Page 5 of Green Lights and Obsession
But she said yes.
She knew he would be coming for her, and she still said yes.
His hand twitched at the thought of punishing her. Of turning her ass red and denying her before taking her over the edge. She was his, and he was going to remind her of that fact very soon.
The elevator opened on the top floor and Jay made his way to the end of the hall. A corner office that would no doubt be unlocked this time of day as the man in question wouldn’t be expecting anyone.
He had the gun raised as he swiftly pushed the door open.
“Your request has been denied.” Jay smirked. “He sends his regards.” The bullet was pushing through the back of the man’s skull before he could even yell.
Jay walked further into the office, pulled the flash drive from his pocket and plugged it into the computer. A few clicks later and the files were being transferred. He pulled out his phone.
Jay: Drinks on me tomorrow.
W: Excellent.
In a matterof minutes he was out the back and in the back of his car and headed to the club. He’d kept his suit clean and would tuck the gun away in the safe in his office. There wouldn’t be a need for it the rest of the night.
Just beyond the highway, out of the city, held what one might assume was a gated community or private residence for old money. The discreet surrounding of trees helped keep away prying eyes. There was only one way for someone to get past the gate, and it was a hefty price.
Jay zipped his car right along the road to the underground parking garage for the owners. He was more of a silent partner, choosing not to partake but observe. He’d appreciate the facility more once Daisy was a member.
The benefit of the garage was the back entrance to the offices and private balconies. It was his favorite place to observe. He didn’t care to interact with anyone. Few knew his face, but all knew his name. A name associated with extravagant parties and business deals. It was all part of the plan.
The lights lowered as purple and yellow spotlights hit the stage. He watched from his private balcony as another couple took the center stage below. The woman smiled at her Dom as he began to wrap and twist the rope around her body.
Dean and Kate were one of his favorites to watch. They always made art together, it was beautiful. It helped that she didn’t have a bratty bone in her submissive body. She didn’t instantly remind him of Daisy like some of the others. It’s probably why they’d declined the last few applications to the club.
Club Oxy wasn’t cheap, and it was members only. Every potential member had to be vetted by a current member then approved by all ten of the owners. Jay didn’t want to be one of the owners at the beginning.
The idea of a BDSM club seemed cheap. That was before Wolfsheim introduced him to the man with the idea. Meyer Wolfsheim wasn’t someone you could say no to. He was limited on the business he got involved in to make sure everything in his kingdom ran smoothly.
Jay wanted to hesitate, but when the biggest boss in the city tells you to do something, you do it. Wolfsheim never stepped foot in the club, Jay was his eyes and ears in the place. Only one of the other owners even knew Wolfsheim was somewhat of a private partner.
“Ms Baker is here.” Rob gestured to the woman coming through the hall below.
“Is anyone with her?” Jay glanced down to see her walking up to the bar.
“It doesn’t appear so. Do you want to send the invitation to her tonight?”
His jaw ticked. “She’s still sitting on the last one.” Was it too soon? He didn’t want to raise suspicion. He shook his head. “No.”
Jay Gatsby threw two kinds of parties. The first was exclusive and strictly for Club Oxy, the second was one at his home in West Egg. Those house parties were for anyone to attend. The bigger the better until he captured the attention of the one they were truly for.
He moved away from the balcony. “Anything else?”
Rob shook his head. “See you tomorrow?
Jay nodded. “Yes. I’d like you to oversee the arrival of food and drink as usual.”
“Of course.”
Rob was one of the few people Jay trusted. Depending on the business, he acted as a driver, assistant, or whatever else was needed of him. The man never questioned anything. He took care of business and lived a life of solitude.
Jay grabbed his hat from the stand then pulled the door to his office closed. It wasn’t a far drive home. The city lights grew even farther in the distance. His phone was going off before he even stepped foot in his front door.
“Yes?” His shoes were quiet across the tile floor as he made his way to the back of his house.
