Chapter 20 #3
“You know, in an autograph book you used to write on the last page, by hook or by crook I’ll be last in this book.”
“That’s so dumb.” Thomas curls his lip. “Don’t tell anyone that story, okay?”
I giggle as we walk to the front door. “Three please.” I smile confidently.
The bouncer glances over our shoulder and nods, he unhooks the red rope.
“How much?” Thomas asks.
“Free tonight.”
I glance over my shoulder to see Philippe and Stefan walking up behind us.
They got us in.
“Oh my god,” Thomas whispers as we head up the stairs. “We’re in.”
“Only because of Philippe.” I roll my eyes. “Ugh, so annoying. Can’t we do anything by ourselves?”
“I’m not complaining.” He rubs his hands together as if he just won the lottery. We get to the top of the stairs and are stopped by a lady sitting behind a desk. “I’ll need identification and for you to sign here.”
“Sure.” We pass our licenses over and she scans them and then hands us an iPad. “Sign here.”
“What are we signing?” I ask.
“A nondisclosure agreement.”
What?
We stare at her, shocked. “Are you serious?”
“Do I look like I’m joking?” she asks deadpan as she looks us up and down. “No signature, no entry. And just a warning, if you do break your NDA and share anything that you see in this club, you will be criminally charged to the full extent of the law.”
Jeez…. So dramatic.
We all glance at each other and then with a shrug, sign her stupid iPad and continue up the stairs. “Who does she think we’re going to tell anyway?”
At the top of the stairs we go through another checkpoint. “Identification please.”
This really is over the top.
We hand it over again and he reads the license numbers out to someone over a headpiece and then passes them back. “Have a good night.” He opens the large door and we walk in and stop on the spot.
“What. The. Actual. Fuck?”
“I’ve never seen anything like this,” Thomas whispers wide-eyed.
“Holy fucking hell.” Helene’s eyes dart from place to place. “I don’t know where to look first.”
There are naked women covered in gold paint dancing on podiums.
Naked.
The barmen are all shirtless, women are dressed in black leather corsets and black lace panties and are carrying around silver trays with shots on them.
“Welcome.” One smiles, she has long red hair and is absolutely gorgeous, my eyes drop down her scantily dressed body, man…. She works out, hard.
“Can I offer you a shot?” she asks.
“Umm.” We glance at each other. “Sure.” We all take a shot of something clear and throw it back.
“Tequila.” I wince, we put the empty shot glasses back on the tray and she saunters off.
“How’s her ass.” Thomas smiles as his eyes linger on her.
“Tight,” I whisper.
Another woman arrives with a silver tray covered in white lines of powder. “A welcome treat.”
Cocaine…you can get cocaine as a welcome gift?
“What the fuck?” Helene squeaks.
“Don’t mind if I do.” Thomas smiles.
“That could be anything,” I whisper.
“That works because I’m up for anything.” He smirks.
I glance over to see a man getting a lap dance by a naked lady. “Is this a strip club?” I ask the cocaine dealer.
“This is an everything club.” She winks and walks away as we all stare after her.
I look to the other side of the club to see a man in a G-string giving a woman a lap dance. Her partner is sitting beside them watching while he smokes a cigar. The dancer leans in and kisses her and then leans in and kisses her husband.
“Fucking hell, is this a brothel?”
There’s a packed dance floor and a DJ box, the man dancing behind the DJ is naked and painted gold with a massive erection. It’s bouncing heavily around between his legs as he dances.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, the others follow my line of sight.
“Viagra, anyone?” Thomas whispers wide-eyed. “Now I have officially seen it all.”
“Don’t ruin our fantasies.” Helene slaps him on the thigh. “He doesn’t use Viagra, that’s all natural.”
“The women here…Fuck,” Thomas whispers. “Everyone is beautiful.”
“And the men, can we talk about the men?” Helene whispers back. “I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
“I’m getting a lap dance by the gold guy with the massive shlong,” I announce.
