“Or what?” I ask with a little too much irritation behind it.
“You can go to him. He’s downstairs. VIP room. Can’t miss him. You’re not exactly dressed right for that part of the club, but I’m sure it’ll be fine.” Hepauses, considering me for a little too long. “Yeah. It’ll be fine.” He shoots me an amused smirk before disappearing behind the door once again.
What in the actual fuck is going on? Tugging on my red dress shirt, I look down to assess it and my black pencil skirt. I’m not wearing anything much different from the first time I came to Gravity. I didn’t have much choice. I’m running out of laundry, which is yet another reason I need to get home.
“There’s nothing wrong with my clothes!” I yell at the door in my poor attempt to get the last word with a person who isn’t even here anymore. I’m losing my damn mind.
I pull my phone out of my purse and shoot off a quick text.
ME:He’s not even in his office… he’s downstairs.
SUTTON:By downstairs, do you mean…
ME:Jesus, no. What are you? 12?
SUTTON:Sorry. I couldn’t help it. I blame the wine.
Shit. If she’s drinking wine, it means she’s at my place, which also means Greg is being his usual prick self.
ME:Are you and the boys okay?
SUTTON:Everyone's fine. I found your wine stash, Jonah is playing some game on your x-box and Xander is passed out in your bed. Enough about me. Tell me what’s happening there?
ME:Hayes is in the club somewhere and the asshole in the office next to him won’t let me in. What do I do? I just need to sign the papers so I can come home, Sutton?
SUTTON:Go find his ass and make him come to the office now. Whatever he’s doing can wait. Fuck him.
ME:What if I see something I don’t want to see… again? I don’t think I can take it.
SUTTON:Rae, you put on your fucking big ass granny panties and go down there. Who gives a rat's ass what he’s doing? We’ll deal with it when you get home. Now hurry, Xander’s been asking for you.
ME:You know damn well, that there’s only one granny pantser between us… and it’s NOT me.
SUTTON:Whatever… you know what I mean. The sentiment is the same.
ME:Fine. Ugh. Okay. You’re right. I can do this.
SUTTON:Besides, it’s not like you’re still in love with the guy. Get your closure and then get on a plane.
I don’t bother responding to her again, instead choosing to shove my phone back in my purse with aggressiveness it doesn’t deserve.
She’s right. I’m not in love with him. It doesn’t matter what he’s doing downstairs. I just need to rip the band-aid off and get the fuck out of dodge.
My thoughts derail as I picture Demetria’s beautiful face in my mind. Her… I definitely still love. But that love doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t give me back what I lost when Hayes left me and realistically… she’s better off without me.
My pulse pounds with renewed determination as I march back down to the bar, through the guarded club entrance–where I had to leave my phone–and then downstairs. When I reach the bottom, I’m met with people of all shapesand sizes, in various states of undress. Some are observing. Some are being observed.
It’s an open space. There’s a woman flogging a half-naked man on a cross on one side of the room and on the other… a woman is crawling around on the floor attached to a collar and leash. She’s being led around the room. I’m not a stranger to the scene, but ithasbeen a minute since I engaged in any activities.
My Demetriafloats through my mind once again. She’s the only person I’ve done anything with in a long time and the last time I had her under me was months ago.
I let out a deep breath, feeling the muscles in my shoulders relax a little. Being in this space is freeing. A familiar vibration drifts through my body as I take it all in. An invisible pull. One that wishes I had her here with me so I could do something about it.
“That’s not what you’re here for,” I groan to myself.
Scanning the large space, I find the room marked VIP. My brows knit when I notice the handful of voyeurs taking in whatever is happening inthatroom.
What could they be so interested in?
