Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 59044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
“Fine,” he said before another bottle of water appeared near my hand. “Drink that,” he demanded.
“I’m already floating,” I insisted.
“You need it,” he said as he took my plate away.
“Whatever,” I mumbled under my breath, but somehow, I found myself taking the bottle with me over to the living room where I sat and looked through my phone.
“What?” I asked, seeing him out of the corner of my eye, towering over me.
“You need to start telling me your schedule.”
“Why?” I asked, not looking up.
I swear the man made me feel like a little girl being brought down to the headmaster’s office when I looked at him and his disapproving eyes.
“Because it’s my job to keep an eye on you. I can only do that when I know what you will be up to.”
I guess that was reasonable.
“I’m getting my nails done at two.”
“Here or out somewhere?”
“Out. Then I’m going to dinner with Lilac Jones.”
“The influencer?” he asked, surprising me enough to glance up, seeing nothing but distaste on his handsome face.
“Yes.”
“Fine,” he said.
“Then I am going to the club tonight.”
“You’re shitting me,” he said.
“If you have a problem with the job, quit,” I offered.
“Being a brat isn’t going to work with me,” he told me, and somehow those words made my belly shiver.
“I’m offering you an out of a position you clearly don’t want. If you don’t like the clubs, this is not the job for you. And I have news for you,” I said, getting to my feet, purposely leaving my bottle of unopened water on the couch as I did so, “you are really going to disapprove of this club.”
It wasn’t that I made it a point to go to sex clubs.
In fact, I’d only ever been to one. I’d happened into it by mistake with a friend. And while we’d seen… some things, it hadn’t been anything crazy. We’d backed right out because, quite frankly, we’d been unprepared for it.
But that was kind of the point.
The novelty.
The story.
There was no shortage of sex clubs in the city. Some were kind of a free-for-all, letting in any Joe off the street.
I had no interest in a place anyone could go.
SVNT was an elite club.
The kind that vetted the people who wanted to attend.
For attractiveness.
For reputation.
For your ability to pay the hefty entrance fee.
I would not only have to pay for myself, Drea, and Di, but my bodyguard as well.
They wouldn’t have had a chance to vet him, but exceptions would be made.
No one turned me away.
First, because of my father and his wealth.
But also because of the publicity I brought with me. Good or bad, depending on my mood.
I said nothing else to the guard as I made my way to my room. And his pride seemed to prevent him from asking.
It made him moody and silent as he followed me around, though, always looming in the corner of a room, looking miserable and more than mildly threatening.
As the day wore on, I got more and more excited at the prospect of his shock and anger when we pulled up to the nondescript club with its simple, understated sign, through its thick wooden front door, where I’d needed to have a few words with the manager about my unexpected guest, then into a lobby where we had to lock up our phones, and, finally, into the club itself.
And right there, ten feet in front of us, was a woman becoming ‘airtight’—one dick in each hole.
Right behind my shoulder, the bodyguard was close enough to me for me to hear him suck in his breath.
“Absolutely fucking not,” he growled in my ear, his warm breath tickling the shell of my lobe, making a strange shiver course through me.
“Then leave,” I offered, linking my arm through Drea’s and Di’s arms, and moving into the club.
I had no idea at the time that I’d just royally fucked up.
And that Julian was scheming up ways to make me pay for it.
CHAPTER FIVE
Julian
SVNT.
I had no idea what the fuck that could possibly be. And judging from the blank look on Eric the driver’s face, he had no clue either as he pulled the car up, then rushed out to open the door for the girls.
I wasn’t exactly thrilled that Drea, the girl who’d been so sick the night before, was out again. But found myself glad that Leona, the pixie-chick, was gone.
While waiting for Scarlet to wake up, I’d spent some time scrolling through not only her, but all her friends’ social media profiles.
Save for the chick she’d ended up having dinner with—Lilac—Scarlet was definitely the most followed, loved, and hated of her group.
Drea seemed to be a part-time model. Which made her too-thin body make more sense. However, according to the comments on her posts, no one thought she would be a model if not for her actress mother and her pull in certain circles.