on display, with easy access for a finger to lightly tease, or a moist tongue to glide across---lips to caress her flesh, or teeth to sink into it.

The back of my neck started to bristle in irritation when I took stock of how short the hem was. Her upper thighs were blatantly laid bare, acting like a magnet for every hot-blooded male in the club to ogle.

My hand started to twitch. She requires a fucking good flogging---a necessary reminder as to what is acceptable attire, and what is not---that dress comes in under the ‘not’ heading.

Her coal black locks were gathered up in one long pony tail that hung seductively down her flawlessly tanned, and exposed back. Hanging from each of her delicate little ear lobes, was a six-column, five inch long diamante earring, the ends of both just whispering against her bared flaxen flesh with every movement of her head.

My gaze fixated on the gentle to and fro motion of her earrings, my tongue, and teeth desiring to follow their path along her heated skin. My cock immediately stood to attention, while I continued to keep an eye on her from where I stood obscured in the corner, concealed from view in the lounge section of the spacious club.

I was completely surprised, however at the same time, extremely appreciative, of the number of patrons cramming into Webbers new club. It was easy to remain clandestinely in the background with so many bodies wandering around. The one, and only reason I risked coming here tonight, was the knowledge Webber was in Spain until Monday morning.

Taking Kiara out last night had been fruitful. She informed me this was where they all congregated for their usual night out. It had been tricky to incorporate the conversation to include her immediate circle of friends, but once I managed to wrangle it into our quiet discourse, she was very forthcoming with information.

Kiara let it slip during our idle conversation that Webber, and Angelica met at his new club. That information made a lot of sense to me. My beautiful Angel was always listening to music in some form, or another. She always had some sort of CD playing loudly at home when I arrived when she lived with me.

Forty minutes passed, and I felt I could no longer hold back. Approaching Angelica in such a crowded place gave me the best possible chance at being able to get to her. But I kept one eye on Kiara’s whereabouts. It wouldn’t do to be seen by her when I made my move. I waited until I had the opportunity to gain Kiara’s attention, before I smiled broadly, and used my hand to beckon for her to join me on the other side of the lounge section.

“Nathan. Hi. What are you doing here?” she asked breathlessly with a pleased smile on her face, and a twinkle in her eye.

“You mentioned last night that this was where you came with your friends on your nights out. I was in the vicinity, and thought I’d see if you were here.”

“You did?” she questioned, while her smile broadened. Hook, line, and sinker. Excitement tinted her cheeks a pleasant rosy color.

“Kiara, would you take care of acquiring some drinks for us, please?”

“Sure. What would you like?” I reached into the back pocket of my suit pants, and extracted my leather wallet, opening it up, and extracting some cash that I put in there earlier. I held the notes out to her, indicating it was payment for the drinks I just asked her to collect.

It wasn’t normal practice for me to have cash on me, but I knew I had to have some for this place---there would be no charging drinks in this establishment. Kiara took the notes from my outstretched hand, and waited for me to answer her question.

“I’ll have one of whatever you’ve been drinking tonight,” I answered her in an off-hand manner.

I only requested Kiara get us the drinks, in order to keep her busy long enough for me to attempt getting closer to Angelica. She disappeared from my line of sight, swallowed up in the ever-growing crowd, and I returned my full attention to Angelica once more.

It took a few minutes before I found her curvaceous form making her way back from the bar area. My jaw hardened, and my eyes narrowed in on the tall, muscle-bound blonde walking with her---Chase Anderson.

His mannerisms indicated he was very protective over her, and I snorted. It seems he has a vested interest in her, too---judging from all the tense “back-off-or-I’ll-break-your-neck” glares he shot to various men ogling her along the route back to their group.

I pushed away from the wall at my back, and moved from the secluded corner of the lounge area, on my way to separate her from him, and intercept her path, when I saw Webber stalk through the door like a mad man. My jaw hardened even more, and I ground my teeth in frustration. I hurriedly retreated back into seclusion, my anger rising. What in the fuck is he doing here---he’s supposed to be in Spain! I’d taken my eyes off my beautiful little Cherub, though it wasn’t long before I found she’d re-grouped with her rowdy gang of friends on the outer edge of the dance floor.

At the exact same moment Webber saw her.

I could only stand, and watch, while he pushed his way through the dense crowd in her direction, single minded determination written all over his face.

With a snicker curling up the sides of my lips, I realized Webber was furious. With Angelica. Maybe she’s refused his advances? She knew how to push your buttons---I knew that---I’d felt that level of anger around her more than once.

Within seconds of Webber reaching her, he swung his right fist up, and planted it in the side of Anderson’s jaw, wrenching his head around, and dropping him like a bag of shit straight down on his ass.

A smirk played at the edge of my lips for a brief moment, until he brutally grabbed Angelica’s upper arm. In a moment of blind rage, I stepped forward, prepared, and ready to take his hands away from her personally, before common sense prevailed, and I stepped back into the shadows.

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