I wasn’t stupid. I knew I shouldn’t be playing this game, but I couldn’t help myself.
I wanted to hear her moaning my name while I was inside of her; fuck; she tasted delicious. Another thing I shouldn’t have done, I shouldn’t have tasted her. Oh God, I could still remember how sweet she tasted, if only she knew the control it had taken not to dive inside her delicious pussy with my mouth and devour her right then and there.
Fuck. I was getting hard just thinking about how delicious her pussy would feel wrapped around my cock. The sliver of excitement crept up my spine; every thought I had made me throb with feverish need. God, no woman had ever made me feel—this way.
I need to concentrate on my job, but as I stare at the screen, the words jumble in an incoherent mess. Blinking my eyes ten to the dozen, I can feel a pain shoot across my brow, and teasing my head with my fingertips, I groan out loud.
Why couldn’t I concentrate? Work was my life, and yet, this was the last place I wanted to be. I wanted to be back at the home where the temptation was. I wanted to bend and break every fucking rule and give in to the desire that was currently driving me insane.
“Are you busy?” James pops his head into my office with a bright smile and his deep-set brown eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Always,” I smirk, secretly happy for disrupting my chaotic thoughts.
“So, you wouldn’t be happy if I stole you away to visit Club Z?”
“Now, why would you want to drag me there at this hour?”
“The client wants to discuss a new property development, and that’s where they wanted to meet.”
“The client wants to meet there?” I raise an eyebrow with a smirk, not entirely believing that they would choose this meeting ground.
“They were rather insistent.”
Insistent on meeting at Club Z?
That made little sense. It wasn’t unusual for the client to choose the meeting place. In fact, I preferred they chose where they were most comfortable. It was hardly ever held in my office, and I liked it that way, but there was something about this that didn’t sound right. I wasn’t sure what it was; something just seemed—off.
I knew the moment he had popped his curly sandy locks around my doorframe with his deep-set brown eyes sparkling with mischief that something was off. He never got excited about client meetings. In fact, he detested them, always said what a chore they were, but look at the little bird singing now.
I met James a few years ago. The poor kid was down on his luck. His little heart had been broken. Shit, we had all beenthere, scolded by a woman who had ripped open your wall cavity, grasped your heart and stomped all over it until there was nothing left but a dark gaping hole. Yes, I knew the feeling very well.
So, I took him under my wing and gave him a job and a sense of purpose. Well, at least I liked to think I had given him a sense of purpose. People assume that the things that are bad for you destroy you, but they are wrong. Oh boy, are they wrong? Those things are Child’s play compared to the one thing that everyone searches for.
Love. The thing most would kill for, but the one thing that will ultimately destroy you. Mind, body and soul. If I could eradicate one thing from the earth, it wouldn’t be war, famine or even anger. No. It would be that sneaky little bastard we call love.
How many souls had suffered at the hands of love?
They tell you that love is the greatest adventure you’ll ever take. That’s if it doesn’t kill you first. I wasn’t always so cynical, but I had been dealt my fair share of heartbreak, and if I had been honest, it wasn’t worth it. The sliver of ecstasy you feel is just a blip in the universe compared to the pain that feels like you’re on the verge of death.
Yes, love had blindsided me, but it wouldn’t happen again, at least not in this lifetime.
Against my better judgment, I walk through the doors of CLUB Z. It is quiet, but I’m not fooled by the calm serenity that it appears to shroud you in. The low lights create a serene ambiance, and little golden tables are spread across the dark wood flooring. Two bars are on either side of the room that you would have to fight to gain entry to when it was lively. The sweet scent of a summer day wafts around my body as the scent pours from the leather-clad barmaids who greet me with a smile.
The winding staircase takes you to the second floor, and as I look around for the mysterious client, I see he hasn’t chosen this serene floor to conduct business, but why would he? This is just the meeting ground where newcomers stay to feel comfortable before they dare walk the stairs to delicious, desperate doom.
“Where is he?” I grit out.
James sheepishly looks back at me, and I know that look only too well. That is the look of a devious little fucker. “Top floor.” He whispers.
“Why would he?” I shake my head. “Never mind, let’s get this over with.” I was already regretting agreeing to this meeting. It has given me nothing but suspicion since he mentioned it, and I’m not even sure why. Something about it just—irked me.
Five floors.
Five flights of steps in utter silence.
Not knowing what greets me on the other side and with my secretive assistant giving nothing away, he said nothing the whole way up the fucking maze to doom. Shit. I knew something was off. In all the time I had known him, you couldn’t get him to shut up, and now—now he’d taken a vow of silence.
The blackened doors greet me with a sliver of red that glides across them like a snake hunting its prey. My hand rests on the golden knob, ready to walk in blind to a meeting I shouldn’t have agreed to. Turning, I look at him, and he’s as pale as a freshly laid sheet on a hotel bed. “Do you have anything you want to tell me before we walk in here?” He shakes his head. “Last chance,” I utter as my fingers move across the doorknob. Once again he shakes his head, and I let out a sigh as I swing open the heavy door and step inside.
