Page 174 of Damaged Mogul
Mikki is about to answer when Shione slaps her enormous breast hard.
My head jerks back.
She pinches her nipples so hard,Ifeel it.
Dear God.
“She’s an eccentric who divorced well. Twice,” Mikki says. “She has the money and she loves being watched and watching others.”
“Okay.” I don’t get it.
“The first time at the club is jaw-dropping,” Mikki says.
“She’s right.” Keira nods. “In case you were wondering, it takes a while to stop being freaked out by people fucking each other or performing oral sex on each other on one of the oversized L-shape couches, up against a wall, in the staircase, or on the floor. And, don’t be surprise if you smell the scent of sex for days to come.”
What have I gotten myself into?“Noted.”
Keira invited Michaela and I to her place for dinner, a scrumptious dessert, and some liquid courage. Phoenix, Rhys, and Gage are hanging out with Collin and his brother Shane.
Gage and his buddies arrived a little while ago. He’s floating somewhere.
Dominika isn’t coming because Rod refuses to let another man see her baby belly, so they’re having a private Angel and Demon night at their place. Other people in Gage’s inner circle will arrive later. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact I’m partying with this crowd.
In a matter of five days, I went from being a virgin to stepping into a private adult club.
I leapfrogged my way up the kinky ladder.
Unbelievable.
Nadine is going to freak out.
“Do you need a drink?” Keira says.
I shake my head. “I’m okay for now. I have enough liquid courage in my system as is.”
“Don’t forget, we’re only allowed two drinks,” Mikki says.
“I won’t.”
Security is no joke here. You don’t waltz into Dark Compulsion, even if you’re on the guest list. After signing the lengthy NDA and given a warning about the use of phones, a tall, leggy blonde secured a cuff around my wrist before giving me a club name––a computer generated Crayola color. Pretty original.
Michaela and Keira have proper club names and club rings.
When I enquired about the annual fees, my eyes doubled in size. That’s some serious coin to get your freak on.
Keira scours the room before fixing Mikki and I with her hazel-green eyes. “I’m guessing our friends who’ve arrived are up in their rooms, involved in some kinkiness. I don’t see anyone that’s part of our inner circle,” she says. “Let’s go to the bar for some sparkling water. I’m thirsty.”
“Lead the way,” Mikki says.
I follow my two friends through the mass of bodies.
I can’t help but wiggle my shoulders when I recognize the song playing.
Don’t Call Me Angel.
The perfect theme party song.
The music is low enough not to drown out conversation, but loud enough to enjoy.
