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“Not at all. I thought you were Apple Grandon.”
“I am. I took Malice’s last name,” she explains. “Most people still recognize me, but I really thought it would help me live a normal life incognito.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t put two and two together.”
She offers me a small smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “You’ve had a lot going on.”
I put my hand out. “I’m Violet Simpson and a huge fan, pleasure to meet you.”
She takes my hand and pulls me into a hug. “Pleasure is all mine.”
“Awe, isn’t that so sweet,” Cece coos as she and Heather dab their eyes dramatically. Our moment is ruined by a loud group of women whom I’ve never met strutting into the room without a care in the world. A couple of them wave, but the one in the middle narrows her gaze on me and scowls.
“Oh, lovely.” Heather turns toward the bar and orders a shot of whiskey.
“Who are they?” I whisper and try not to stare at the scantily dressed women.
Cece rolls her eyes. “Bunnies.”
“Bunnies? They’re not dressed like bunnies.”
She snickers, and Apple jumps into the conversation. “Not that kind of bunny. They’re here to service the single men.”
Blinking rapidly, my brain tries to latch on to what Apple is telling me. My mouth pops open, but no sound comes out.
“I think you broke her,” Cece teases.
Once my brain starts firing on all cylinders again, I whisper to Apple. “Prostitutes?”
Apple shakes her head, giggling. “No, not prostitutes. They fuck the single guys and are allowed to stay here. Their rooms are on the other side of the clubhouse.” She points down a hall I haven’t explored yet. “I think Soul warned them to stay away while you were here, at least until Grim told you about them. I’m guessing by your reaction he didn’t do that.”
My eyes narrow. “No, he most certainly did not.” I sigh. “Do they only sleep with the single guys? Do they really enjoy it that much? They aren’t forced, are they?” I rapid-fire questions at her.
“Who the fuck are you?” The one with blonde hair that obviously came from a box steps forward.
“V-V-Violet,” I stutter.
“Well, V-V-Violet,” she mocks. “I’m Candy, and we’re the main entertainment around here. And to answer your questions, we really enjoy fucking the hell out of these sexy ass men. As for sleeping with only the single guys, I don’t discriminate.”
“If you value your life, you won’t be fucking any of the married men either,” Heather sneers.
Cece chuckles. “We don’t have to worry about our men. They don’t want their dicks chopped off.”
As soon as Candy approached us, the women she was with put distance between themselves and her. They’re currently talking to Justin at the bar, casting glances over their shoulders with worried expressions on their faces.
Candy ignores Cece and Heather. “Soul and Malice are taken, but there are plenty of other beds to warm,” she says slyly. “Stay the fuck away from Grim. He’s mine, and your little innocent girl routine won’t work on him.”
Oh no, she didn’t!
I puff out my chest, purse my lips, and draw out a long whistle. “Yeah, that’s not going to work for me.”
Where the heck did this Violet come from?
Candy puts her hands on her hips. “Excuse me?”
I wave my hand in her face showing off the gold band. “I’m Grim’s wife,” I say smugly.
Candy’s eyes shoot daggers at me, and if looks could kill, I’d be dead. “Grim isn’t married.”