Thomas giggles. “I bet you don’t.”
“Oh my god,” Helene gasps as she looks up, once again we follow her gaze to see a large black cage suspended from the ceiling. In it, a gold-painted man is getting a head job from another gold-painted man on his knees, he’s wearing a gold-chained collar and leash.
“Fucking hell,” I whisper wide-eyed. “Jeez.”
Another scantily dressed woman saunters past us and Thomas’s eyes drop to her chest. Thomas adjusts himself in his pants. “I am one hundred percent picking up tonight, be warned.”
“Why do you need to warn us?” Helene asks as her eyes linger on the head job action. “Man or woman?”
“Woman,” he scoffs. “Just so you know I am not leaving with you, that’s why. I don’t want it to get to 4 a.m. and it looks like I’m ditching you in the spur of the moment. Totally premeditated.”
“Let’s go to the bar.” I smile as excitement runs through me, I grab their two hands. “Oh my god this is so exciting,” I whisper as we weave through the crowd.
“Fucking hell,” Helene whispers. “Here comes the blow tray again.”
“Hi.” Thomas waves at her. “How nice to see you again.”
“This place is insane.”
We get to the bar. “My treat,” Thomas tells us. “What do you want?”
“I’ll have a margarita.”
“Me too.”
“Me three.”
Thomas lines up and I glance over to the entry and see Philippe and Stefan come through the doors, they immediately walk over to the corner and up to a line of men standing along the wall. They laugh and shake hands as if they’re long-lost friends.
“Who are they talking to?” I whisper to Helene.
“I don’t know.”
My eyes linger on the men. “Oh, they’re bodyguards. But who are they….” My eyes dart around and then I see it. In a roped-off section on a raised level are low slouchy leather couches around big low tables. And right in the middle of the action sits Prince Theodore.
“Oh my god,” I whisper.
“What?”
“Prince Chapelle is here.” I gesture to him with my chin.
“What?” Helene’s eyes nearly bulge from their sockets as she sees him. “What the hell is he doing in a place like this?”
I giggle. “Snorting coke and watching gold head jobs, apparently.”
Thomas reappears with a tray of margaritas. “Here you are, my loves.”
“Thanks.” Helene takes a sip. “The fucking prince is here.”
“He is?” He smiles as he takes a sip. “How deliciously scandalous.” He looks around. “Where?”
“Over there.” I subtly point.
“Oh.” His eyes linger on the group of men. “He’s with the Kingsmen.”
My eyes flick between him and the group of men. “Those are Edward’s friends?”
“Yep.”
“Ha.” I feel the confidence drain out of my body. “If they come here, that means Edward comes here.”
“Uh-huh,” he replies.
“Who’s who?” I ask, I met some of them before, but who are the others?
“Okay so, the dark Greek god is Nicholas Anastas.”
“He’s the gay one?” I ask as I watch from the shadows.
“Yeah.”
“Then the guy on his left is Prince Theodore.” He continues.
“Yes, I know who he is.”
“Beside him is Jacques Vermont and then beside him is Alexander York.” He lets out a low whistle. “Fuck me, there is some serious money in that group.”
“Like what are we talking?” Helene asks.
“Billions, these men are all the rich of the rich. The most powerful men the business world has to offer.”
A woman with long black hair walks up to the prince and they begin to chat, he smiles as he runs his hand up her thigh and underneath her skirt. She keeps talking as if this is the most natural thing in the world.
“That’s not his fucking girlfriend,” I whisper, infuriated.
“I don’t think she’s his girlfriend. I think she’s just a placeholder.”
“So they all just openly fuck around?” I stammer.
“Why wouldn’t they?” Thomas replies. “I would too if I were them.”
“What are you talking about?” I scoff. “Nobody fucks around more than you.”
“True.” He laughs as he clinks his glass with mine.
Thomas and Helene change subjects and keep chatting but my eyes keep going back to Edward’s friends.
The Kingsmen.
