Page 12 of Truth
Cutting her off simply to de-escalate her nerves, my response is sharp. “No, I am not this hands on with other ventures. My company houses a lot of subsidiaries, but I have a personal interest as well as financial in this particular business.”
“Gotcha, I just wondered because…”
Sarah is cut off by a knock on the door, drawing my attention and my annoyance. Without looking up I bark, “Come in.” One of the bar backs opens the door, leaning in halfway. “Oh hey, sorry. I don’t mean to interrupt a meeting, but we have an issue.”
I’ve been here all of an hour, and instead of being buried inside a blonde, I’m hearing all about “issues.” This place is beginning to feel like less of a sanctuary and more like a pain in the ass.
“What’s the problem?” My tone is direct and clear.
Looking a little unsure, he replies, “Well, it looks like someone let in a bachelorette party, and now they are in the main room acting like newbies and we’re getting complaints.”
“Son of a bitch,” Sarah curses under her breath. “I’ll take care of it, King.” She stands, looking aptly apologetic.
“Good. Find out who let them in and fire them. This club’s reputation is built on privacy—I don’t have to remind you what we charge for membership. I won’t have some curious girls in here looking to have a story to tell.” My voice must punctuate the irritation I’m feeling because they jump into action, most likely for fear they will be next on the chopping block.
I turn around to the monitors and pull up the main room. Six girls in total. They stand out like sore thumbs. Fuck me, one of them has on a damn tiara and sash. Shaking my head and raking my hands through my hair, I stand up, button my tailored black suit jacket, and adjust my cuffs before I head out to see how this situation is going to shake down. Heads will roll for this. That’s the one decision I’m sure of. Walking around the corner into the main room I spot the ridiculous group standing and giggling. They couldn’t look more out of place if they tried. I watch security discreetly approach and begin talking to a girl wearing dicks around her neck. Rubber dicks. Shaking my head, I can’t believe these girls made it through the door. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for fun, but these walls are for a different kind of fun, and these girls seem unschooled.
I survey the room, happy to see that although the bar back said complaints were lobbied, I don’t see anyone raising a concerned brow. Scanning the room, I spot Sarah having the front door guard removed, his head cast downward, a sign of his fucking guilt. He knows better—people need a key to get in; he couldn’t have actually thought this would go unnoticed.
My eyes are drawn back to the rubber dick girl. She seems to be pushing the idea of being allowed to stay and holds up a key as proof of her eligibility.Son of a bitch. Whoever gave that to her will never step another foot in here.I eye Sarah approach and begin the “thank you but get the fuck out” speech. As she takes the key from the girl’s manicured hand and passes it to security, I laugh to myself, leaning against the bar at how ridiculous this situation is. I’ll make sure to find out whose key that is so that I can blacklist them.
My gaze wander over the group of women, taking in the heavily made-up faces and spray tans, when I land on her. It’s as if everything comes into focus. All the air leaves my lungs as I am filled with her essence. My body starts to react before I can process. I stand straight, eyes focused. Every receptor in my body is on high alert over this brown-haired beauty. She’s tall, lean, maybe five foot nine or so with long, rich brown wavy locks running down her back, leading my eyes down to her perfect ass and legs for days, accentuated by the hem of her dress. She wears that dress like a threat, intimidating and powerful, and she has the most perfect red lips. But it’s her eyes—her eyes hit my soul. They’re ice blue and deadly because each time she looks around the room, it’s as if she sees the truth behind the presentation. The thought shakes me to my core, but it’s the singular reason I can’t stop staring.
She’s fucking stunning. It’s as if just the sight of her woke me up from my sleep. I feel hungry, and I’m fucking mesmerized. She isn’t giggling and looking embarrassed; she looks quietly intrigued. Jesus, I can see how she tilts her head, looking around, taking in the overt sexualization that hangs like fog in the air. I’m captivated watching her roll her shoulders back, causing her breasts to jut out ever so slightly, while she rubs the fabric of her dress along her hips. She’s on fire. What the fuck am I feeling? I don’t believe in love at first sight, but I definitely believe in lust at first sight.
And I fucking want her.
I can’t help myself. I make my way closer, maneuvering between security to standing a few feet behind Sarah to watch this beautiful creature. She looks alive, her eyes dilated and(fuck me)licking her lips. That mouth is something created from my dreams. She is a goddess, cast down from the heavens and into this hellish paradise. My eyes linger over her body, taking in all my favorite parts. I watch her shiver when her eyes land on two people feeling up their partner. She likes to watch. Her body is her tell; those nipples pushing through the fabric scream to me everything I want to know. I want to put my mouth around the hard, little peaks. God, she’s gorgeous, and as she turns her back, my eyes drift down those locks that hit almost to the spot where a woman’s back curves to accentuate the swell of their ass—and damn does she have an ass. I wanna bite it.
