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“I’ll be back in a couple hours. Call me if you need me before then.”
He could see Zoe pulling away from him and shifting into caregiver mindset. “I’ll be fine,” she repeated.
Before she could escape, Morgan unbuckled her seatbelt then wrapped his hand around the back of her neck. He pulled her halfway across the front seat before leaning in and kissing her, long, hard, and deep enough that his cock was stone hard and demanding.
Zoe blinked and looked like she also wanted to go back to the penthouse when he finally released her. Instead, she leaned in and gave him a gentle peck on the lips before opening her door and sliding out.
“Thanks for the ride,” she said before closing the door.
Though he wanted to assure her that he would be willing to drive her to hell if she needed, he nodded and watched as she crossed to the door. She used her key and, a moment later, disappeared into the building. Only after the door closed fully behind her did Morgan drive away. As he drove to the club, he tried to switch mental gears, but it was a difficult task when all he wanted to do was sweep Zoe far from the city, leaving all communicative devices behind so they could be totally alone together without the world coming between them.
Chapter Fifteen
Twenty minutes after entering the clinic building, Zoe walked out again. This time she carried a box in one hand and a duffel bag over the shoulder that didn’t have the bag of weekend clothes she’d taken to Morgan’s. She worked on controlling her breathing and keeping her tears hidden as she walked out into the empty parking lot.
By the time she reached the sidewalk, the car she had ordered was waiting. She climbed into the back, her bags and box filling the rest of the back seat. The driver looked over her shoulder at her, but immediately turned back and focused on driving. Not a word was said during the drive to her apartment.
As Zoe reached for the door handle, the driver looked in the rearview mirror and said, “It will get better from here, honey. Just don’t wallow too long before getting back out there again.”
Zoe nodded, but did not say anything, her throat too thick with tears. If she responded, they would be there for the next hour as she had the meltdown she was determined to hold inside until she reached her apartment.
Once she and everything she had used at work were on the sidewalk, she bent down and looked at the driver. “Thanks,” she whispered before closing the door.
As the car moved away, she turned and trudged into the building. As she made her way to her apartment, she prayed she held it together until she got behind her locked door. Only then would she fall apart and mourn the loss of her job, and possibly her career.
Once she finished grieving, she would then figure out how a picture of her naked and bound to the St. Andrew’s cross had made its way onto the internet, to be seen by not only her bosses, but apparently also many of their patients who let the clinic partners know they did not want her working for them any longer.
The compromising photograph had been posted with the question, “Would you let this woman care for your child?”
There was nothing to identify the location of the picture, and Morgan was nowhere to be seen. Just her in all her naked, aroused glory.
Unlocking her door, she managed to get everything inside and the door closed before her arms gave out. The bags and box landed on the floor just inside the door, but she didn’t have it in her to deal with them at that moment. Instead, she secured all the door locks before stumbling across the living room to her bedroom. Pulling back the covers, she toed off her shoes before crawling into bed fully clothed. Pulling the covers over her head, she curled up as the tears began to flow and then quickly escalated to violent sobs.
Time lost all meaning as she mourned not only the loss of her job, but also kicked herself about allowing herself to be put in such a vulnerable position in a place where someone could take pictures. She should have known something like this would happen, even though the club rules banned the taking of any type of recordings, pictures, video, or audio.
By the time her firestorm of tears subsided to hiccups and sniffing, all she felt was exhausted. She decided this would not defeat her, but today she would allow herself to be weak. She would spend the rest of the day to do as the cab driver had recommended and wallow in the pain. Tomorrow would be soon enough to piece the shreds of her life back together again.
Bjorn and Viking were pacing the lobby when Morgan arrived at Club N2. Santee and Roque were sitting on the loveseat, cuddled together and watching their men with worried expressions.
“What’s going on?” Morgan asked once he had locked the door behind himself.
“Someone took pictures of members Friday night, and posted them on the internet,” Viking growled, sounding so unlike himself that Morgan stopped.
“Who? How? Which members? Have they been notified? How did someone get a camera into the dungeon without getting caught?”
“That’s why we called you. You’re the security specialist. From what we can tell so far, only one member was affected,” Bjorn answered. “We haven’t figured out how the photographer got the camera into the dungeon, or who they are. We’re hoping you and all those security cameras we have can help single them out.”
Morgan took a deep breath and forced himself to shift into business mode. “I can do that.”
It wasn’t until he was in his office and pulled up the security cameras that it hit him that neither partner had told him who had been affected. The hairs on the back of his neck rose as he looked across his desk to where the two men sat, watching him as if he were a bomb. “Which member was outed?”
“It was Zoe. Someone took pictures of Zoe while you two were doing a scene Friday night,” Viking pulled out his phone and, after opening an app and scrolling through several pictures, turned it so he could see the screen.
Morgan began swearing in several languages as he studied the screen. There was Zoe, naked and obviously highly aroused. What he could see of her ass and back were an almost fluorescent pink, meaning it was somewhere in the middle to late in their scene. He was nowhere in the picture, which meant he had stepped away to either change implements or sheath himself for sex.
Then he focused on the words that had been overlaid across her thighs. “Would you let this woman care for your child?”
Turning to the computer that ran the club, he turned it on then looked over his shoulder at Viking. “Email me the picture, and the site where it was uploaded. I’ll start searching the dungeon’s security tapes to see if I can figure out who took the picture. We need to get it taken down before Zoe finds out about it.”
