Page 47 of Raine
We arrive at the club forty-two minutes and three seconds later, and I can’t help scowling at Dallas from the back seat. It’s not his fault there was an accident, but fuck it if I care right now.
I exit the vehicle and instruct Dallas to be on call before closing the door and walking up to the entry of Clandestine Moments. My eyes flick over the meandering patrons mulling around, seeing the bizarre outfits and others with smokes in their mouths while a collar and chain dangle from their necks. Turning my view away from them, I smile up at the burly looking security guard. He scowls down at me, giving me a once-over before allowing me entrance into the reception area.
I walk in and spot a lady behind the counter who couldn’t be over twenty. Her bleach blonde hair hangs in waves down her back, her fake tits spilling out of her white shirt, and I can’t move my eyes from her chest while she checks the register before offering me a smile and directing me through the doors.
Peering down at my phone, I realize I’m over forty minutes late, and I don’t know whether to be nervous, worried, or excited for what that means.
Like last time, there are people crawling around on the white floors, naked bodies fucking, and the stages are filled with couples. Looking to the back corner, I spy an orgy going on that looks pretty fun. I linger on that one for a beat longer before I head to the bar to grab a drink, glancing around forhim. I don’t even consider the hot man behind the bar handing me a vodka when he eye-fucks me because my mind is on one man only tonight. He’s my ticket to let go and… be me.
The E is well and truly working its magic; the smile on my face is stretched so tight that it feels like an elastic band ready to snap. Colors are more vibrant; the cold drink in my hand feels icier, and when a warm hand lands at my back, sparks ignite, sending an SOS straight to my needy cunt.
“Hello, Darlin’,” comes his husky voice, and I can’t suppress the shiver that races down my spine.
“Hello, Gabe. Sorry…” I attempt, but his hand slides over my mouth, spiking fear and need within.
“Shhh, little one, we can work on your punishment later,” he coos in my ear, his hand moving to grip my waist in a punishing grip.
And fuck me if I don’t like it. I nod, gasping, when I feel his tongue slide up my neck to my ear. “You look fucking ravishing in this catsuit. Red suits you,” he praises, trailing his other hand over the top of my chest.
“Tha…thank you,” I stutter, and the praise he sang moments ago gives me the balls to turn around, but he stops me before I can move.
“Oh no,” he tsks, and I feel the blow in my bones, hating the fact I’ve disappointed him already.
I shake my head, tears threatening to spill, and I know it’s the pill to blame. That’s the thing with ecstasy; it can make me feel fucking amazing, but other times I end up more emotional than anything. I fucking hope that’s not the case tonight.
He must sense the shift in my demeanor because he’s spinning me around on the bar stool, his hands cupping my face as he searches my eyes.
His eyes harden briefly before softening. My eyes must be fucking blown. Shit.
“Are you high, Raine?”
I chew on my lip, uncertain how to answer the question because I’m worried he’ll end this before we begin.
“The truth, Raine, I want the truth,” he says sternly, and I shrink into myself.
His features soften again and he nudges my chin up so I can’t hide from him. I’m feeling too fucking much. This isn’t how I want tonight to go at all. The thought of Arrow enters my mind, but I stomp that down like a stampede of elephants running by.
I can’t keep running to him, and he can’t be my escape; it’s not fair to him. I need to let him go, but I don’t want to, the selfish part of me, anyway. He has always been my safe place, but I’m standing here with another man, not him, and that’s what pulls me back to Gabe.
The first traitorous tear falls, and I swipe it away angrily, grabbing at my bag so I can leave. This was a mistake. Gabe’s hand dwarfs mine when he places it over mine, halting further movements from me.
“Where did you just go?” He wonders, and I shake my head. I can’t do this.
“I…I need to leave.”
“We don’t have to do anything, Raine. Just sit with me. I have a private booth at the back there overlooking the club,” he says, pointing to it.
I suck my lip into my mouth, contemplating. I nod in silent acquiescence, wondering if I’m going to regret this; but when he smiles wide, his white teeth gleaming in the red haze around us, my belly bottoms out.
Gabe helps me out of my stool and I follow behind him, my hand in his and my bag swinging from the other. We sit down in a comfy red velvet lounge and he signals the waitress over.
I’m so transfixed by the scene on stage that I’m surprised when I hear the voice of a woman. My head snaps, and I turn to face Starr.What the fuck? I thought she had to get food for her mom.
Her eyes blow wide, and she shakes her head subtly, so I nod mine slightly, looking away because I can’t keep looking at her dressed how she is and with the guilt snaking around my intestines and squeezing.
“Sorry, sir, there’s been an emergency. I’ll send you another waitress immediately,” she stumbles through her words.
“That would be appreciated. Thank you.”
