Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
She’s described Verge in her world of fiction.
She’s been there before.
I frown and stare at my laptop.
Don’t do it, my head warns. Don’t do it. She’ll chew you out and play you for a fool. And hell, if you get roped into things with her… if anyone ever finds out what you’ve done to her…
But I can’t help it. I need to know.
I shoot her a reply email before my head explodes.
Thank you for your email, Giada. You’re a very good writer, and I’m impressed with the narrative structure of your work, as well as the flow of dialogue and vivid description.
There’s only one problem.
Did you take this from real life, or is this place a work of fiction? If it is real, you need to identify it. There are rules and regulations governing mention of real people, places, and things, and works of fiction depicting real life places without due credit could result in serious legal repercussions.
This is total bullshit. There really aren’t laws prohibiting her from describing a place that actually does exist, but the white lie is quite convenient for vetting out the truth.
I shut off my laptop and get to my feet.
I want to be the one to take her to Verge, but she’s already been there. How? As someone else’s sub? A flare of white-hot anger curls in my gut. I have no claim on the girl, but the idea of someone so young, so innocent, being dommed by anyone else makes me sick.
I remember the way she looked at me after I spanked her ass, her eyes half-lidded with arousal, the energy between us cracking like a live wire.
“Yes, Daddy.”
I need to find her.
For the second night in a row, I head to Verge. I barely greet Brax at the door, on a mission to comb this club until I find her, to track her down and find where she lives if need be.
“Hey, man.” Zack’s sitting at the counter with a beer, Beatrice kneeling obediently at his feet with her chain on again. She’s feisty as fuck, but I know that when she’s here, she likes the taste of humiliation. But the sight of her kneeling and collared reminds me of the scene Giada wrote, and I feel my teeth snap together as I clench my jaw. I nod at Zack, without saying anything. Travis pulls me a drink, pushes it to me across the bar, and I drink half of it in huge gulps.
Zack raises a brow.
“You good?”
“I’m good,” I say with a sigh. “But listen, man. Question for you. You know a girl by the name of Giada Romano who comes in here?”
Frowning, Zack shakes his head. “Nah. But you know half the people that come in here don’t use their real names on the floor. You looking for someone?”
As a detective for the NYPD, Zack can give me some answers if I need them.
Do I want to involve him, though?
I shake my head. “Nah, I’m good.”
He jerks his head behind me. “Tobias might be able to help,” he offers.
Tobias joins us at the bar. “What’s up?”
I ask him the same question. As club owner, he has a good tab on all the members here. He would know. He nods when I ask him about her name, stroking his chin, dark eyes focused on me.
“I might know her,” he says. “I don’t normally divulge the names of clients, though. No offense, man,” he says apologetically. “It’s just a company policy.”
Of course. I understand. I nod, then feel my phone buzz. Quickly, I scan the notification on my screen. My heartbeat quickens. It’s her. She’s replied to my email.
That’s a bluff, Professor. No one knows the name of the club I go to except you, anyway, and if they did, they have nothing on me. There are no regulations guarding this type of information in a work of fiction, and most especially an unpublished work.
No one knows the club but me?
Does she know I’m a member here?
“Not sure I need to look anything up,” Tobias says in my ear. “All I’ll tell you is, if you’re looking for her, you need to head to the dungeon.”
I know then. My purpose in coming here tonight. Why the universe saw fit to land her ass in my classroom. Why I’m back to Verge after months of separation, reunited with my friends and the lifestyle that’s become a part of who I am.
I know my purpose, and she’s waiting for me in the dungeon.
Chapter Five
Giada
I wait in the dungeon, filled with nervous anticipation. Is he here tonight? Will he come now that he knows I’m here? A part of me hopes he comes, and a part of me wishes he wouldn’t. I’m afraid of what will happen if he sees me here. How will I face him in class tomorrow?