Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 102970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
It’s a picture of him standing behind a bar making a drink. He’s looking up at the camera. He’s got his bleach-blond tips standing straight up. A barbell in his right brow and he’s licking his upper lip. The status says let me serve you.
“Fuck!” Jasmine takes the phone from me. “He’s hot as fuck. I’ll take one for the team.”
Haven and I laugh. “We don’t need you to sleep with him,” I say.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
EMILEE
AN HOUR LATER, we’re walking into Seven Deadly Sins. The music is pounding, and the place is packed. I’m not surprised. The one in Chicago was always the same. It was in an industrial part of town, with nothing but abandoned warehouses surrounding it, but everyone knew what it was and where it was located. Sometimes I’d have to text Josh and tell him that I was there, and he would let me in through the back because of the long line around the building.
Grabbing Jasmine’s hand, I drag her to the bar. She hangs on to Haven. Pushing our way through, I come up to the bar and see Josh over in the far corner with his back to me. He’s bent over pouring alcohol into a glass.
I lean over the bar and scream as loud as I can. “JOSH!” Hoping he hears me.
He straightens and spins around. His green eyes meet mine, and a huge smile spreads across his face. “Lee!” He shouts my nickname. He pushes up the door at the end of the bar, comes around, and wraps his arms around me, picking my feet up off the floor. “Oh my God.” He places me back down. “What in the fuck are you doing in New York?” he asks loudly over the music.
“I could ask you the same thing.” I laugh. It’s nice to see him. He was more of a friend than a fuck. We hung out all the time. We’d go shopping, to dinner, movies. He was my best friend. My only friend in Chicago. Seeing him now reminds me of how much I miss him.
“I’m here for the weekend. But may be moving here,” he answers.
“That’s awesome,” I say not really sure what to do now or how to act. I never told him I was leaving. Or about my mother. I just quit answering his calls, and he quit reaching out.
“Did you move here?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Just here with some friends.” I gesture to Jasmine and Haven.
He introduces himself and then he asks us what we’d like to drink before returning back behind the bar. Moments later, he’s placing three shots of Crown in front of me. Apparently, we’re here to get fucked up if you ask Jasmine. She had placed our order.
We each down ours, and she’s ordering more.
TITAN
I stand in the middle of this freak show. When it comes to sex, I’ll try anything on a woman, but I draw a line when it comes to one wanting to parade me around like a dog on a leash with a gag in my mouth. I can’t say that for the others who are at Kink tonight.
We’ve been here for over three hours and gotten nowhere.
Nite, Luca, and Avery are upstairs at the nightclub keeping lookout. Bones, Tristan, and I are downstairs. He was able to get us down here. We had to act interested. Well, I did. I think Bones is into this scene. I can’t say I’d bring Emilee here because I don’t like the idea of strangers watching us. That’s why we have The Palace back at Kingdom. It gives the client and their queen privacy. Here, you have a lot of eyes on you.
Like right now, we stand in a room. The silver plaque above the door we entered said the Gallery. We stand in the back, up against the wall. There are five rows of seats in front of us, ten seats in each row. A glass is all that separates us from a room. A woman enters a door in the back.
She comes to the center and removes her black robe. She’s completely naked underneath. She looks to be early thirties. Her black hair is down and over her shoulders, hiding her rather small tits. She comes to the center of the room and spreads her legs wide. There are ropes secured to the silver rings on the floor. She places each ankle in one and pulls them tight. Then she looks up at the two ropes that hang from the ceiling. One by one, she secures her own wrists in them. Once she accomplished what she wants, she stares at us through the glass.
“Can she see us?” Bones asks softly.
“No,” Tristan answers. “The glass is a two-way mirror.”
“Why is she just standing there?” I wonder.
“She is waiting for someone to come play with her.”