Chapter 18
Sofia
“Stop the car.” I grabbed the door handle and yanked it, cursing when it didn’t open.
“Mrs. Wolfe, we can’t-”
“Stop the fucking car!” I screamed, murderous rage sweeping through me.
How dare he.
How fucking dare he.
The car came to a screeching halt, and after several attempts to open the door, Connor hit a button, and the locks clicked open.
Without giving it a second thought, I was out of the car, marching along the street toward the entrance of the sex club.
Behind me, Connor and Rob called my name, but I ignored them, fueled by adrenaline and anger pumping through my veins.
Reaching the security guards, and with red mist clouding my vision, it didn’t occur to me that they wouldn’t let me through. A beefy hand landed on my shoulder, and a burly man scowled at me. “Where do you think you’re going, darling?”
“Take your hand off me,” I snarled. “And I’m going in there to find out what the hell my husband is up to.”
He chuckled, waggling his brows. “I can tell you what your husband is up to in there.”
Patronizing prick.
I doubted this was the first time a scorned wife had turned up and demanded they be allowed into the club to catch their deceitful husbands in the act. The asshole probably enjoyed this part of his job.
I shrugged his arm off me, trying my damned hardest not to be intimidated by the way he was towering over me. “Let me in.”
“Not today, Princess.”
“Mrs. Wolfe, you can’t run off like that,” Rob said, coming up behind me.
“Mrs. Wolfe?” The doorman’s face paled, and all hint of sarcasm vanished from his tone.
I couldn’t help the triumphant smirk taking over my face. Thank fuck for having a last name that held power.
“Yep. Mrs. Wolfe. My husband is the man you let in. So be a doll, and let me through,” I replied, giving him a saccharine smile.
He opened his mouth to reply just as his colleague tapped him on the shoulder, his features hard as stone as he repocketed his phone. “Let her in.”
The first beefy man looked at the other like he’d sprouted a second head, but doing as he was told, he unclipped the rope barrier and stepped aside.
Somewhat bewildered, I crossed the threshold.
Behind me, Rob made to follow, only to be stopped by the man who’d barked the order to let me pass. “Not you.”
The two men stared at each other, an unreadable look passing between them, before Rob took a step back.
I wasn’t going to hang around waiting for them to argue. I had bigger fish to fry, namely catching my husband with his pants down.
Literally.
Forgotten feelings stirred as I walked through the foyer and into the main hall. The interior hadn’t changed at all. Long, dark walls were lined with black and white photos of men and women in intimate positions, their moment of pleasure and ecstasy captured in time for all to see.
An archway, lit up by twinkling gold lights, led into the heart of the club, and as I passed under it, I was transported back to that moment when I ran into Theo. I quickly shook the memory away, looking around for the hallway that led to the voyeur room, knowing that was where I would find Miles.
Despite it being late afternoon, the club was buzzing. Smartly dressed men and women filled the seating areas, talking, laughing, and drinking. Ignoring curious looks that landed my way, I stormed in the direction of the voyeur room, nervous anticipation swirling in my belly.
I didn’t know how I would react if I walked in there and found Miles fucking another woman. I was beginning to accept that nothing was ever going to happen between us, but it would still hurt if I caught him balls deep in another woman.
My feet slowed as I neared the door, doubt warring with determination. It wasn’t too late; I could walk away and live in blissful ignorance. I could go home and pretend that I hadn’t seen Miles walk into the club, plunging an invisible knife into me.
I could.
But I wouldn’t.
Summoning every ounce of courage I possessed, I pushed the door open and went in. The sound of a woman’s groans reached my ears, and my eyes scanned over the small crowd gathered in front of the stage. Some were sitting, others standing, blocking my view of who they were watching.
The only light in the room was a spotlight focused on whoever was on the stage. Tentatively, I crept forward, raking my gaze over the audience to see if Miles was one of them, my pulse thumping like a bass drum.
But he wasn’t in the crowd.
My heart plummeted to the soles of my shoes when a man’s deep moans joined the woman’s. The closer I moved to the stage, the more trepidation began to pound through me, yet I continued creeping toward the stage.
When a space in the crowd opened up, I took the opportunity to slide in, overwhelming relief flooding me at finding a male with glistening black skin having his cock sucked by a blonde-haired woman, who was on her knees in front of him.
