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“So, was that couple your…”
“My friends,” I reply, answering her question because I know exactly what she’s asking. Pretty funny that no one has asked that before. We’re always together, and I guess we do sort of look like a throuple. I’m realizing now that a lot of people at the club probably assume we are.
“Oh,” Silla replies with a smile. “They’re a beautiful couple.”
“Yeah, they are.”
“Here we go,” she says when we reach the third door in the dark hallway. It opens to a dim room, and she hits one of the lights on the wall. It’s not exactly bright, definitely no brighter than the other room. It’s ornately decorated with a large bed on one side and a sizeable chair on the other, almost as if it’s made for watching. And there are mirrors along each wall, ornate ones with elaborate brass designs.
“Come here,” she says, dragging me to the wall. As she places my back toward the mirror, she pulls out her phone again, and this time takes a pic without the flash. “Perfect,” she whispers. Holding her phone up to my face, I see the intricate designs across my back from the rope, but I’m not nearly as impressed by it as she is.
Then her fingers are on me again. I’m staring down at her thick, fluttering lashes and tight black curls. She’s beautiful, and I realize that if I wanted to, I could fuck her right here, right now. I mean…that’s why she brought me in here. I don’t believe for one second it was about the lighting. She’s playing her cards strong, and I’ve never had a woman have to try this hard.
Her eyes skate upward, landing on my face. “How about that tour?”
“You want to take me on a tour?” I ask.
“I’ll show you whatever you want,” she replies, her nails dragging across my pecs. Then she leans in to press her lips against my chest, and I curse my stupid, rotten luck. My head hangs back as I practically growl with frustration.
Placing my hands on her arms, I gently nudge her backward. “Fuck, I’m so sorry I have to do this.”
“Then, don’t,” she replies, pushing back against me. Her fingers hang onto the waistband of my pants, and I grit my teeth.
“Silla, you are unbelievably beautiful, and I wish I could do this…but I’m sort of with someone.”
“Where is she?”
“It’s complicated,” I reply, running my hands through my hair. “And I’ll be honest, I don’t even know what I’m doing or what we are, but I just can’t be with anyone else right now.”
Her shoulders sag. “Of course, you’re a gentleman.”
A laugh bursts from my lips. “Hardly. In fact, I’m a fucking scoundrel. I wish I could show you how much of one I am, but these people…this person…is important to me.”
She’s staring at my face with a gentle squint, and finally her eyes widen and her mouth forms an O shape. “Oh…it’s them, isn’t it? The couple.”
I open my mouth to protest because it’s not something I was prepared to own up to, but then I realize I don’t know this woman. She doesn’t know me or the club or anything, so she’s actually the best person to confide in.
“Actually…yes.”
She nods with a tight smile. “Both of them?”
“No…just her, sort of.”
“Sort of?”
“Well…he wants to watch,” I add with a grimace.
“Oh, kinky,” she replies with a laugh. “But that doesn’t mean you belong to them.”
“I know, I know. But I can’t be sleeping withherand other people.”
Silla’s brow furrows. “For how long?”
“I guess that’s the question.”
“How long have you been sleeping with her?” she asks, and I wince.
“I haven’t yet.”
