They’ve always considered her an interloper. Molly couldn’t stand up to them if they tried to challenge anything. “Because my family is a collection of heartless and mercenary jackasses. I want her to be provided for, and I want it to be ironclad.” He moved sushi around on his plate in a fit of OCD, perhaps induced by the spartan aesthetic of the Japanese bar. At other times, like now, in the company of an old friend, he let the tough-guy posturing fall away. For instance, during scenes at his club when he acted as top, or to intervene in scenes that got out of hand. Mephisto used his ability to frighten when it suited him. Great for intimidating submissive women-and sometimes their dominants too. Far from blond and blue eyed, Mephisto was dark, with eyes so deep brown they appeared to be black. Mephisto was also well off, though not as wealthy as his friend. Clayton was rich enough not to care what people thought of his friends, and Mephisto, as the owner of an exclusive fetish club, was not in the habit of apologizing for his piercings, dreadlocks, or gothic style of dress. If the wait staff in the glossy, contemporary eatery found them an odd lunch pair, they were too well trained to show it. Not that Clayton Copeland would feel it in his very, very deep wallet.
Mephisto didn’t care to contemplate how much they’d set the man back. Clayton’s suit must have cost a cool five thousand, and his shoes. Late forties, with just a touch of gray in his blond hair. Mephisto scrutinized the gentleman sitting across from him, his friend and occasional lunch companion. Not in a romantic sense, because Mephisto wasn’t much into romance. Every time he saw them together, he knew they were meant to be. Mephisto didn’t begrudge them their happiness. Then Clayton Copeland showed up, and the whole matter had been lifted from his hands. Okay, she’d been a mess, but that had compelled him most of all. Pretty, dark haired, petite, and charmingly rough around the edges. She’d flirted with him in a skittish kind of way, and he’d found her appealing. In the beginning, when Mephisto first met Molly, he’d hoped she might be his.
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