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“I’m not talking about the club and don’t try and threaten me. You will lose.”
“Then what?” Stephen demanded. He moved around the desk, keeping ahold of the wood.
He swirled his drink, taking another sip and enjoying the heavy panting coming from the far too overweight gutless wonder. “Let’s just say you have many skeletons rattling around in your closet.”
Stephen’s hand shot out as he lumbered forward. The action thrust the glass out of Christopher’s hand, the tumbler shattering on the floor. The swing missed Christopher’s jaw by an inch.
Christopher snarled as he shifted, his nails digging into Stephen’s neck. “You dare defy me in my office.” He lifted Stephen off the floor, keeping the chokehold firm.
Gasping, Stephen tore at Christopher’s arm. “What…do you…”
He twisted his head and smiled. “We’ll keep the secrets between us for now. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the small crowd standing in his doorway. He’d never as much as used his voice in anger in the years he’d owned the company. He kept this side away from everyone who knew him.
“What did you tell them?” Stephen managed.
Leaning forward, he lowered his voice. “Just enough to erase your power in this town. Now, I suggest you go home and thank God your wife doesn’t know about your atrocities. That is yet.” He let go and sidestepped the tumbling man.
“Are you all right, sir?” Jennifer asked as she peeked over the shoulder of a co-worker.
“Perfectly fine. You can call security now. I think Mr. Drummand is finished here.” Christopher adjusted the cuffs on his shirt and walked to the center of the room. The moan coming behind him gave him great pleasure. He also enjoyed the looks on his employee’ faces. They had no idea darkness lurked under his cool demeanor. “And make certain he never crosses our threshold again.”
“Yes, sir.” Jennifer turned on her heel, moving through the waning crowd with purpose.
Stephen’s breathing remained ragged as he struggled to get to his feet.
Christopher eyed him with disdain. “The floor show is finished. Everyone can get back to work.” He didn’t need to look to be assured his orders were obeyed. The employees were already gone. Smiling, he ran his hands through his hair. He’d just upped the bar. When there was silence coming from the doorway, he narrowed his eyes. “I’ll expect I won’t have any additional trouble from you. I have no desire to consume what’s left of your tawdry life.”
“You really are a prick. No one understands the angry demon lurking just beneath the surface. Do they?” Stephen adjusted his tie and sniffed. As he pulled his arms way, he stared wide eyed at the blood oozing from miniscule wounds made by the broken glass.
“I’m merely confident in my abilities, Stephen. If you were, you wouldn’t have allowed me to win this battle.”
“Battle? Fascinating word and one I’ll remember.” Stephen rubbed his hands on his pants before heading for the door. He stopped short and without turning around offered his final words. “Be careful engaging with the dark side. You may just lose your very soul.”
Christopher waited until Stephen’s departure before laughing. “What a fool.” He moved back to his desk and looked down at the remnants of his drink. Speckles of blood were peppered on the floor. He only wished there were more. He rubbed his eyes. His head ached like a son of a bitch. Relief had to come soon.
Before sitting down his phone rang. He looked down at his iPhone and raised his eyebrow. “Yes?” The call was short. The information was exactly what he needed. Today was a particularly good day.
* * *
“Is this Skyler?”
“Yes, it is.” Her body continued to shake as she paced the kitchen floor. She’d ceased being Dr. Destiny Blade. Tonight she was Skyler, a humble submissive.
“I understand you’re a virgin.”
She was taken aback by his comment. “Sir?”
“To the world of submitting of course.” His deep voice resonated amusement.
The words were simple but powerful. She homed in on the tone, trying to figure out if this was her mystery man and the handsome watcher from the night before at Club Noir. Unfortunately, she wasn’t certain. Her fantasy lover had been silent since the moment in the street. She’d even reached out to him, perhaps atoning for her upcoming sins. “Yes, Sir.”
“Don’t worry. I am well trained. We will take this slowly. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” Skyler’s throat was dry. Anxiety coursed through her blood and for a few seconds a panic attack reared its ugly head. She concentrated on the limited training she’d received in the last few hours. She’d cancelled every appointment, concentrating on learning the rules of the house. This was completely ridiculous. How could she pull off being fucked by a stranger? No, this wasn’t about sex. This was about… “Who is your contact?”
“Mistress Jade. I asked for you specifically after seeing you at the club.”
The slight accent she couldn’t place. Perhaps Eastern European? “And you have cash?”
