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Chapter 36
Isabel
One day later
It’s been a long and busy day as we had to go to the club early to prepare for the Halloween Ball. I’m finally taking a half hour to myself to take a long hot bath and try to settle down a bit from the abundance of activity.
Sipping some red wine, I lay back and just relax. The first stop this morning was the spa to get my body prepped to the max for our wedding. No one knows about it, except the other owners.
As I lie here, I can imagine the hearts of many of the women in the club will be broken when they watch the man they all lust after marry someone they had no idea he had any kind of relationship with.
Another sip of wine and I close my eyes.
What a day.
Grant and I have had everything we need brought into one of the private apartments here at the club. All I have to do now is get out of this tub, head into the bedroom, and get ready. But oh, how good this feels, just lying here in this hot water.
Grant is lying on the bed, taking a little nap after the quick shower he took. We had a long night last night, visiting with his family and laughing so much our cheeks hurt when we finally went to sleep.
And the morning came far too soon. Grant and I excused ourselves just after breakfast, telling his family that we had to head to the airport to get on a private jet to Las Vegas to get married.
We’re both sad they won’t be attending the wedding, but we couldn’t ask them to come to a BDSM club after all.
Somewhere deep inside of me, I wish we’d made different plans for our wedding. I wish his family could be there when we say our vows. But I also want all the women in this club to know that the man is mine and to keep their hands, and especially their lips, off of him.
I don’t want any woman coming to him, asking for his expert training. I don’t want any woman coming up to Grant for anything really. Not any woman in this club, at least. They all have one thing on their minds when they look at my fiancé. Exquisite torture—and all are hopeful he’ll decide to fuck them by the end of it all.
This sounds selfish and I’m well aware of that, but I’d like it if Grant and I could get out of this business. I can’t see us having anything close to a normal marriage and family if we keep being so involved in the hands-on running of this club.
And now that he’s got his family back in his life, I hate that we’re lying to them. There have already been too many secrets in that family. No need to add more.
We can maintain our relationship however we want. No reason to stop doing things that turn us both on. But I’d prefer we leave the club out of it. Make it private and personal. It’s not as if Grant will ever show me off on stage again. Not after tonight.
And tonight nothing is going to happen that shows off my body. He was adamant about that. No, tonight will be about my complete and total submission to him—about how I will make him my number one priority, forever.
Grant’s been a top priority to me since I met him anyway. It’s not going to change much for me. Putting him first has never been an issue, not really. And he’s putting me first in his life now. That makes it so much easier to make this commitment to him.
A crashing sound has me jolting up in the tub, and I see the wine glass I’d been holding has fallen out of my hand without me knowing it. Maybe I was kinda falling asleep and dropped it.
The bathroom door flies open and Grant’s standing there, wearing only his black, tight, boxer briefs, rubbing his sleep-filled eyes. “What happened? You okay?”
“I dropped my wineglass. I must’ve been falling asleep in here. I was so relaxed. Until I made this mess, that is.” I look at the red wine that’s spilled all over the white tiled floor and the sharp shards of glass that litter it too.
I move to get out of the tub but Grant stops me. “Stay put. I’ll clean this up and then you can get out. I don’t want you to cut yourself.”
Lying back in the tub once more, I gaze at my handsome man as he kneels to clean up the mess I’ve accidentally made. He’s amazing. Wonderful. And he’s about to be all mine and mine alone.
“I love you, Grant Jamison.” I bite my lower lip as my body heats for him.
Placing the glass he’s picked up in the trash can, he smiles and shakes his head. “Your face is glowing. I know what you want, and there’s no time for that. We have to dress, and you have your hair and makeup to do still.”
I reach over and pull the plug up to drain the water from the tub. “I think a nice shower would help you wake up, Grant.”
“I think I already took one right before I laid down. And I think you just want to get me naked and in the shower with you.” He picks up the damp towel he’d used before and wipes the wine off the floor. “Housekeeping won’t be happy about the stain the wine’s going to leave on this white towel.”
With the water mostly out of the tub, I stand up. Placing one hand on my hip, I lean back against the tiled wall and gaze at the man I’m about to marry. “Just looking at you can turn me on. Did you know that just thinking about you turns me on, Grant?”
My eyes move down to watch the bulge in his boxer briefs expand. His hand moves over the growing appendage as he sighs. “Start the shower. You’ve started something here and you’re going to have to finish it now.”
