Page 211 of Off Limits Mogul

Crap.“Where are my manners?” This experience is a little overwhelming. “This is Jazzberry Jam”––I point to Arianne––“and this is Outer Space.” I point to Phoebe.

After signing the disclosure agreement––which all three of us read carefully––we were fitted with purple cuffs and then given a club name for the evening.

When I inquired about the origin of the names, the stunning blonde who was part of the welcoming committee explained guests’ names are a random pick from the Crayola rainbow of colors. Arianne and I lost our mind laughing when Phoebe got her name. How fitting?

“Ladies, thank you for gracing me with your presence tonight,” Larkin says. “Paragon, Dagger, and Mahogany are lucky men.”

Unlike our playful names, Dark Compulsion members get computer generated names. The club names for Rhys and Beckett are so manly, badass, and edgy. Oscar got a sexy Crayola color.

“I congratulated them on their impeccable taste. You ladies are a vision for sore eyes.” Larkin’s gaze moves from mine, to Arianne’s, to Phoebe’s.

“Thank you,” we say, one after the other.

“And may I say, for the record, I never thought the day would come when Paragon and Dagger would change theirplayboy ways. From notorious bachelors to relationship bliss?” Larkin shakes his head. “I guess anything is possible.”

Since Phoebe kicked out Oscar so we could get ready at their place, Beckett reached out to him and took him under his wing. Our men spent the evening together––drinks at Beckett’s, followed by dinner at the Quintus Hotel. Then, they made their way to the hotel’s whiskey bar to pass time until we showed up.

“We’re honored to be here,” Arianne says.

Phoebe places a hand against her chest and says, “This was on my bucket list, Zeus. I can die content.”

“You can’t die just yet, Outer Space, there are so many more naughty parties on the calendar. You’d be missing out on a lot.”

“In that case, I’ll stay alive,” Phoebe says.

Arianne and I laugh.

“Zeus!” A man approaching our circle calls out.

My jaw drops.

That man is a Hollywood A-lister. Same for the famous female star by his side.

Wow.

Privacy at the club must be guarded with as much ferocious zeal as the White House because the power couple didn’t even bother with a mask. Mind you, no one else did, but still, these are celebrities.

“Ladies, it was a pleasure. If you’ll excuse me,” Larkin says.

“Of course,” I say.

“Have a great evening,” Arianne says.

“It was a pleasure meeting you,” Phoebe says.

With that, Larkin joins the celebrity couple.

We look at each other and shake our heads.

Freaking amazing.

“Now, I’m really excited,” Arianne says.

“I can’t wait to get this party started.” Phoebe rubs her hands together, a gleeful glint shining bright in her mischievous eyes.

“The party has already started,” I say.

“Oh no, honey.” Phoebe shakes her head. “I’m not talking about this party…” She points to the floor. “I’m talking about the party that’s about to start when I meet my man upstairs in our designated room.”