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The anger is simmering in his dark eyes, and so I ask, “Do you want to leave? We can go to a hotel,” I offer, trying to calm him.
“You didn’t even want me around you a few days ago!” He growls, and my hand drops from his arm at his anger that’s now firmly directed at me. “Don’t act like you care now.” I’m so taken aback by his words that I have to remember he’s upset, and it isn’t just directed at me.
I hope.
I stand there as he silently clenches his jaw, waiting for me to speak.
But what can I say?
Instead, I do what I want to do. I reach up and grip his face. He doesn’t pull away from me, he merely stands there still like a statue.
Stepping closer to him, I lean in and kiss his cheek, moving slowly with small kisses until I reach his mouth. When my lips press against the corner of his lips, I feel him jolt, and I stop instantly. I pull back, and my hands slide down from his face to his chest, going lower and lower until I reach the belt on his trousers. Then I slip my hand a little lower and cup his dick.
“Hotel?” I ask him again.
“You are dangerous,” he whispers, leaning in and kissing the side of my neck. I squeeze my hand around his erection, and he groans. “I have to work. But after, if you still want to be fucked, I’ll fuck you.” I nod and drop my hands to my sides as Maria opens the door.
“They’re waiting,” she announces. Guilt swarms Maria’s face, but she hides it just as fast as I see it.
Jake offers me his hand and leads me out of the room, stopping at a guy with two girls by his side. Jake reaches for the first girl’s chin and lifts it so he can see her face. Her expression is blank, and she looks anywhere but at him.
“This one is good… compliant. She’ll do what you say,” the man standing with the girls says. “Tell him,” he orders the girl.
“Yes, Master.” Her voice is lifeless, and her whole demeanor screams soullessness.
Jake looks at the man. “Give me five minutes with both.”
The man walks away, leaving the women with us.
What is going on here?
And why did they call him Master?
“Is this a life you would like to stay in, or would you like one where you are in control of your body and can earn your freedom?” The women have a silent conversation with their eyes before they turn to Jake.
“Is this a trick question?” the one he touched asks.
“No. I want to know if you will agree to sell your body, at your own choice, and work in a club of mine. The contract is for one year, and you can choose to stay or leave when your time is up. But for the price I pay for you, you have to work it off. Do you understand?”
I can see the confusion written all over their faces when their eyebrows scrunch together, and I’m pretty sure it mirrors mine. They turn around and search for the man who was standing with them before they look back at Jake.
“If this is real, then yes,” she answers for both of them.
Maria leans in and whispers something in Jake’s ear before she glances at me and then tells the ladies to follow him. I’m not really one hundred percent sure what is happening right now, and I don’t think it’s the right time to ask any questions.
Jake’s hand slips into mine, and then we make our way through the room again. A few men greet him, and I can tell he’s quite popular and even respected.
He keeps me by his side the whole night. Talking to two more women, he basically asks them the same question he asked the first two. He’s a mystery, and I realize in small amounts he is letting me in but not giving me the full story.
Attending an event with Jake is different from attending one with Kyler. Jake asked me questions and included me in conversations when he was talking to people—never giving too much detail about who I am or where I’m from. With Kyler, I was arm candy and was expected to remain silent.
When the night starts to slow, and he’s made his rounds and talked to almost everyone in the room, I excuse myself to find the bathroom. I end up in the kitchen, where there is a group of women huddled together, talking. I hear the end of the conversation and freeze where I am standing.
“Do you think she’s one of his working girls?” one asks.
Another one shakes her head before she answers, “I highly doubt it. Unless she runs the place and fucks him on the side.”
I gasp, knowing they are talking about me.
