“Oh.I thought you finished the job.Never mind.Carry on.”His gaze follows a slim blonde walking through his club.
“She’s suing you?”Zander spins his glass on the table.
Zander, or Alexander Sterling—lead partner at the prestigious NYC law firm, Sterling Obsidian & Associations—is a lawyer.If that wasn’t obvious by his question.He’s made his billions through strategic legal victories for some huge names and brands, and savvy investments.
“No.Turns out Emily is my PA.”
They all roar with laughter.
Idiots.
I don’t know what I was expecting.Maybe some pity.Definitely some ribbing.But not for them all to enjoy my suffering to this extent.
This is a terrible situation...and they still don’t know the half of it.
“Fuck.”Drew slaps the table, his shoulders shaking as he chuckles further.
I nod to our personal server who hovers nearby, and he grabs the twelve-year-old single malt Macallan and heads over.
Zander and Colt slide their glasses forward an inch, and the server tops them up too.
“So did you let her go?”Mason asks, reaching his arm out along the sofa and taking a slow sip.“I wouldn’t complain about a sexy little Brit on my cock every day at lunchtime.”
I cringe, even though my own mind has gone there every day this week.
“Jesus, how have none of you been sued?”Zander shakes his head.
Mason rolls his eyes.“It’s not sexual harassment if it's consensual...dad.”
“Tell that to the judge and don’t expect me to visit you in prison.”Zander swirls his ice around the bottom of his glass.
“No one is going to prison, and no one is fucking anyone at lunchtime,” I say firmly.“Especially not me.”
Says the guy who couldn’t keep his hands to himself today.
“Speak for yourself.”Colt laughs.
Colt owns The Obsidian Club, a high-end bar which tailors to the elite of New York’s society.Only the very wealthy can afford the membership, and for good reason.
Through the two glossy black doors at the rear of the bar, which have a shiny O and C on them, is a whole other world.If you pay the additional four-figure entrance fee—cash only—you step into a titular environment most people would gasp at.
Clothes are optional—even frowned upon—in the sex club where adults enjoy themed shows and a space where they’re free to express their darkest desires.
Anything goes.
The consent rules are laid out, but when you step through those doors, you know what you are getting yourself into.
I have no doubt Colt is enjoying his lunchtimes with some of his employees way more than the rest of us.
It’s why he started the club, I guess.He’s always been into kinky shit.
Mason, on the other hand, started Obsidian Nexus Technologies, a cutting-edge AI and cybersecurity firm specializing in secure data solutions for both government and private organizations.
Drew is a finance tycoon—to quote the media—and is known for aggressive takeovers and high-risk investments.Obsidian Capital Partners considered the Crown Plaza during the beginning stages of the plan scoping, but Drew bowed out, saying the political challenges could impact our friendship.
We both agreed it was not the best idea.
“Christ.I swear you give me nightmares, Colt.More than once, I’ve imagined standing in a courtroom defending your ass.”
