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The pressure is on more than ever to make the right decision. I already feel inadequate to take the lead. I don’t want to be the guy who starts his leadership and brings about ruin to the family and business.
Chapter Eleven
Ava
It was Holly who first told me about The Dark Odyssey.
She went for her twenty-first birthday with her then boyfriend, who was into BDSM.
I think every girl needs to have one of those friends who have a taste for the wild, but Holly was a little more than that. Wild for me is skydiving, bungee jumping, eating bugs, or some shit like that. I’ve never done any of those before, but that would be my definition of wild.
Unreal and far outside my comfort zone would be going to a sex club. So, when she first told me about her experience there and all she saw, yes, it fascinated me, and I might have hung on to every word she said, but that was all. I never planned to go.
Like most things that have happened in this one week, tonight doesn’t feel real as the car I’m in pulls up at the entrance to The Dark Odyssey.
I’m actually here. Apart from the doctors, this is the first I’ve gone outside in days, and this is where I’ve been taken to.
I’m in the back of a Bentley, and a driver Marguerite called Pierbo has brought me here to meet Vincent. Under the coat, I’m wearing some type of lingerie I’ve only ever seen in a Victoria’s Secret catalogue.
Lydia, a younger woman a little older than me who lives at the house, gave it to me earlier, informing me that Vincent wanted me to wear it.
It’s a silk rose pink baby doll negligee with cream lace on the edge. There’s a matching thong, and my mask is cream with pink feathers and diamantes going around the rim.
I look like… I don’t know. I look good. Marguerite did my hair for me, and yes, I do look good, but I don’t feel it.
I’m still furious from the other night, and this is just… I have no words to truly express what I’m feeling.
As I’m ushered out of the car, I try to calm myself and remember why I did this. Maybe after it’s all said and done, I’ll feel better about the past.
Maybe I’ll be rid of the guilt I still feel when I think about it.
Maybe I can then feel free and like I don’t owe Dad so much. Like I don’t owe him everything. I feel bad for my thoughts because I know wherever he is, he doesn’t want this.
He never wanted this for me and never saved me from the horrors I faced so long ago to have me end up here. Captive again, although this was my choosing.
Another man takes over from Pierbo at reception, and I feel like property again. Like a package hand delivered and passed from one hand to the next.
We walk past with the line of people checking in and stop at coat check.
Awkwardness takes me when I take off my coat, exposing my body in this barely-there negligee. I’ve never worn anything so sexy outside the bedroom, and definitely not in public like this, with so many eyes on me.
I don’t miss the way the guy taking my coat gives me a once-over but rights himself quickly when the man I was delivered to clears his throat. It’s like a warning, which he seems to understand very quickly. I do too. It’s obvious that he wasn’t to look at me because I belong to Vincent.
I draw in a breath to clear my mind and follow the man who now feels more like a bodyguard.
I’m all worked up, but at the same time, I take in how beautifully decorated the place is. My heels click against the marble flooring that leads to a set of the large doors which open for us. At that moment, my breath is stolen away completely.
It’s like I could be in Venice again with my parents. The architecture of some of the buildings in Venice is similar to Russia.
The club has that feel to it with the gold ceiling that mingles with the club lights and the European décor.
The music is blaring with vibrancy, and the people around are taking fun to the next level. They’re all dressed in super sexy lingerie and masks, dancing the night away without a care in the world.
I was about to think the place looked like a normal, very classy club when my gaze lands on a couple having sex to my left.
I’m not the kind of woman who would want to watch people having sex, but looking at these people fucking out in the open is the thing that shocks me to the core. I don’t get the chance to continue my stare though because I’m escorted away. What I did see, however, was that the whole sideline area had cubicles with couples. All having sex.
We go into an elevator that’s to our left. It has one of those glass doors, and as we go up, a couple of acrobats float by on an aerial hoop. They’re naked except for the gold and green paint on their bodies and the traditional carnival masks. I’m so fascinated I move closer to get a better look and get a shocker when I see they’re having sex on the hoop.
