It’s not like me to give a shit where someone else is concerned as long as I get paid, yet it hits a nerve and Alexi sees it too. ‘‘Watch it, London, soon you’ll be burning your bra and making poster boards. You might have to rethink the company you keep and where you work.’’ Sarcasm at its finest and I just exhale heavily at him.
‘’Anything else?’’ I gloss over it, not willing to be picked apart or give him more fuel for the fire he started under me. I’m in no mood to fight with someone who doesn’t let you win, EVER.
‘‘Room seven. We ordered a specific brand of champagne for it, make sure it’s the only room served with it and keep it topped up. Five grand a pop, so keep it's exclusive and bill him on top of his member rates for what he consumes. He’s also bringing a guest.’’
‘‘Okay, so we have fifteen members and five male guests, twenty-five girls on the floor and however many four is bringing to play with himself. I’ll call in a few reserves to bump up the number of women available and make sure every man has his choice of multiples. Servers will be picked accordingly for your family to make sure I send up the most efficient.’’ I rattle it off like a checklist and Alexi looks pleased.
‘‘For everything you are, London, I never regretted making you the hostess of my club. Efficient and beautiful, a perfect little package. You look nice today, just make sure you keep your distance and watch Santagato tonight. He’s booked in too, let Joanne deal with him as she has the skill in which you lack.’’ He raises that arrogant brow at me and I literally have to claw myself inside out to not react. So many veiled digs in such a short statement after softening me with a compliment.
He never fucking changes.
Fucking wanker!
‘’Am I going to meet my competition any time soon?’’ I sound bitter, stupidly so, and I can’t help the bite of tears that hit me. I swear this crying thing is getting ridiculous.
‘‘Soon. I’m taking her with me for a lunch date, I need an escort.’’ He seems to smile through his words as his eyes bore into me with intensity, picking me apart and looking for that reaction. It’s like the deathly blow to my soul. I swallow hard, trying to curb the shooting pain of bitter jealousy, and he just looks satisfied at my subtle reaction, testing out his new weapon I guess. Seeing if my reaction at the house was a one-off.
He knows how to wound me and I hate him for it. If ever I found moments of weakness concerning him, forgetting what a bastard he
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don’t meet the imposter until the club
filing in with wandering hands and smarmy smiles. I’ll give Carrero his due,
man his basic carnal needs and you own him. All these rich powerful suits and here they are, wagging their tails like puppy dogs because Alexi lets them unwind, let loose and practice their perversions with minimal restraint. The club has its skill where secrecy is concerned, and these men have faith in the Carrero ability to keep it under the cover of darkness and
of the party and not one guest since we opened has had a bad night or a bad trip on his grade ‘’A’’ product he keeps dishing out. From
with the idea of making it inconspicuous and easy to bypass. From the outside, he has made this building look closed off and unused. Blacked out and sealed with no signage or anything that would suggest its interior purpose and in a back alley with only two entrances, both heavily guarded, and you have no way of getting in without an access card or pin. It is soundproofed to the hilt, so you can be standing outside while the music blares and you will hear nothing. It’s like an alternate secret universe nestled so innocently in the poorer streets of New York. He even runs a car service to pick up and deposit his patrons, so no vehicles sit outside bringing attention to the building. He really
door he tends to use so his car can
down as she wanders in, holding onto his
before he puts her in her place publicly. Tall, slender, I would put her at five feet Seven or thereabouts and dressed well. Long waving hair tucked over
at it; she’s me but without the scars, which ultimately gives her an edge, she’s probably always controlled who, when and where and likes to get adventurous. I have met many Toms like her over the years. The ones who
and enjoying sex takes away some of the power they have over you. Back when I tried to form a bond with anyone who could show me a little affection. Catania never
thirteen, immersed in a seedy and dirty world of control and pain, and she tried to give me pointers to help myself rather than intervene and help me escape. It wasn’t in her interest to get invested in some scrawny little kid crying out for someone to see her. She told
by their desires and an accomplished seducer can lift herself above the rest. She helped me realise that I could control how much it damaged me, and that gave me the strength to survive
a born seductress who does just that, and she’s almost draped over Alexi like she owns him.