At the point of realizing the man wasn’t Miles, I should have turned right back around and walked out. But my feet were glued to the floor as I watched the couple, mesmerized by the way the woman’s head bobbed as she took the man to the back of her throat.
Managing to tear my gaze away, I looked from left to right, in awe of the expressions people in the crowd wore as their attention was fixed on the stage. Returning my eyes to them, heat warmed my cheeks, and between my legs, a familiar feeling of want began to throb.
The man on stage threw his head back as he laced one hand in the woman’s hair, his hips thrusting, forcing himself further into her mouth, and her choked groans echoed around the dark room.
Lost in their act, I didn’t register anyone behind me until hands landed on my hips, and I was tugged back against a hard chest. I stilled, until the scent of leather engulfed me, but even then, I didn’t relax.
“Looking for me, Jailbait? Or did you come here to watch them?” Miles whispered, his hot breath brushing against the shell of my ear.
All defiance went out of me in an instant, embarrassment at being caught filling me. “I…I-”
“You what?” he rumbled, his smooth, deep voice hitting me in my already aching core.
I forced the words past the embarrassment constricting my lungs.“I saw you come in here. I thought-”
“You thought you would catch me on the stage?” he accused, and rightly so.
I swallowed, but didn’t reply. One of his hands moved from my hip, sliding down the outside of my thigh until it reached the hem of my skirt, just above my knee.
“You thought you’d find me up there, with my cock rammed down the back of someone’s throat, hmm? ”
My reply clogged in my throat, not from the guilt slowly eating me up, but from the way his fingertip was skating lightly over my skin, eliciting a path of fire leading right to my pussy.
Especially when the image he’d described materialized in my mind, but it wasn’t a stranger’s mouth he was fucking; it was mine.
Abruptly, he stopped stroking and removed his hand. “You couldn’t just trust me, could you?”
The fire was extinguished in an instant, replaced once more by violent rage. I spun, coming face to face with him. “Trust you? That’s rich coming from the man who’s been spending every night since our wedding coming to a sex club.”
I hadn’t realized how loud I was until I felt curious stares from the audience turn to us. Even the sounds of moans and groans had come to a stop. Miles narrowed his eyes on me as he suddenly snatched my hand, dragging me across the room and out the door as the moans of pleasure started again.
I could barely keep up with his long strides as he hauled me through the main atrium and to a door off to one side, which opened into a long hallway. My confusion as to where he was taking me clashed with a sliver of fear.
Miles didn’t slow down as he tugged me along, not saying a word. Still struggling to match his pace, I was damn glad I’d worn flat shoes for my walk with Rafe; I would have no doubt suffered a broken ankle if I’d worn the heels I usually wore.
Reaching another door, Miles shoved it open and pushed me inside.
My gaze whipped around before the door slammed behind me, a deafening thud vibrating around the office.
I turned to Miles to ask what the hell he thought he was doing when he grabbed me and pressed my back against the door.
Gripping my chin between his thumb and finger, his snarling face sent a chill down my spine.
“You want to know why I’ve been spending every night since our wedding here?” he growled menacingly, continuing before I had a chance to respond. “I own the fucking place. I come here to work. The club doesn’t run itself.”
I gaped at him, processing his admission. “You…you own Exotique?”
“That’s what I said, didn’t I?” he hissed. “You can thank Theo for that; he insisted we bought the place a couple of years ago in hopes that one day, you’d return.” He dropped my chin and took a step back, giving me space to breathe. “And here you are.”
“I…I don’t understand.”
He ran a hand through his hair, which had grown slightly since the wedding, and I had the sudden urge to lace my fingers through it to see if it was as soft as it looked. I’d always liked Miles with longer hair.
“It’s not fucking rocket science, Jailbait,” he snapped.
“We bought the club because my idiotic cousin was convinced that one day, you’d show up again.
And then he died, leaving me to run it on my own.
” At the mention of his cousin’s name, some of his anger seeped from his body, and his shoulders slumped.
“It closed down when we lost control of the city, and I’ve spent the past few months working my ass off to get the place up and running again.
That’s why I’ve been here every night. Not fucking women like you believe. ”
I closed my eyes as shame licked at my skin. “I’m sorry.”
Miles shook his head. “I don’t want your apology. I told you, you didn’t have to worry about me fucking anyone.”