Page 80 of Unwritten Rules

“For fuck’s sake. Hear me now, Mila. V is my friend. This is her business.”

Mila screws her eyes in confusion, shaking her head as I clear away her confusion.

“Valentine’s, Hellcat. Valentine’s is hers. Well - technically…” I shrug. “It’s ours, as bequeathed from my dearly departed sire, but I’m like a silent partner...of sorts.”

Her eyes widen more with each word I speak, round as saucers by the time I’m done. “You own a sex club? Henry never said—”

“Henry doesn’t know. No one does.”

Mila’s mouth drops open, and I continue.

“No one knows of my father’s involvement in this club or the sister club in the States run by V’s brother. It would have been unseemly for a Viscount to be seen as associated in that way.”

When I stop, Mila’s wide eyes narrow accusingly. “You’re hardly going to expect me to believe you don’t make use of the facilities when you’re here, hmm?”

Her chin drops down onto her chest as she finishes, the hurt in her accusation hanging between us.

Reaching forward, I palm her cheek and gently tilt her face up to meet my eyes. “Mila, I do use the facilities here—”

She tries to shrug away from my touch, but I hold her in place.

“However, it’s not in the way you’re thinking.”

Ceasing the effort to extricate herself from my hold, she pins me with her beautiful eyes. “Who you fuck and where you do it is none of my business, Nathaniel. Now, if you’ll excuse me—”

Falling forward onto my knees, I cup her face, intent on ensuring that she’s hearing what I’m about to say. “Hellcat, I come here to work off my frustrations. My pent-up anger. My unspeakable desires…”

Her brows draw together in clear confusion.

“And I do that downstairs. In a boxing ring, usually once a month, in an effort to keep my head clear and my mind focused. To keep my dick firmly in my pants and away from you.”

Our moment is broken when a whoop of excitement followed by several girls giggling echoes down the corridor I’ve just entered through.

I don’t care if my own face is seen soliciting an elite sex club – though the board at Waldon-Forbes may take issue – but I draw the line at Mila’s name being associated with this shithole, considering she too is unmasked like me.

Unfurling my frame, I stand and hold my hand out for Mila. “Come on, let’s hide that face from the masses, Hellcat.”

Her eyes flicker back and forth from my outstretched palm to my face and back again several times as I can see her weigh up the pros and cons behind her stunning golden green eyes.

“If Henry gets wind of this—”

She grabs my hand, pulling herself to stand whilst I hide a smirk – I don’t even feel bad using her brother to force her to do my bidding. Henry will have both our heads if this gets out.

“Come on.”

I head further into the maze that makes up the Voyeurism Chamber as the area we’d been occupying sees at least half a dozen masked visitors invade it.

The corridor narrows until, eventually, it splits off in two. Without conscious thought, I steer us left, coming to a dead end housing one single door.

The Roleplay Room.

Bollocks it anyway!

When I turn to go back the way we’d come, Mila’s stood still, forehead crinkled as she reads the plaque over the door.

“Shit, Hellcat. I should have swung a right back there. Come on.”

Before I’ve even finished my sentence, Mila drops my hand, steps around me and turns the door handle. “Not a damn hope.”