“Are you ready?”
The exterior of the warehouse in front of them looks bare and a little disappointing. Concrete bricks span at least three stories high, with no way inside except for a rustic metal door kept shut. Only the neon sign displayed above the entrance gives the passersby a clue of what kind of depravity goes on in the b**m club. In bright red, the word Dominatrix flashes on the facade, adorned with a devil’s tail and horns.
“Hell yeah.” Luke takes a drag of his cigarette, smoke swirling out in the air.
“You’re going to love it,” Ash assures him with a hand on his shoulder.
Luke puts the cigarette out on the bricks, taking the butt and inserting it back in its pack. “Are you really allowed to be here with me, though?”
Ash has been a different person since he started dating Pa
