He nodded. “For sure.”
I headed toward the exit, ready to get outta there and fix whatever was waiting for me back at the hotel.
But just as I got to the door, JD, one of the bouncers, stepped in front of me.
“Yo. You can’t leave right now,” he told me.
I frowned, looking at him sideways. “What you mean I can’t leave?”
He didn’t flinch, didn’t even blink. “All the exits are sealed. We got a situation outside.”
Now, I was curious and annoyed. “What kind of situation?”
JD leaned in slightly, keeping his voice low. “A fight broke out outside. One of the dudes said he’s goin’ to his car to grab a gun. We ain’t letting nobody out ’til it’s handled.”
“C’mon, man. Just let me dip out real quick. I gotta go.”
JD crossed his arms. “Nah. Can’t do that, Damar. Ain’t nobody leavin’ ’til it’s safe.”
I looked over at Tyrell, another bouncer standing nearby. I hoped he might back me up, but all he did was shrug like his hands were tied.
I let out a frustrated breath, feeling trapped. “Are y’all serious? I got somewhere I need to be, man.”
JD didn’t budge. “I’m not playing, bro. Stay inside.”
Shaking my head, I turned back toward the club.
AVIANA SCOTT
“Are you okay?”
My heavy eyes darted toward him as he cleaned his seed from my stomach with a soapy towel. They were weighed down with exhaustion. Mythic and I had fucked for two hours, taking our frustrations out on each other sweetly and making up for lost time. But now I had cum a countless number of times, and he had finally given me mercy by cumming.
I couldn’t look at him. I gnawed on my bottom lip as I stared up at the ceiling. “Of course not.” Watching him wash his cum away from my stretch marks made me cringe. “You need to leave.”
The passion was gone. The aura of lovemaking had subsided, and reality had set in.
“Why? Talk to me. What’s wrong?”
I groaned, sitting up. “What do you mean what’s wrong?This. This was wrong!”
“Did it feel wrong?”
I winced. “No.” Then I swallowed hard, fighting to allow my morals to win the battle against my yearning for him. “But I’m married, and you have a girlfriend who is sick.”
Mythic looked at me with eyes filled with a blend of pain and yearning. “And despite all of that, I love you.”
His words dripped with affection. I winced, feeling a pang in my chest at the sight of such raw need and want in his eyes. It was too much to witness. “Mythic, please…” My voice trembled as I tried to find the right words.
“No. Fuck that,” he interrupted, shaking his head with determination and desperation. “I love you, Avi—”
“Mythic, I am married.”
His face fell, a flicker of hurt crossing his features. But he stubbornly pressed, “Do you love me?”
The question struck me like a physical blow. I could feel my heart pounding as I tried to maintain my composure. “I am married,” I could only insist.
He didn’t relent, his eyes locking on to mine. “Answer the question.”
