A small part of me regretted not being in a position to walk inside the club with my spouse tucked beneath my arm. Although I was once a Dom and there used to be no denying that, I was a man in love, and I used to be proud of the feisty little Italian spitfire I called mine.
The foyer of Taboo hadn’t changed much, with its darkish walls, faint sound of music, and the smell of s*x. A man, one I knew well, stood in the back of the waist-high desk, flipping via a book. He looked up as quickly as the door closed at the back of us.
“James?” Alpha Seiko narrowed his eyes. “Is that you?”
“It is,” I said, stepping ahead to shake his hand. “Good to see you, Alpha Seiko.”
He seemed precisely the equal as he had the closing time I noticed him, nearly twenty years ago. The only aspect specific was
