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“I don’t need an escort,” I muttered, making sure Nora was still asleep.
“She’s adorable, Skyler,” Donya said with a smile as she held the door for me leading to the employee wing from the courtyard. “And a deep sleeper.”
She was. According to her friend Shyla, Nora was known to pass out after scenes, going into a deep sleep that was almost impossible to wake her from. It was cute, like everything else about her, and I couldn’t wait to see what she’d look like sprawled out in my bed. I wanted nothing more in the world than to wrap myself around her resting body.
Giving Donya another stern look, I said, “I’ve got it from here.”
Her full red lips curved into a half smile as she said, “I’m gonna come along just in case.”
“You just want to come with us so you can gossip with everyone else,” I said in a soft voice.
“Yep.” She smiled again. “Club is buzzing about you and your little princess, Boss. Lots of people happy for you, and some not so happy. Got some sour grapes out there.”
We were almost to my office suite, but I kept my voice low as I took in Donya’s smirk and repeated, “What are you talking about?”
“Oh, nothing,” she said in a merry whisper. She wore a smile with a sharp edge. “Why don’t you let me go into your office first? And, uh, you might want to step back a little while I take out some trash. Some jealous bitches out there tonight don’t like that you chose someone else over them. Their enormous but fragile egos can’t take any type of rejection. You know how it is—they don’t want you until someone else has you, then you suddenly become irresistible. Bitch is acting like she’s yo’ wife and you bringin’ round the new side piece for dinner.”
“What are you—?”
She didn’t wait, activating my door and stepping in before I could stop her. A moment later, a screech came from inside, and I blinked in disbelief as Donya frog-marched out a familiar woman dressed in teal lingerie. Stella—known at Wicked as Iliani—was someone who I’d once briefly had a relationship with before. Back when we’d dated a few years ago, she’d been a different, nicer person. Still new to the Hollywood scene, not yet the international action film star she was now. Back in the early days of her career, Stella had been a down to earth, sweet submissive who’d tended bar at Club Wicked and had been eager to please. Then fame had struck, and she turned into a raving bitch. Thankfully, by that point, we were already broken up, but seeing the change in her still made me both sad and pissed. She was as beautiful as ever, with her long auburn hair and bee stung lips, but her personality had morphed into that of a pissed off poisonous snake who thrived on drama.
When her green eyes met mine, she quickly studied my face, then began to cry pretty, fake tears that soaked the edges of her mask.
“Master Skyler! Tell this bitch to let me go!”
If I didn’t have an armful of sleeping woman, I would have rubbed the sudden, tired ache behind my eyes. “Iliani, what were you doing in my office?”
She tried to shake off Donya, who was having none of it. “I saw you earlier tonight, and I knew you had to be hurting for release. You always are when you’ve spent some time comforting a submissive who needed care. It is such a nice thing for you to do, and I was going to offer you use of my body, Sir.”
Iliani was trying hard to be seductive, which was almost laughable considering Donya held her in a hunched over position.
Keeping my tone cool and not giving her the drama she craved, I said, “Iliani, we broke up years ago. Why in the world would you think anything would ever happen between us again?”
“But—”
“Enough,” I barked, my impatience making my voice loud enough that Nora wiggled in my arms.
Looking down at my girl frowning in her sleep, I told Donya, “Take Iliani out of here and let the board know that she violated her contract with Club Wicked by being back here without permission.”
The sultry look Iliani gave me vanished as she quickly said in a normal voice, “No, please. You don’t need to do that. Master Skyler, Ty—”
“Then I suggest you leave,” I said as I stared a hole through her, using the pissed off gaze I’d perfected as both a cop and a Dom. “Without another word, without another look, and if I hear any gossip about me and you getting back together, I’m going straight to the board about your behavior.”
“But-but the board doesn’t get involved in personal relationships,” Iliani sputtered as Donya eased her hold a little bit.
