Chapter Two
Unleashed by Eden
Violet
Iadjust the black collar around my neck in the mirror, tuning out the commotion swirling around me—girls laughing and swapping stories; the clinking of brushes and compacts as regular women turn into goddesses.
The dressing room at Eden is always like this on a Saturday before Le Jardin, the night of the week where the real money is made, where goddesses spend the night with their clients.
It’s glamorous and wild, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
This isn’t just work—it’s a performance, a transformation. For a few hours, we step into roles that blur the line between fantasy and reality.
Music pipes through the dressing room speakers, the usual endless loop of bubblegum pop. Ugh… give me the heavy beats and elaborate guitar riffs of Pink Floyd any day. After two years, I’ve mastered the art of blocking it out.
My focus is on my lips, the sharp edges of the deep red contrasting perfectly with my pale skin. Eden demands the illusion of effortless beauty. It’s anything but effortless; it takes hours to get ready.
I fluff out my long black hair, letting it fall over my shoulders.
The diamond stud in my nose catches the light as I tilt my head, checking every angle.
The clients at Eden love to tell me how beautiful I am, some variation of you’re stunning, you’re gorgeous.
But none of it sticks. No matter how much I’ve changed—how my once-scrawny frame filled out, how I grew into curves I never imagined I’d have—when I look in the mirror, all I see is that awkward, too-small girl with bony shoulders and ears too big for her head.
Puffing out my cheeks, I exhale and straighten my spine. It’s almost time.
The heavy oak doors to the club swing open, and I step into the low-lit opulence of Eden.
Black, gold, and deep red envelop me—the velvet couches, the polished wood of the tables, the glint of crystal glasses catching the soft glow of the lights.
I breathe in Eden’s scent, completely addicted to it.
Moving through the room is second nature now, my bare feet sinking softly into the plush carpet.
When I first started here, it overwhelmed me—the decadence, the attention.
But now, it feels like home. Not the warm, cozy kind of home I used to dream about, but the kind you carve out yourself. The kind you learn to own.
Madame Anna, Hailee and the other goddesses are my family now. Although I’m probably the black sheep among them. Every family has one…
“Vi!” Hailee calls from behind the bar, a smile on her glossy lips. “Can you give me hand before Le Jardin starts?”
“Sure.”
“Two whiskeys for the hotties in the back booth. Blue jeans.”
I grin. “Got it.”
The perks of working here.
Grabbing a tray, I set the two crystal tumblers on it and weave through the room toward the back booth. It doesn’t take long to spot them—two guys in conversation, their worn jeans and sneakers a stark contrast to the tailored suits we usually see in here.
The blond one catches my eye. My gaze lingers a second too long before I drop my eyes to the floor, where they’re supposed to be. I keep walking, adding a little more sway to my hips.
“Fucking hell,” he whispers under his breath to his friend as I approach.
A smirk dances on my lips.
Gotcha. Hook, line, and sinker.
When I reach their table, I lower myself gracefully to my knees, setting the tray in front of them.
The blond guy clears his throat.
My smirk widens.
“Is there anything else I can get you, gentlemen?”
“Your cute ass on my lap, for starters.”
I smile and rise from my knees, perching myself on his lap, making sure to rub my ass against his semi. He groans softly, but I ignore it, acting innocent, like it was an accident.
“What brings you to Eden tonight?”
“Gorgeous women, of course… you.” He leans in, whispering in my ear as he runs his thumb over my nipple through the thin silk dress.
“Uh-uh, you know you can’t touch in here,” I admonish with a flirty wink.
“Shame. What’ll it cost me to touch you outside of Eden?”
This isn’t unusual; a lot of the clientele ask for dates outside Eden. They need a plus one for a work function, wedding, or party they don’t want to face alone. I don’t blame them.
Eden’s my only social life, and it’s work.
How sad is that? I spend my days on my own, working on my business.
My night shifts at Eden allow me the freedom to be selective with the clients and jobs I take on during the day.
I live a simple life, and Eden has afforded me the income to keep it that way.
“Speak to Madame Anna or Hailee, they’ll arrange it.” I trace my fingers along his hairline at the back of his neck.
“Look forward to it.” His eyes bleed desire. I not so subtly rock on his hard cock to seal the deal. A date outside of Eden is a lot of money. I’m not going to pass up the opportunity.
The atmosphere shifts suddenly and the club descends into hushed whispers. Usually when this happens, it means someone famous has walked in the door. I don’t bother looking. This is Eden after all, the place to escape the outside world.
“Is that Carter Ashford?” my guy says to no one in particular.
I still.
Flick my long hair over my shoulder and take a quick peek.
Fucking hell.
What’s he doing here? The tour isn’t starting until the end of the month. He shouldn’t even be in the country. I knew I had fucked myself over yesterday by thinking things couldn’t get any worse. I had to tempt the universe to keep serving up shit my way.
“Gentlemen, if you’ll excuse me for a moment. I’ll send another goddess over.” Rising from the guy’s lap, I squeeze his shoulder, look directly in his eyes, and drop my voice to a sultry purr. “I look forward to seeing you soon.” I blow him a kiss and head to the staff door.
Time to get the fuck out of here.
Carter’s by the bar talking to our regular client Dameon. I move quickly but not so fast as to draw attention to myself, and slip away into the back.
To be continued….
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