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“Yes, sir. She is at the club with her best friend–I mean bodyguard, Miss Jezi Delatrey. I tried to stop her, but she explained how she would fire me if I continued to,” she clears her throat, “‘Cock-block her fucking fun’. I wasn’t about to lose my job. It’s also not my place to tell her what she can and can’t do, sir.”
I roll my eyes. The only time I want to hear the word ‘sir’ from anyone’s lips is when it comes out of my wife’s mouth. “Yes, Shelly. You are correct. Next time, call me, please? I don’t want to deal with a bunch of bullshit and then come home to this.”
The stress is ruining my good mood. I may be exhausted, but goddammit, I had way too much fun screaming at my father. I don’t need Zolina’s shit right now. I want to force her to her knees, tie her up, and fuck her plump lips until she passes out. Oh, how I cannot wait until I can use my ropes for more than murder.
I stroll down the hallway to the club entrance as the guard opens the door for me. We nod at each other, and he smirks. “Don’t even think about it, Zach. I already know I’m in a world of hurt,” I tell him. His face resumes his normal stoic expression. “That’s what I thought.”
As soon as the door closes behind me, the sound assaults my eardrums. The constant noise of bass, laughter, and clicking glasses fills my ears. I can smell the sweat from the dancers' bodies, assaulting my nose like stagnant water.
I walk up to the V.I.P. section and step over the red rope before the bodyguard can unlink it. I look into the area, scanning for my wife or JD. My ears pick up the sound before my eyes find the source. Zolina giggles from a booth somewhere behind me. I spin around and duck my head into the first three booths, each shout of displeasure more profane than the last.
In the fourth booth, I finally spot a barefooted Zolina.
“What are you doing?” I calmly ask. All three heads swivel to me. Wait… three? My eyes darken as they narrow on the third person. “And who the fuck are you?”
Zolina’s hand rests on this man’s junk. He smiles at me, unaware of what he just got himself into. “You can join us, bro. I sure as fuck won’t mind.” He winks at me, and it takes all my strength not to rip his tongue from his mouth.
“Shut the fuck up,” I tell him. Thankfully, he’s still clothed– otherwise, Zolina would have a worse punishment than she was already going to get. His dick is the exact opposite of flaccid, struggling against his jeans, hoping for an accessible hole. Rather, more than one hole.
“Come with me.” I point to Zolina and this stranger before pointing at Jezi. “You. Go home. I will discuss things with you on another day.”
“Yes, Daddy,” my wife giggles. She is way more intoxicated than I hoped for. I growl at her trying my hardest for my smile not to slip.
“Where are we going?” The caveman asks.
“Upstairs.”
Zolina starts giggling harder, still oblivious to what’s to come. Well, it won’t be her coming if she doesn’t shut her mouth.
I take my wife by the hand, her other hand interlaces with the caveman’s. Good, that’s another thing I can cut off. I scoff and lead them away. “Come on, children. We have games to play.”
We make our way to the elevator, and Zolina drops my hand to press the button.
“Ah, ah, ah.” I jokingly slap her hand away, pressing the button for the fourth floor before she can press the fifth. “Not to the penthouse.”
“I haven’t been to the fourth floor yet. What is it?” Zolina asks.
“You will find out, Snowflake.” I picked the nickname carefully. Delicate, yet overwhelming when dumped on you in massive amounts. Much like her personality when she crawls out of her shell. “You need to pick out a safe word. Can you do that?”
“Yeah, but why?” She looks up at me, her eyes shimmering with anticipation.
“Because Daddy told you to.”
Her cheeks turn a healthy shade of pink, embarrassed by the name she originally uttered. “Mercury.”
Pride fills my body as goosebumps form on my arms. “Good girl.”
The stranger, whose eyes are clouded with lust and alcohol, chuckles. “Mercury? What kind of safe word is that?”
“The kind that you won't need.” I glare at him, my eyes watching for even the smallest of movements. All I get in return is a slight shake of his head. He is wasted right now.
The elevator doors slide open. The light from the room blinds my vision, much like every other time I come in here. I take a deep inhale through my nose, picking up the slight chemical smell in the air.
I don't take any time to pull the duo behind me, stomping my way to a secluded corner. There are surgical curtains that hang from the ceiling, dangling there, stagnant and waiting for us to use. I pull a section open and drag the two into the closed-off area. “Sit,” I order the caveman, still not bothering to learn his name. He does as I command, pulling my wife on top of him. Little do they realize, this is the same chair that dumb and dumber used last night.
I place both of his arms into the contraption, locking them in place on the armrests. The loud clunk of the metal seemingly draws Zolina out of her stupor.
“Atlis, what are you doing?”
