I’ve been seeing Wesley for a couple of months now. I met him at Blackout of all places. I ordered a drink, and when I turned around to go dance, I ran right into him. We both ended up wearing my drink.
“Okay, come on.” He grabs my hand and pulls me through the crowd over to the bar where a few of his friends stand. He tells the rest of his friends goodbye and then leads me out the back door to the parking lot.
I wasn’t planning on coming out tonight. I was out with a friend having margaritas when he called and asked if I wanted to go out. I thought, why not?
He opens his passenger door for me, and I fall into it. Shutting the door, I look up, and a black bike catches my attention across the parking lot. It’s facing away from the car, and I squint my drunken eyes to see a man straddling the bike.
My heart picks up when I see it’s Haidyn. Even my blurry eyes can’t miss him. He leans the bike to the right and kicks up the stand before he starts it up. The rev of the engine fills the car as Wesley opens the driver’s side door and gets in. As he closes it, Haidyn pulls out of his spot and drives out of the parking lot.
Fuck!I lean back in my seat, blowing the loose strand of hair from my face. Closing my eyes, I run my sweaty hands down my thighs, feeling my skin tingling.
“You okay?” Wesley touches my arm, and I jump.
My eyes spring open, and I take a deep breath. “Yeah.” I give him a drunken smile. I can’t feel my lips at this point. “Just tired.”
The wet spot on my thong tells a different story. I’ve always been curious about sex, but ever since I started seeing Haidyn, my body has seemed to come alive in ways I’ve never known before, and I honestly don’t know what to do about it. Even getting myself off isn’t enough.
“Let’s get you home and into bed.” He starts up his car.
Haidyn has my mind so fucked. I can only imagine what he’d do to my body if given the chance.
Another two weeks have passed.I can’t decide if they’re going slow or fast. I feel like the time between my meetings with Haidyn drags on, but then when the day comes, I’m like shit, I just saw him.
It’s because I’m letting him fuck with my head. The last time I was here, he told me he was going to tie me up, hang me from the ceiling, and fuck all my holes. My body still hasn’t recovered from the visual he gave me.
Parking my SUV, I get out and walk up the steps to the Carnage doors, and the one on the right opens before I reach the last step.
“Miss Hewett?” Jessie looks at me in surprise, dressed in his all-black tux. “Haidyn had me cancel his session today.”
“I got your text.” I woke up to Jessie’s message at seven this morning that Haidyn was canceling. The fucker didn’t even bother to text me himself. “Is he dead?” I ask, only half joking.
He frowns but answers, “No.”
“Then we’re having a session.” I start to walk toward the hall where I know there’s an elevator that will take me to the seventh floor when he stops me.
“Haidyn isn’t up there.”
I huff. “Then where is he?” He can’t just blow me off. I’m here to do a job, and I’m going to make sure I get it done.
He pulls his cell out of his pocket and places it to his ear. “Sorry to bother you, sir…” I roll my eyes. “But Miss Hewett is here…I know, sir. I did—” He pauses and nods a few times. “Yes, sir.” Ending the call, he places his cell back in his pocket and gestures to the elevators. “He’ll see you.”
I drop my head to hide my smile as I walk toward the elevator and step inside. It’s a small win but still a win. I won’t let him think he can bully me around. I’m still going to show up. No matter what. He can try and talk about fucking me all he wants, they’re just words.
Jessie enters and pressesB,making me frown. I turn to look at him. “I thought you said he’d see me?” We haven’t had many sessions, but they’ve always been in the same room on the seventh floor.
“He’s in the basement,” he says.
The door slides open, and we’re instantly hit with cold air that makes me shiver and the smell almost knocks me over. “Jesus,” I whisper, placing my hand over my mouth and nose. It smells like rotten eggs.
Jessie is unfazed as he steps off the elevator and leads me down a hallway. He stops at a set of plastic strip curtains and pulls them open for me. “Don’t want you to get dirty.” He nods to my white knee-length dress and pink blazer.
“Thank you,” I mumble, turning sideways to make sure I don’t get anything on me. They look covered in dirt, but it could be old blood, for all I know.
I can hear “Painkiller” by Three Days Grace off in the distance as we walk past a large open room. It’s got recessed rectangular holes in the concrete floor. Reminds me of graves—three side by side. If graves had five metal bars that ran from the top to bottom.
The music gets louder as we come up to another hallway. Doors line either side with metal slots in the center of them that are about hip height.
The smell is getting stronger the farther back into the basement we get, and I try to breathe through my mouth so I don’t throw up and embarrass myself.
