Nathan The Billionaire: The Complete Series (A Navy SEAL Bad Boy Alpha Billionaire Romance)

by Claire Adams

  “I think I know how to handle myself in a strip club, Jackson. I was single only a few months ago.”

  “I know, Chase, I just wanted to make sure we were both on the same page.”

  We made it through the entrance without much excitement. The bouncer simply asked to see our identification and then went over the basic rules of the club. Basically, don’t touch the girls unless you’re in a private lap dance room. He also suggested tipping well if we wanted any of the women’s undivided attention.

  “How about we just have a seat and check things out for a little bit?” Chase asked.

  “Yeah, over there looks good.”

  The club was packed, but we found two seats near the front. It wasn’t ideal since we would have our backs to a lot of people, but it was good to help us blend in. If we could just look like normal guys hanging out in the club, that would be our best chance at getting to know the girls and seeing who might actually know who Ana is.

  “I haven’t been to a strip club in years,” I said to Chase as we sat down.

  “Don’t worry, I have.”

  Chase looked really comfortable in the club, and I wasn’t about to ask him why he had been going to strip clubs so much in Atlanta. It had likely been where he started to get himself into trouble and took hard money loans out that he couldn’t pay back. I was just happy to see him doing well and out of trouble. It was nice to see him settled down with Jordan, even though it seemed a bit quick for my taste.

  “Can I get you boys something to drink?” a sexy ass brunette asked.

  She was dressed in a tight pair of cut-off shorts and a tiny plaid shirt that was tied right around her large breasts. It was impossible to look her in the eyes, but I assumed that was the point of the whole outfit. I instantly had to wonder why she was serving instead of dancing. Most of the servers had a few extra pounds or were really shy. But this girl had a rocking body and bubbly personality, it was a red flag to me and I took a mental note.

  “I’d like to get a bottle of Grey Goose,” I said and handed her three hundred dollars in cash.

  “It’s only two hundred for the bottle,” she said.

  “Then the other hundred is for you, darling.”

  She smiled at me and turned to get our drinks. As an investigator, I knew that the waitress was often the best starting point for who I would need to talk with later in the evening. Making friends with her would easily get me more information. Plus, throwing extra cash at a waitress didn’t draw as much attention from the bouncers as it did when you monopolized a dancer’s time.

  “Now, welcome to the stage, Roxy!” the announcer called over the intercom.

  The lights dimmed and the music increased in intensity as the dancer took to the stage. I could hear the click of her heels on the floor and focused on her intently as the lights came up for her to dance.

  “Hello, Roxy,” Chase said as he turned his chair toward the stage.

  “You’re married.”

  “I can look. I just can’t touch.”

  “Oh, is that the rules of marriage nowadays?”

  “Shut up and watch the show.”

  I couldn’t argue with Chase about watching the show. As Roxy came out on the stage, I could see why the crowd exploded with excitement. She was voluptuous and sexy as hell. Her red hair was pulled up and she had on a tight pencil skirt and jacket. It was some sort of naughty teacher costume and even I wished I was a student in her erotic classroom.

  As the music played, Roxy took control of the entire audience, including Chase and me. She mesmerized us and we couldn’t look away. There was a power in her eye contact and she seemed to be able to make direct contact with each one of us all at the same time. Somewhere during the show, our drinks were delivered and I hadn’t even seen the waitress drop the bottle off. I was slightly sad I had missed an opportunity to flirt with her and gain an edge in my investigation.

  Roxy’s show was fantastic. She had to be racking in the money at the club. Her fans were all cheering and even new guys, like us, had instantly become fans. When it was time to finish her dance, thousands of dollars had been thrown onto the stage when the stagehands swept it up for her. I could see how the dancing lifestyle would be addictive for a woman. One dance and flirting with some guys and she had made around $1,000. Not to mention what she would make in the private lap dances that guys would buy from her during the rest of the evening.

