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DAMON
The woman in my arms seemed to have quietened down from her crying but I still wondered who had dared put tears in her eyes.
I wanted to know so that I could bash their head in.
I kicked open the door to the room and helped her into a chair.
“Thank you” She muttered softly.
I reached for the bottle of water on the table and gave it to her, watching with interest as she drank.
My eyes trailed to her choice of clothing for the night.
There was no way she had come here dressed in that knowing what my club stood for.
I had opened Club Amouré for one thing and one thing only… s*x.
I excused myself to the bathroom for the first aid box and then came back out to see she was done drinking the water.
“Thank you” She said again, her eyes fixed on the wall above my head.
I got on her knees in front of her and made to reach for her ankle before she jerked back like I had struck her.
“Sorry… I… sorry” She muttered.
What was that? I thought.
Why was she so fidgety?
“Are you going to tell me what happened?” I asked as I touched her ankle softly, careful not to spook her. I pressed down looking for anything that might be broken.
There was nothing so I figured it was just sprained.
“I followed Jamie…my fiance here” She answered.
Fiance.
I wondered why that brought a pang of jealousy to my chest. Where was her f*****g fiance now?
“Did he hurt you?” I stared at her face waiting for a response.
Her eyes flickered to me in surprise.
“No, not in the way you are implying it. He was… he had no idea I followed him”
Oh… now this was getting interesting.
“I saw the invite in his jacket and I thought he would tell me about it but he did not and so I followed him to see what he is getting up to and I…”
Her voice faltered almost like she was trying hard not to recall what she saw.
“I saw him in a glass box”
Fuck, I thought. If she was talking about the cage then I knew exactly what she had seen.
“Your fiance has a fetish for wanting to be watched while f*****g” I told her.
I saw the color rise in her cheeks at my use of such words and suddenly I wanted to teach her… ruin her… I wanted to watch her cheeks stain over and over again as I whispered dirty words into her ears.
I could bet she would color so badly if she was aware of the full extent of my vocabulary.
I cleared my throat and set her foot down.
“Why?” She asked.
“Why?” I echoed.
“Why would anyone want to be watched…making love”
I grinned at the way she had paused before going for the safest word to describe s*x. How fun it would be to see her let loose.
No… I stopped myself. She is engaged to be married.
For God’s sake she just saw her fiance getting f****d in public so the last thing I should be doing is imagining her naked.
“It depends and I think you should have this conversation with your fiance about what he likes instead of stalking him?”
She colored again.
“I did not mean to…”
“I am sure you did not but you should know that people have certain things they want done to them that are hard to explain and this club offers those varieties. These people are known as Patrons”
I got to my feet before she could respond.
“Your ankle will be fine. I have it bandaged and it should hurt for a day or two but nothing fatal. I am going to leave the key card to this room with you and I will make sure you are not disturbed or anything by anyone.”
“Thank you so much for your help”
I nodded and turned away from her.
“Are you a patron too?” she asked.
I turned around to gaze at her, committing her oval shaped face and beautiful, innocent doe eyes to memory before I walked out, not answering her question.
…
I took the stairs two at a time, intent on finding her fiance.
She had called him Jamie.
True enough, he was still in the glass cage but this time around with two men.
Poor girl, I thought. She had no idea the extent of her fiance’s s****l pleasures.
I gestured to the bodyguard to get him out for me.
Jamie was helped to his feet and I watched as he grumbled about the interruption but allowed himself be escorted to me.
“Jamie?” I asked.
His eyes opened in surprise
“How do you know my name? I made sure to use a fake name”
“That does not matter but you should talk to your fiance about your fetishes and sexuality”
The man looked at me like I had slapped him in the face.
“What is the meaning of this? How do you know about…”
“Jamie!” I snapped.
That seemed to shut him up.
“You should tell her.”
“I cannot”
“Yes, you can”
“You don’t understand. She would not understand what it means for me to want to have multiple s****l partners. She and I have never even…” He sighed at this. “I need this club”
“Then maybe you should not string her along? I will have my guard escort you home. I think you have had enough for one night”
“No, you cannot… who the hell do you think you are!”
“The club owner and I want you to leave”
The fire that had been in his eyes died.
I gestured to Adrian, the guard.
“Get him his clothes and make sure he is out of here”
“Yes boss”
I sighed, suddenly feeling the need to check up on the woman.
I went back down and straight to the room.
It was empty.
There was a note in what I guessed was her handwriting.
It read
“Thank you for helping me and I don’t think I can ever repay you. I will take your advice and speak to my fiance. Love, Lily”
I stared at the name, grabbed the note and sped outside my club hoping to catch a glimpse of her but there was nothing except the roar in my ears and the whisper of her name deep in the recess of my f****d up mind.
Lily.
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