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    Tailor Made
    Tailor Made
    Tailor Made
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    Tailor Made

    By Rye Hart

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    I've had my share of fakes.
    Fake deals. Friends. Lovers.
    The sum total of my bank account was the only thing I counted on.
    Then, I ran into the one real thing in my world: Aria.
    Her family and I have a rivalry - but she will be mine.


    I own a chunk of the Manhattan skyline.
    Billions in the bank.
    VIP access to the most sought-after clubs.
    I know. It's all so very...
    Cliché.
    It was.
    Until that night at Club Expose.
    She walked into my world like a hurricane.
    I nearly bashed her ex-boyfriend's skull in.
    No man has the right to abuse a woman.
    Now, I can't get those irresistible lips and curves out of my head.
    And, she's more genuine than all the gold-diggers around here.
    She doesn't care about my money.
    Her father is one of the wealthiest men in Manhattan.
    And the most crooked.
    After a shady deal, I'd sworn never to share the same air with him.
    But when keeping my word means losing the one real thing to happen to me, I'm left with the biggest decision of my life.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRye Hart
    Release dateNov 2, 2020
    ISBN9781393847274
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      Tailor Made - Rye Hart

      Chapter One

      Gabriel

      I sat there leaning back in the white leather chair in the corner, watching all the sexy women looking for their next victim. The Expose Club on a Saturday night was the place to be, and with the gold card I was rolling between my fingers, I was sure to get my dick wet at some point. The girls knew what they were looking for when they came to the private third floor of the club. There was a handful of us billionaires who had a gold key, and we went there for discreet, erotic fucking, and nothing more. Tonight, was my night to snag one of these bitches and release some of the severe anxiety I had been dealing with.

      Across the dance floor, shaking her ass back and forth and laughing at whatever her friends were saying, was a naughty redhead. She was wearing a tight red spandex dress that barely cupped her ass cheeks, and the front dipped down to her belly button. Her tits were obviously fake, as gravity wasn’t affecting them at all. She glanced over at me and bit her lip, signaling her interest. I nodded my head, and she turned, strutting over in her six-inch platform heels. I watched as her perfect curves shimmied with every step. She wasted no time getting close, and I wrapped my hand around her waist, pulling her close to me.

      Let’s go somewhere private, I whispered.

      She smiled and took me by the hand, leading me to one of the private rooms in the back. As soon as the door was shut, we were all over each other. I backed her into a wall and pulled her dress to her waist, rubbing my fingers through her pussy. She wasn’t wearing panties, and I could feel my cock filling up my pants. She smiled coyly before pushing me across the room, ramming me up against the wall on the other side by the door that leads to a hallway in the back. She ran her hands up my pants, and as she went to reach inside, I heard a banging sound against the wall, followed by two voices, one angry and the other pleading.

      I grabbed the redhead’s hands and listened closer, realizing that the girl on the other side just might be in trouble. I sighed, looking back at the redhead as she pulled her dress back down. I turned and flung the door open, stepping out into the hall. About five feet away was a large, muscular man with his hand around a woman’s throat. She looked terrified, and he looked pissed as hell. Her eyes shifted over to me, and a tear fell down her cheek.

      Hey, I shouted. Let go of her!

      Get lost, the guy replied, rolling his eyes and turning his attention back to the woman, squeezing her neck a little harder.

      I’ll get lost as soon as you take your hands off her, I replied, pushing the redhead back into the room.

      The woman, younger than me, with striking blue eyes, filled with fear as she stared over at me. It wasn’t my typical MO to get involved in shit like this, especially not within Expose, but this didn’t look like friendly play time between lovers. She was distraught, and something inside told me if I walked away, she may not have that same chance. The fear in her eyes did something to me, something inexplicable, but I knew I had to help her. I unbuttoned my jacket and took it off, handing it to the redhead. I rolled up my sleeves as I took a step forward.

      You have five seconds to get your hands off her, I said, starting to get angry.

      Or what? He scoffed at me with a laugh, which enraged me even more.

      I stood there staring at him, counting down in my head. I wasn’t confident what I would do if he didn’t let her go, but I knew that I couldn’t just sit there and let this happen. This wasn’t normal sex play, and the girl was not a regular, at least not on this floor. She was too gorgeous for me not to have noticed her before. Finally, after a few seconds, the guy growled, releasing his grip on her and pushing her to the ground. I knew I should probably go pick her up, but I was already more involved than I wanted to be. I figured if he let her go she would be okay and I could go back to what I was doing. I turned and started to roll my sleeves back down, walking to the room. As I took my third step, I flew forward, trying to catch myself before hitting the ground. The son of a bitch had pushed me.

      You think you’re a tough guy? Stupid fucking rich boy, the guy said, watching me climb to my feet.

      "I know I’m a tough guy," I said stepping forward with clenched fists, letting one fly across his face.

      He staggered backward, grabbing his cheek and steadying himself. Growling angrily, he looked up at me, showing me that he wasn’t ready to back down. Before he could plan his next move, I bolted forward and tackled him around the waist, taking him to the ground. The girls screamed, and the floor shook as his big body crashed down. We wrestled for several moments before I hooked my legs around his waist and rolled over on top of him. As if all the rage from my world came flooding into me at once, I reared back and slammed my fist into his face. Then my other hand came crashing down, and I repeated this over and over again as if I no longer had control of my body.

      That’s enough, the beautiful dark-haired girl whispered, putting her hand gently on my shoulder.

      With her touch, my mind snapped out of it, and I looked down at the dude laying beneath me. His face was bloodied, and he groaned, obviously too far gone to fight back. I nodded my head and stood up, grabbing the girl and wrapping my arms around her. I could feel her heart begin to slow and as I released, two bouncers rounded the corner.

      What’s this?

      He saved that girl, the redhead said, stepping out with my coat. The big guy was beating up on the girl and this man saved her.

      A crowd had started to gather behind the guards and they looked on in rich boy horror. I had blood on my fists and I stepped away from the girl and toward the bouncers. They were looking around at everyone, trying to make better sense of what happened.

      She’s telling the truth, the dark-haired beauty yelled out. He had me by the neck. I don’t know what I would have done if his guy hadn’t come to help when he did.

      Well, the head bouncer said, I guess that makes you a bit of a hero then.

      The people behind them all began to clap and cheer as the bouncer moved around me and picked up the asshole and started to carry him away. I looked up at the head bouncer, Jimmy, who usually worked the front door. He was a foot taller than me, bald, tattooed, and had a long biker style goatee. He knew all of us billionaires who went in and out of the club, and he always had our backs. He patted me on the shoulder and winked, walking away. The redhead walked over and handed me my jacket with a smile. I put my arm around her shoulder and chuckled, realizing I went from horny to superhero in 2.5 seconds.

      The crowd of people started shaking my hand and patting me on the back, congratulating me on saving the day. It wasn’t a hard choice, anyone would have done the same thing. Well, I guess on that floor it was a bit different, and most of the rich assholes who frequented it turned their heads at just about everything. We all started walking back into the main area, but before I turned the corner, I stopped and looked back. The girl was gone.

      In the commotion, she had slipped right out the back stairwell, and I didn’t blame her. It was obvious that was not her first encounter with that douche canoe. He had probably been beating on her for months. She was a beautiful woman, and her striking blue eyes and the dark hair cascading around her face was burned into my mind. I didn’t even have a chance to find out her name. Not that it really mattered—I doubted I would ever see her again.

      The redhead grabbed onto my arm and looked up at me, smiling. I smiled back and glanced one last time down the hallway before turning and walking back to the dance floor. One thing was for sure, that one little

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