  The stage crew got ready for the next act and it was time for the waitresses to come around to the tables and make sure we had all that we needed. Our brunette waitress came to us first, likely because of the large tip I had already given her.

  “You boys doing alright?”

  “Yes, ma’am. Thank you so much. You know a friend of mine said he saw a dancer here named Ana a few weeks ago. Do you know what time she will be on?”

  I could tell by the woman’s face that she knew Ana. Her look instantly went from pleasant and sultry to sad. Over the years, I had learned to read the slight changes in people’s faces to help me determine if they were telling me the truth or not.

  “Ana doesn’t work here anymore. She only danced once, though.”

  “Oh, that’s weird. Do you know where she is working now?”

  “No.”

  The waitress turned and left so quickly I couldn’t even squeeze in another question. She knew more than she was letting on – I just needed to figure out what it was..

  Another couple of dancers came and left the stage, and our waitress never came back to help us. I figured I had scared her off with my talk about Ana, but at least we knew we were in the right location.

  “A thousand dollars and come with me to the private room. I’ll tell you about Ana.”

  It was Roxy, the sexy red-haired dancer who had blown us all away on the stage just a little bit before. I didn’t question her at all. I grabbed a thousand dollars from Chase and followed Roxy as she started through the club toward the private rooms in the back.

  As she grabbed my hand and led me through the crowd, I felt my body involuntarily react to her touch. It had been a really long time since a woman as sexy as she was had touched my hand or any other part of my body. Not that I hadn’t had plenty of women since Rose’s death, but none of them had been as spectacular to look at as this red-haired bombshell.

  “What do you like?” Roxy asked me as we walked past some bouncers at the entrance to the rooms.

  “Oh, anything you want to give me,” I said, as I played the part.

  “I’ll give you a great time,” she said and then leaned over to the bouncer. “High roller, give me privacy.”

  The bouncer nodded his understanding and then eyed me from head to toe. I must have passed his test, and he turned back toward the crowd rather quickly.

  As Roxy shut the door behind us, she leaned in close to me and whispered.

  “Camera in the corner, play the part. No audio.”

  I instantly grabbed her ass, and she pulled my hands off and guided me to the couch on the other side of the room. The touch of her body pressed up against mine had already engorged me. It was involuntary and nothing I could resist. It was going to be hard as hell to stay focused enough to ask her the questions I needed to.

  The music was thumping an erotically slow sound and her touch was sensual. I needed information on Ana though, and I couldn’t risk losing the opportunity.

  “Did you know Ana?” I asked as I sat back on the couch and let my arms rest on the back.

  “Let’s get something straight. I’m not about to get involved in any of this. If you are actually trying to find Ana, I’ll help you. But you need to know that my name cannot be brought up at all.”

  She danced and moved in front of me while she talked and the mix of seductive body movements and harsh conversation was surprisingly funny to me. I couldn’t help but smile and laugh.

  “Oh, alright, Roxy. I’ll keep your name out of things. What do you know? Where can I find her?”

  “My name is
Roxanne, and it’s not that easy to find her. Stephano took her into hiding because he’s got a big buyer on the line for her.”

  “So, he’s going to sell her? When?”

  “I’m not sure. But she’s a sweet girl. She was my friend and I’d really like to help you find her. But Stephano will kill me if he knows I’m helping you.”

  “He won’t know.”

  Roxanne continued to dance seductively in front of me and then moved toward me and let her ass slide onto my lap. I played the part and tried to touch her again, just to let her push my hands away. I knew if they had cameras in the room, they expected that a high roller like me would want more than a lap dance.

  “Touch my tits,” Roxanne whispered as she leaned back against me.

  I obliged her and did as she said. This time, she didn’t move my hands away from her. This time, she let me play with her top, so I unclipped the bra and threw it to the ground. My hands glided over her double D-sized breasts and for a minute, I got caught up in the moment.

