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you a call when I land, then," Jax promised. "I'll be back before you know it."
    One of these days he'd be a big enough name that they'd book him the first class direct flights, but for now he had to suck it up and travel coach. Fame awaited, all he had to do was reach out and grasp it.
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Chapter 4
    Kade
    T he new girl — Nicole — was late. Kade looked down at the platinum watch on his wrist and sank down further against the padded bench of the limousine. The watch was worth more than most men made in a year, and certainly more valuable than any woman he had ever entertained in the back of his limo. It was worth more than Nicole would ever be. To the average guy, five minutes meant little. To Kade, five minutes was money wasted loitering. There were more lucrative ways to spend five minutes than to sit there waiting for a piece of ass, no matter how tasty.
    At last, she appeared. The apartment building, she walked out of was run down, an off-the-strip unit that needed to be brought into the twenty-first century, but the woman who stepped out from it was far from unsatisfactory. When he told Nicole he’d be taking her out that Friday night to welcome her to the UFL, he'd told her to dress for a night on the town. She did not disappoint. The dress she wore fell to her mid-thigh, the black skirt hugging her curves from her legs to her hips to the slender length of her torso, only cutting off right beneath the bust where it was met with a maroon top piece. The deep plunge of the halter top's V exposed the sides of her generous rounded breasts. Jewelry was not needed — Nicole's tits stole the show. Kade found himself craving to squeeze them as she moaned and cried for more. Would she be a screamer? He hoped so.
    Nicole stepped onto the sidewalk and looked down the street as though she didn't see the thirty-foot luxury vehicle idling before her eyes. Kade supposed he couldn't blame her. From the outside, the stretch limousine was no different than any other on the Vegas strip. Tinted windows concealed the vehicle's insides from nosy onlookers. The engine was quiet, the shocks and brakes fresh. Kade paid to keep the car well maintained, as he did the rest of his belongings. The only object he didn't care to overly invest in was women. With endless beautiful women all offering the same service, he saw little point. Pussy was disposable, and he was looking forward to breaking in his newest toy until he got bored.
    At last, she approached the limo. Kade adjusted his posture from the undignified slouch he'd been in to something far more professional. Respectable. No matter what he thought, every woman had to feel she was unique. Nicole would see his best side until he had her under his thumb, after that all bets were off. Some women stayed, lured in by the possibility the rich bad boy just might fall in love. Some left. Nicole, he thought, would probably stick around.
    The back door opened, and Nicole climbed in. From the way she awkwardly hunched, eyes wide as she took in the interior, Kade knew she'd never traveled in luxury before. The outside of the car might look like every other limo on the strip, but the inside didn’t. Kade's had been custom built to his specifications. Across from his long bench seat was a bar. An assortment of alcohol, from low percentage champagnes to scorching rums, filled the closed glass cabinets. A string of cool white LED lights lit up the glass cabinets and made them shine like crystal. Upscale, of course. Kade never bothered with anything he deemed beneath him. At least, never for long.
    "How is it that every time I see you, you look more stunning than the last?"
    Nicole set her gaze on him, unable to hide the content expression on her face. Most women were easy to play, and those that weren't, weren't worth having.
    "I hope what I'm wearing is okay. You were a little vague, and to be honest, I've never been out to celebrate with my boss before. If you need me to dress more conservatively, I