Page 46 of Midnight Legacy

My lips twitched in amusement that this difficult woman with so much sass honestly thought she could be a sub in The Twilight Rooms. Her ass would constantly be red from the paddle so that she wouldn’t be able to sit on it.

“Are you laughing at me?” she demanded.

“Nope, just thinking how demure you are. I’ll maybe sign you up for sub training.” My comment earned me a glare and a slap on the shoulder.

“I saw you chatting with Charles this morning. Was the opening a success?”

Normally I would have prowled around the different areas all night to ensure there were no problems, but since Cassandra had booked a room, it seemed a pity not to use it. Ash had abandoned Carly after a while and took on my role. He seemed to think the location and the entertainment were well received.

“Yeah, the rooms are already fully booked for the next three months. Charles has a few ideas about how we could use the theatre for erotic shows that will bring in more customers.”

“You don’t seem excited.”

I pursed my lips together and blew out my cheeks before releasing my breath. “I enjoy creating the venues, designing the experience rooms and what we’ll offer. When it’s done, I hand the running of it over to a manager I’ve selected. We take it in turns to arrive anonymously to sample the atmosphere from time to time. Charles thinks I own that resort, so Ash or Jay will visit it in future.”

“You visit The Midnight Rooms in London,” she pointed out.

“Not anymore, I finally found what I was looking for there and claimed her.”

Cassandra’s laugh washed over me. “You know that we’re never telling our children how we met.”

“I think it was romantic.”

“Yeah, meeting their mother when another man is having sex with her is not romantic.”

“It is when I tell them that I dragged him off and gave you your first real orgasm.”

She laughed, getting her phone from her bag when it pinged with a message. She really needed to get a new notification tone, as that bird chirp made my eye twitch. It was her stillness that told me something was wrong.

“Cas? What is it?”

“I think someone is in our apartment.”

“What?” I barked out, trying to share my attention between the road and my wife.

“Someone’s just sent me a text with a picture of our living room.”

“What the fuck?” I grabbed her phone from her to glance down. It was our living room, but it was before she arrived in my life because there were no cushions in it. The message made my blood boil.

Changing your number doesn’t work. You ready for that date?

“Motherfucker!” I was going to annihilate that goofball and piss on his carcass.

“You need to calm down, Zee. I’m going to be sick.” Her hand curved protectively around her stomach.

My foot eased off the accelerator, even as my thumb moved over the controls for my phone in the car.

“Yeah?” Jordan’s voice filled the silence.

“We have a problem.” My knuckles tightened on the wheel.

“Another one? We’re already meeting with that psychopathic asshole today. Can you not reschedule your problem for another day?”

“That fucker who used to stalk Cassandra’s phone just texted her a picture of our apartment and asked her on a fucking date.”

Jordan’s laugh made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “He really does have a death wish. Does he know who you actually are?”

“He’s about to find out,” I replied darkly. “I’m about thirty minutes out from the apartment and I’ll check the security feeds.”

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