  She leaned her head back against me and her hips grinded on my hard cock, but I tried to stay focused. I had a job to do and even a sexy ass redhead like Roxanne wasn’t going to keep me from it.

  “What happened?”

  “She danced one night here. He showed the tape to some international clients and one of them liked her. They plan to come here and see her at the end of the month and paid Stephano to keep her out of circulation.”

  “Do you have some ideas where she might be?” I asked as I let my fingers squeeze her nipples between them.

  For a moment, I thought she might have been getting into our game as she moaned and pressed harder against me. I let one of my hands move down to her G-string and slide inside. I expected her to move my hand, but I was delighted when she did nothing. The wet touch of her body sent every sensation in mine into overdrive.

  “We can’t talk here. 1820 Green Street, apartment number 10. Come by early in the morning and we can talk more.”

  She grabbed my hand as she stood up and then I watched as she took my fingers into her mouth and slid down onto her knees. Everything in my body froze while I watched her eyes look up at me as she slid her lips around my fingers and moved her head in the same motion she would if she had been sucking on my cock.

  “I’ll be there at seven,” I said.

  I assumed it had all been an act for the cameras and she was just giving me the same treatment as any other high roller. The act was fantastic, though, and I wanted to bend her over the bench and fuck her right there. It had been a long time since I had lusted after a woman and the thoughts were not something I was comfortable with just yet.

  Roxanne stood up and walked out of the room. She left me sitting on the couch with a rock hard cock and wondering what the hell had just happened. Bewildered and enormously excited, I made my way back out to Chase.

  “We can go.”

  “What? Already?” Chase asked disappointedly.

  “Yeah, I got a lead while you were out here ogling all the women.”

  “I get to look, but not touch. It’s all I could do,” Chase laughed as we left the club.

  Chapter 2

  ROXANNE

  He was cute, but his pretty boy looks and money did not induce confidence that he would be able to help find Ana. Normally, if an investigator type had been sniffing around the club for one of the girls, I wouldn’t get involved. It really wasn’t my business. The world wasn’t set up to take care of us and I wasn’t about to risk my own well-being to get involved in the life of someone I didn’t know.

  Ana was different, though. Ana had been placed with me in my apartment shortly after she arrived in town. She had been scared, and I had comforted her. It was the first time I had seen the whole process up close and personal. I had been working for Stephano for five years, but it had been me who came to him for help. I was 18 years old at the time and I wanted money. Not the kind of money I could make working at the local mall – I wanted to be rich. Stephano helped me get what I wanted.

  Sure, I knew I wasn’t rich in the traditional sense of the word. I still lived in an apartment and didn’t have a fancy mansion with a swimming pool. But I had plenty of money to get me by each month, name brand clothing, and trips to the spa each week. For me, this was rich enough for now.

  Stephano wasn’t all bad. He took girls off the street and gave them something a little better. It was the girls’ responsibility to decide how much better they wanted their life to be. I actually didn’t fault him for taking advantage, he was a businessman and that’s what they did. But it didn’t mean I needed to stay around and be taken advantage of. I had big plans for my life and they didn’t involve Stephano.

  Unfortunately, I didn’t realize just how dangerous it would be to ever consider changing my life. I wasn’t just making money for myself, I made just as much money for Stephano and he wasn’t going to let his little cash queen leave him. So, I had stopped thinking that a new life was even possible. My whole focus had to be on making him happy so he could trust me and let me make some of my own decisions.

  Over the last year, I had fought for some independence. I got my own apartment without his security system to watch me. I had my own security system now. I had my dog named Bull. He was a huge Rottweiler and not anything that Stephano could tap into or trick to working for him. Bull loved me and fought to protect me whenever necessary.

  On the night that Stephano showed up at my house to drop off Ana, I knew I had to take her in. Bull barked to warn that someone had arrived, but he instantly calmed when I opened the door and Ana was there. He liked her and, therefore, I liked her.

