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Chase glanced up, blowing a kiss to his wife and girlfriend as they waved from their elevated height.
“And what's their reasoning?” I said through clenched teeth as we sat at the curved bar to the right of the stage.
Reaching for a whisky tumbler, I swirled it before downing the liquid in one.
Lowering his bulk next to me, Chase did the same before narrowing his gaze on me. “You haven't held a men's night here for two months.” Chase held up a hand to stop me from replying, “Which is your right. However, with Finley's removal and two of the men threatening to retract their patronage because they miss the club... they have a point.”
“I've been busy.” I grinned when he winked at me.
What could I say? Chase knew the drill. He had tamed many a woman and had helped them to heal their demons, even after meeting his wife. She had been happy for him to expand his sexual repertoire once she’d introduced him to the world of BDSM. He’d created his own method of breaking someone down in order to build them back up. When we’d discussed it in our dorm, I’d quickly realised that I wanted to try his ways. And from the first moment I’d encased a wrist into a handcuff, I’d known that this was my kink.
“It does take a lot of time and effort to introduce them to this world,” Chase murmured as a woman wearing nothing but a guitar came onto the stage. “Oh, she’s new… and very pretty.”
Following his gaze, I appreciated her dark hair and even darker eyes, but I quickly looked back to him. I wasn't poly like him, despite my body’s betrayal when it had come to Chase’s wife and her friend. There was still work to be done to allow myself to bond with my angel completely. And that had been the reason I’d not held any men's nights; I’d been too busy working and taming Lola.
“Is there someone you can trust?” he asked, smiling up at the woman as she settled on a stall and leaned towards the microphone. “Who could run the nights for you? Just because this place is your baby, doesn’t mean someone else can't take care of it for a while.”
“If that’s your unsubtle way of hinting that you want the night’s back, I'll sort it.”
Watching the woman's hand strum the guitar, I stared as she started to sing. Her voice was heavenly, soft and deep as she sang a melody about fear and sadness. The other men grew quiet as they heard her, no doubt drawn by the haunting performance. She sang words that spoke to our souls, enticing them to listen.
“Good,” Chase said, his eyes hooded as he watched the performance on the stage, “because these men need to know that we're here for them, always. We can't expect them to give us their patronage, money and friendship without something in return.”
Ever the businessman, Chase glanced at me sideways and raised his eyebrows in challenge. I wouldn't deny his request, I had been meaning to get back to my duty, but Lola had consumed me, making it hard for me to be interested in the club.
“I shall endeavour to help us keep our business venture on track.” Smirking, I shrugged when he shook his head.
“If I have to give you a lesson on our charitable goals,” he said with a smile, “I will. In the meantime, don't forget that I have a power desire to satiate... and so do you.”
We couldn't lie about our kinks; it would go against everything we were. Yes, the money for charity was good and helping causes gave us a hard on... but it was more than that. The power that came with the money was more intoxicating that anything we did to help others. We controlled where that money went... and who was worthy of the cause. Still, I hadn't been too involved with that side of the business, instead too busy running both of my own.
“True,” I replied, sitting back and watching the woman on the stage stand and gyrate her bare hips. “Very true.”
Chapter Seventeen
The office door burst open and I jumped back so violently, the chair tipped and I tumbled to the floor. Heavy footsteps echoed as two shiny leather shoes appeared in my eye line. Standing up hurriedly, I frowned as Finley raised his eyebrows at me. Only seconds before, I'd been deep in a book, mesmerised by the fast-paced action of the two lovers... who had been going at it doggy style...and now…
Getting up from the floor, I backed towards the desk, grasping the edge of it as my heart pounded.
“Finley. What are you doing here?”
His smirk made me glance over my shoulder to search for my phone. The energy behind his glassy eyes made my stomach churn.
“You ruined me,” he slurred, taking a wobbly step towards me, “and embarrassed my family name.”
Frowning, I felt for my phone on the desk, snatching it up and holding it in front of me. “Joe is on his way.”
It was bullshit, I hadn't spoken to him all day. He'd told me he would be at an important meeting, so I'd not even bothered to reach out, knowing that he'd contact me when he was free.
“He's at his famous men's night.” Finley sneered, glancing towards my window and shaking his head. “I miss belonging to somewhere,” he said, tilting his head to the side, “all because you called me out, bitch.”
“Men's night?” I stuttered, trying to discretely unlock my phone.
Bringing it back down to my side, I prayed that my many years of typing skills would help me to navigate my phone without looking. My heartbeat resounded in my head as I stared at Finley, trying to process what was happening. I hadn't seen, heard or even thought about him for a while. I'd been too engrossed in my newfound excitement with Joe.
“Oh wait,” Finley frowned, “you don't know about his world?”
A sly grin split his lips as he came closer and reached for me, running one finger down my cheek. I'd pressed the screen on my phone, hoping that it dialled the same number it had yesterday. Joe was the only one who could stop Finley right now. Wait, what was he talking about?
