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Adalyn, however, had grown up as an only child in a mansion large enough to share with a dozen brothers and sisters. Her parents were hardly ever home. And she’d essentially been raised by a nanny.
I didn’t know the full history because she rarely spoke about her family.
I actually hadn’t even known she was rich until last spring when a random man had showed up at our apartment to “escort” her home for some sort of summer retreat. She’d shut down with his arrival, making me question what the hell was going on. I’d never seen my roommate so solemn. So I’d cornered her in her room and demanded an explanation.
That was when she’d first told me about her bizarre relationship with her parents. She’d also confided that she’d spent most of her childhood with her nanny before going to boarding school for ages thirteen through eighteen. From what she’d explained, she rarely saw her family.
I’d asked why she had to go for the summer, and she’d waved it off, saying it was a tradition for the women in her family when they turned twenty to go on some special retreat thing. She’d kept in touch with me weekly, sending me messages and telling me how much she hated it.
Although, she’d never truly explained the experience to me.
But she’d been the same old Adalyn when she’d returned, all smiles and happy confidence.
Just with a brand-new car that was worth more than my parents’ house.
I’d asked why she even bothered with a roommate or our shitty apartment, and she’d given me a look deep with emotion as she’d replied, “I need this normalcy.”
I’d gathered from those few exchanges that she did not like her family life.
Given what little I knew, I couldn’t blame her.
So instead, I became her family at Mason U.
And now she was introducing me to another part of her world—Ecstasy. Which I’d deduced from the interior was an elite club for high-ranking members of society to play.
There were scantily clad women everywhere, as well as a few men. Adalyn explained quietly that they were part of the Ecstasy circuit, working in the clubs and enjoying the clientele.
“So they’re prostitutes?” I whispered back to her.
She shook her head. “Not quite. They’re professionals.”
I slid my gaze to her. “Professional prostitutes?”
“That’s not the right term.”
“Well, no, that would make it illegal.”
“They’re more like mistresses,” she explained, ignoring my comment. “That’s why most of them are collared.” She stroked her throat.
“The whole Master and slave thing.”
She nodded. “Essentially, yes.”
Something told me she was leaving out some details of the arrangements, but I wasn’t here to judge. I was here to learn.
She showed me the main areas of the club, explaining the bar and how the bracelets the guard had given us earlier worked. “The diamond pendant has a chip in it that allows them to charge my account.” She gave me a smile. “I added you under my name since you’re my guest, so don’t worry about the cost of anything.”
“Wait, did you just say diamond pendant?” I glanced down at my wrist in alarm. Forget the barcode insanity. “I’m wearing a diamond?”
She eyed my mask and arched a brow behind her own. “You’re wearing several, Jen.”
My lips parted. “Adalyn.”
She gave me a look. “You’re in my world for the night. Own it.” And with that, she spun away. “Your purse is in my locker, so you might as well keep following me.”
I glared at her swinging ponytail as I forced myself to catch up to her. “What kind of club is this?”
“An exclusive one,” she replied.