  Ana had looked scared when she stood in my doorway – more scared than I had ever remembered feeling when I had first gotten involved with Stephano. I wasn’t sure at the time where she was from or what she had been through up to that point. All I knew was that Bull liked her and that meant she was a good person and I should try and do my best to help her.

  Bull didn’t like Stephano. I’m sure he felt the fear the man brought to my body when he was around. I’m sure my sweet dog felt the terror that still sat deep down in my soul for such a horrible man. Even though I had grown and gotten away from his hold a little bit, I was still clearly held captive by him.

  Luckily, I didn’t fear that Stephano would hurt me as much as I once did. Things between us had calmed down, and I tried to show him I knew my place around him. I gave him his cut of my private lap dances and made sure he knew I was there to make him money. As long as his money kept rolling in, I wouldn’t have to worry. But the second I wasn’t delivering him cash, he would turn nasty again, I was sure of it.

  When the knock came at my door around 7 o’clock in the morning, I knew it was the man I had met at the club. It was dangerous to have him come to my apartment. Not for me, but it for him.

  I had been up most of the night and wanted to sleep, but first I needed to see what this man knew about Ana. She was the only one of Stephano’s girls that I had actually grown attached to. I assumed she had already been sold off, but I didn’t know for sure. Maybe this man would have more information or maybe the information I had would be helpful to him. But I hoped he hadn’t been followed by Stephano because that would make life very unsafe for the man at my door.

  Bull started to bark and I told him it was alright, “I invited them over. Shhh, it’s okay, Bull,” I said.

  He sat near me as I opened the peephole and looked out. My Bull was a good dog. I would know right away if the people at my door were good or not simply by the way he reacted to them. Dogs had the ability to sense the good in people, as well as the bad. If my dog didn’t like someone that I thought was alright, I listened to my dog. He had much better sense than I did.

  “It’s Jackson, from the club. This is Ana’s friend Jordan and her husband, Chase. Chase is my brother, that’s how I got involved in all this. Can we come in?” the man called through the door.

  I smiled at the long explanation J
ackson gave for who everyone was and why they were all there. He was such a cute guy that in any other circumstances, I would have tried to flirt with him for sure. Slowly, I opened the door a crack to see how Bull would react to the group. He sniffed them and seemed calm, so I let them all in.

  “He’s friendly if you’re not here to hurt me.”

  “No, ma’am. We just need help finding Ana,” the man named Chase said.

  Bull sniffed around the two men and then moved to the girl. He liked her a lot and instantly went to her. I couldn’t help but remember how he had been toward Ana. It was almost exactly the same. When Ana had arrived, I couldn’t keep Bull away from her. He had even tried to sleep in front of her door. I felt like he could tell she needed protecting. I wasn’t exactly sure why Bull liked Jordan so much, though; she obviously had plenty of protection in Jackson and Chase.

  Bull followed Jordan for a minute as we walked over to the couches, then he moved back over to sit next to me. I was relieved that Bull liked everyone, and I felt much more comfortable talking to them about what I knew.

  “Thank you for letting us come visit. I’m Jackson, by the way,” the cute, blond muscular guy from the previous night said.

  “I don’t know how much help I can be. Stephano is really good at what he does. I’ve seen dozens of girls brought over here and either forced to work or sold to the highest bidder.”

  “Whatever you can do is much appreciated. I haven’t seen or heard from my friend in months,” Jordan said.

  I knew Jordan right away by her long, dark brown hair and sweet smile. Ana had talked about her and how worried she must be. We had tried to call Jordan to get help for Ana, but her number had been disconnected. I could see that Jordan had had much better luck in the man she chose from the website. Chase, Jordan’s husband, appeared very wealthy by the clothing he was wearing. He also seemed to really care about her. Simply by watching their body language, I could tell he was a good guy.

  “She was a nice girl; I’ll do what I can. But just talking to you puts me in danger. What questions do you have? I’ll try to answer them,” I said as I looked back and forth between Chase and Jackson.