Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
She gives me a beaming smile, her eyes quickly darting to something behind her desk before coming back to me. “Hi there, you’re Aspen, right? You came in with your friend last week.”
“Yes, that’s right,” I tell her before cringing. “I’m sorry if this isn’t how things are usually done, but I met someone last week, and he invited me to come back, and I . . . shit. This is embarrassing. I don’t even know his name or what he looked like, or if it’s even okay for me to be here.”
The woman laughs. “It’s okay. You wouldn’t believe just how common that actually is. Let me put in a call and see what I can do.”
She gives me a sugary-sweet smile, and I take a step back from her desk as she picks up her phone and dials a number. There’s a short silence in the reception area, and as she waits for whoever to answer the call, it occurs to me that she could be waiting for him to answer.
My stomach twists with nerves, but I try to keep any evidence of it from my face as her tone cuts through the silence. “Hey, it’s Casey,” she says, her gaze flicking to something behind her desk before glancing up at me once again.
There’s another pause. “Yes, that’s right.” She starts typing something into her computer, a strange curiosity flashing in her eyes. “But I thought you said—Oh, okay. Sure thing. I’ll send her through.”
Relief pounds through my veins, and as Casey hangs up the phone, her gaze sweeps to me again. She stands behind her desk with a fake smile and lifts her hand. I recognize the stamper for the gold moth pinched between her fingers. “Your wrist please.”
I step into the side of the reception desk and immediately offer my wrist. She presses the gold stamp to my skin, and I can’t help but watch as she pulls it away, leaving the perfect imprint of the moth against my wrist. A small smile pulls at my lips. The last time I wore this stamp, Austin and Izaac were staring at me in horror. It’s insane to think how much has gone down since then.
Casey puts the stamper away before moving out from around her desk. “Right this way,” she says, waving toward the main entrance to the club.
“Oh . . . umm. Don’t I need to sign paperwork and get a wristband?”
“That won’t be required today,” she tells me, her smile faker than the Rolex Austin wears. Maybe I was so caught up with everything last week that I didn’t take the time to notice how insincere she seemed. “When you enter the club, please head down to the VIP bar and make yourself comfortable. Perhaps try one of our frozen Daiquiris. We’re trialing a new recipe and in my opinion, they’re absolutely delicious.”
“I uhh . . . yeah. Okay.”
“Wonderful,” she says, striding to the door and reaching for the handle. She pulls it open and waves me inside, but I find myself pausing.
Glancing back at Casey, I cringe, feeling like an idiot. “You don’t happen to know his name, do you?” I ask. “I feel so stupid. I was so caught up in the moment last week that I didn’t even think to ask, and before it even occurred to me, it was already far too late.”
Casey gives me a tight smile. “Unfortunately, I can’t disclose the information of our members. I’m sure you understand.”
“Yes, of course,” I say, shaking my head. “I’m sorry.”
“No need to be sorry, just go in there and have a good time.”
Not wanting to waste another minute, I walk through the door and into the main club, the loud, pulsing music instantly vibrating through my chest. A smile pulls at my lips. How is it that I’ve only been here once before and already it feels like home? There’s just something so right about it.
Up until I found this club, my life was predictable and boring. I lived within the confines of what my family expected of me, but here, wrapped in the glimmering lights and seductive music, anything feels possible. My only limitations are the boundaries I set for myself, and nothing has ever excited me more. Walking this club and taking it in only ramps up the tension that I’m so desperate to release, and despite not having Becs by my side, I’m more comfortable knowing exactly what’s in store for me.
My gaze sweeps through the club, taking in the insane scenes filling every corner. The threesomes. The orgies. The woman taking a cock so deep down her throat it’s practically in her stomach. And instead of stopping and chilling at the bar as everything unfolds around me, I head straight to the stairs leading down to the VIP lounge.