Ugh, I’m so out of my depth with this guy. What was I thinking…that I was going to be the woman who finally tamed the tiger? He isn’t giving up this life anytime soon. Ha, what a joke. You are such an idiot, Alora.
The prince looks up and sees someone and waves, I follow his line of sight to see Philippe and Stefan wave back.
Fuck.
I spin so that my back is to them but I can still see their reflection in the mirrored wall in front of me. Theodore gets up and walks down out of the roped-off area and over to them as they stand against the wall.
I watch on as they talk and then Philippe points me out and Theodore looks me up and down. Theodore has obviously just asked who they are watching over.
Shit, shit, shit.
Theodore takes his phone out and calls someone.
Edward.
He says something and then laughs.
“This place is off the hook.” Helene smiles over the music. “We’re coming here every week.”
“Right?” Thomas agrees.
“Uh-huh.” I sip my cocktail as I dance to the beat to try and look like I’m not watching the prince’s every last move.
He keeps talking as his eyes linger on my ass and he says something and laughs again.
What is he saying…?
He nods and looks at his watch, says something else and then hangs up. He slaps Philippe on the back and then waltzes back to his seat in the roped-off area.
Why would he have looked at his watch? Unless….
Oh my god, does that mean…Edward is coming.
The tantric beat of the music echoes through the club as we dance for our lives.
Blurred colors, flashing disco lights and way too many cocktails.
It’s late, and even though I thought he was coming, he never showed.
Edward Prescott is still in London.
Thomas is dancing with some hot woman, they’re making out as they dance. His hands are roaming up and down her body and damn. “I think he’s giving it away for free tonight,” Helene yells over the music.
I laugh out loud and feel two hands snake around my ass from behind.
“Don’t.” I pull away from the hands and am snapped backward until I slam against a hard body. I spin to see Edward, towering above me and wearing black jeans and a black T-shirt that fits perfectly over his large muscular body.
Excitement screams through my every cell.
His eyes are dark and they drop to my breasts and then back up to my face.
Oh no you don’t, you don’t get to ignore me for a week and then turn up here like a rock star.
“We are not on speaking terms,” I tell him.
He grabs my hand and puts it on his crotch, he’s hard as a rock beneath.
“Suits me, who needs words when you have this.” He flexes beneath my hand and unable to help it I cup him as we stare at each other.
If the last four hours of being in this club has taught me anything, it’s that we will never work out.
We come from two completely different worlds. But….
One last time….
As his eyes hold mine he puts his hand around my throat and pulls me to him and kisses me. His tongue swipes through my open mouth with a darkness that only he can deliver. His grip is near painful, my air running out.
Lord have mercy….
“We’re leaving,” he growls.
If I could answer, I would. But his tongue gliding across my lips has stolen my ability to form a sentence.
He takes my hand in his and turns and pulls me through the club, I glance back at my two friends who are watching wide-eyed.
Arghhhhhh!
What is happening right now?
I look over to see Theodore watching, he throws his head back and laughs hard.
Oh crap, I’m so pathetic.
One chokehold and this asshole has me in a chokehold…. Literally.
He pulls me through the club but instead of heading to the door we came in through he leads me to the other side of the room to another door. The doorman nods as he opens the door. “Mr. Prescott.”
“Hi.”
We walk through and are met by elevator doors. He hits the button and slams me up against the wall and lifts my leg around his waist. He kisses me hard, our teeth clash and damn it, this man is fire.
Arghhh!
The elevator doors open and he pushes me in and again pins me to the wall as we kiss. The electricity between us is like nothing I’ve ever felt. His hands are all over me, up and down my thighs, over my ass.
Before I have time to even think the doors open straight into a penthouse, I look around in a daze. “Where are we?” I frown.
“My place.”
“What do you mean?”
“I own this club.”
My eyes widen. “You own this club?” I squeak.
“Yes.” He unzips his pants. “And I own you. Get on your fucking knees.”