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“A request?” I’m seeing red already. “He’d have to be a member to do that. Did his membership already come through?”
“Yeah, he’s put up over a billion dollars for her if she accepts a year-long contract to be his sub. Everyone is speculating if Isabel will accept his offer or not. You know, being that she’s single and free of any ties to anyone, why the hell wouldn’t she? And we’re all wondering how much longer we’ll have her around the place. Not that she’s out here often, but everyone adores her.” He stands back up and goes to wait on another man as I sit and fume over what I’ve just heard.
Over a billion dollars is a ludicrous amount to pay for anything, much less a sub. And who the hell makes an offer like that without the woman asking for a submissive contract?
I mean, Bell isn’t in any auctions. Hell, she’s not even listed as a potential sub for anyone. The woman is off limits, and I thought everyone understood that.
Everyone does understand that, except, apparently, this asshole who’s barely asked to join our club.
A hand moves along my shoulder, and I turn to find a woman with a black mask who’s clad in a leather bustier. No collar hangs around her neck, meaning she’s open to anyone. And I think she’s after me.
Time to get the hell out of here. “Sorry, honey. I’ve got business to attend to.”
“Business?” She licks her plump ruby red lips as she tries to run a finger over mine.
“Yes, business.” I take her hand, holding it so she can’t touch me. “And touching a Dom without his permission can get you into trouble. This isn’t a place where women should invite such trouble.”
“Well, I am inviting it. And I’m inviting you to administer the punishment.” She leans in close as I lean back to avoid her.
But her hand is quick as she snakes it out and grabs the back of my head, pulling me to her. I find out she’s astonishingly strong and our lips collide. Her tongue thrusts into my mouth, and she moves her body so quickly, I don’t have time to stop her.
Straddling my lap, she humps me as she holds on tightly. I’m more pissed than I’ve ever been and force her off my lap. She meets my eyes with a smile as she sighs, “I guess I’ve overstepped my bounds, Daddy. Time to teach me a lesson.”
Grabbing her by the wrists, I yank her after me, striding towards the hallway to get her to a private room to show her who she’s just fucked with. My steps slow as I realize what I’m doing.
I made a promise not to do this anymore. I promised Isabel that I’d stop doing this. That I’d become the man she deserves. “You just got lucky, bitch.” I let her wrist go and turn to walk away. Just as I look up, I catch the fleeting sight of Isabel, the only person here wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She’s sprinting away from me as fast as her little feet will take her.
Hauling ass after her, I find her disappearing around a corner. When I get to it, I see her running, and I don’t think she sees the man standing in front of her. The man who’s watching her with a wry grin on his face.
The man who’s holding out his arms and grabbing her. She looks up at him, and that’s when she finds out she’s run right into Bart Mason’s arms. She turns and sees me coming after her. With one middle finger extended, she says something to the jackass who has so conveniently blocked her path. Then the two hurry away.
I nearly stop in my tracks—I’m shocked she’d do this to me.
But I can’t stop. I can’t let him take her anywhere. I know he means her harm. I know it with everything inside of me.
As fast as I’m going, they’re maintaining their distance from me, and I’m gaining nothing. Out the door they go and into the night. Frantic to get to her, I find some more speed and turn it up.
I push the door to the employee entrance open. And I find nothing on the other side. Not a soul and not a sound.
The wind picks up, sending leaves spinning through the air. The sound of heels hitting the sidewalk has me walking around the side of the building, and I see that the little slut who kissed me is leaving.
Something tells me she’s in with Mason and I follow, keeping my distance so she has no idea I’m here. I hide behind a tree as a long black car stops in front of the sidewalk and she gets into it.
It’s the same kind of car Bart Mason got into the first night he came to my club. She has to work for him. I was set up by the fucking bastard.
Somehow, Bart Mason knows Bell and I are a thing. I mean, I know he saw us in the car together, and he knows I’m protective of her, but he knows more than that. He knows she’s mine and he doesn’t care. He wants her to be his.
Well, he’s in for the fight of his life. I hope he’s ready.
Turning to go back inside, I head straight to my office to get the fucker’s address. All of our members have to give us an address that’s validated by our security team.
It’s one of the formalities we came up with after one man attacked another man’s sub in a private room where she was sent to wait for her Dom. It took the authorities a while to track him down as the address he’d given us was fake. So now we have every single address verified. And Mr. Mason is about to get a visit from a very mad man.