This woman is a knockout, and she exudes the confidence of a woman who knows she’s attractive. Although her gorgeous face isn’t what’s grabbing my attention; it’s her interest. Not only does she want to be here, she wants what’s being offered, and I have so much I want to offer her. I watch her like a panther watches his prey, taking in when she bites her bottom lip or how often her eyes linger on the PDA being presented. I want to know everything I can before I pounce. She walks away from the group deeper into the room, and I know I only have one devious option.
Turning my attention away from my bliss, I look to Sarah. “Get them a table at another club, on us. Pull around a limo and get them on their way. Be discreet. Do it now.” Sarah immediately turns to share my offer, and the girls are appeased. Security begins to escort them out. I would feel guilty for being so manipulative, but my desire for her has literally turned me into a monster. That’s a lie—I’ve always been a monster. Although, I’ve never been so driven to be inside a woman in my life.
Looking around the room, I spot her by the stairs that lead to the private rooms. My heart starts pounding as the visuals of taking her into one of those rooms invades my mind. My feet start moving before I recognize what I’m doing. I don’t even have a plan. What am I going to say to her?Hey, mind if I tie you up and fuck in front of an audience? I need to get myself together. What the hell has gotten into me? Stopping in my tracks, I run my fingers through my hair, then grip the back of my neck and hang my head low, taking in a slow, deep breath.
When I look up, I see a sleazy-looking asshole making his way over to her. As he approaches, she smiles politely, but I can tell she wants nothing to do with him. He leans in and whispers something to her. I imagine his breath touching her skin, and when I see her shake her head and take a step back, I get the urge to make him eat his tongue for whatever he just said to her. I look over and motion for security.
“Do you see that asshole?” He leans in again to her as she scans the space for her group.
“Yes, sir.” She backs away, holding up her hands to chest level and shaking her head again.
“Revoke his membership and kick him out. Be discreet and make sure he understands he isn’t welcome back, with whatever means necessary.”
“Yes, sir.” Nodding his head and cracking his knuckles, my sentinel makes his way toward the man at the same moment those beautiful blue eyes make contact with me. We stand stock-still, held in our gaze. I feel the draw to this woman from where I stand, and I can tell she feels it too. She darts her eyes to the door and then back to me, raising her eyebrows as some kind of challenge. I can’t help it; the corner of my mouth to turn upward into a sly smile.She wants to play.Giving me a wink, she walks toward the doors, and I know I need to act. Refocusing, I start on my original path, weaving through people and making my way to her.
Outside, I see her hail a cab, still looking around for her friends. I need one sign that I’m not crazy, blinded by my desire for her. The car pulls up and she reaches for the door, looking back over her shoulder. Her hesitation is all that’s needed because she isn’t looking for her friends; she’s looking for me. It’s in that moment that I’m spurred forward, feeling the most incredible sense of urgency for her to stay. Without second-guessing, I reach out as she ducks into the cab, grabbing her elbow and feeling the delicious charge between us. Her head shoots back, and our eyes meet again.
“Truth or Dare, gorgeous…”
Time seems to stop; at the least, my breathing does. All my wettest dreams rest on this very moment. The gleam in her eyes says she wants to play, and that’s the beauty of the question. I can see her truth, she wants this, and the dare is a challenge she won’t pass up.
Pushing back up slowly to standing, she looks at me and then down to her elbow. I wonder if she feels the connection, the vibe, the charge—whatever the fuck anyone wants to call it, we have it. I know she feels it. The moment our eyes locked, I could see everything. I recognize her yearning, the fire and the need to dominate and be dominated but not be controlled. This woman is made for me. I feel dizzy from just touching her elbow, drunk from the haze of our connection. Her eyes bore down to my depths because like recognizes like and we stand lost in each other. I know her answer before it leaves those gorgeous plump lips.
“Truth,” she whispers. Her voice has a slight rasp in it, making my dick jump. Keeping my eyes locked to her face, I step aside as she turns back to the front doors, breaking our eye contact. Moving my hand to the small of her back, I lead her into my hedonist Church.
ITRY AND STEADY MYbreathing as I follow this gorgeous stranger’s lead. I don’t know why I am so willing to follow him into darkness, but something about him makes me feel curious and alive, and I swear for a moment it was as if I recognized him, like we’d met. My brain is on overload. The attraction is firing between us like tiny firecrackers, gaining momentum with every step. It’s palpable. This is the very last situation I thought I would find myself in tonight. But I swear the heat building between us is crashing like sets of waves, only restrained by our public setting.
The man is massive. He has to be about six foot four, with broad shoulders and the darkest brown tousled hair, it’s almost black. God and his hands are like mitts; I can feel it take up my lower back and spread heat up my spine. His skin is olive colored, and I can see a hint of a tattoo peeking out from his starched white collar.How much of his body is covered?He looks polished, elegant with a hint of an edge. His face is rugged, and he carries a five-o’clock shadow that showcases his full lips. His eyes are held prisoner by the longest black lashes, but it doesn’t matter because those hazels are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
