Bonus Epilogue （Chapter 1）
Chapter One
Dean
The dim lights of Club Greed cast a sultry glow over the room, flickering off the sleek, polished surfaces and the dark, plush velvet seating. The air hums with the low murmur of conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the bass of the music that pulses through the walls. It's the kind of place where secrets are exchanged over expensive drinks, and every corner holds a story waiting to unfold.
Sophia steps into the room with an effortless grace, her long red dress clinging to her in all the right places, accentuating every curve of her body that I’ve memorized like a favorite melody. The fabric shimmers softly in the dim light, catching the eye of more than one admirer as she moves beside me. Her heels click against the marble floor with each step, a rhythm that syncs perfectly with the beat of the music.
“This place gets fancier and fancier the more we come here,” Sophia remarks, her voice a soft purr as she leans in closer. Her breath is warm against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. I can’t help but smile, knowing that no matter how lavish the surroundings, she outshines them all.
Guiding her through the crowded bar area, I catch a glimpse of our reflections in the mirrored walls—two figures dressed to kill, ready to take on the night. The scent of expensive cologne and perfume mingles with the faint aroma of cigars, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that heightens the senses.
Every glance Sophia gives me is filled with a spark of anticipation, her eyes shimmering with the promise of the night ahead. It's as if she can sense that something extraordinary is in store, that this evening will be etched into our memories long after the last drink is poured.
It definitely will. A small smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I think about the surprise I’ve carefully planned for her. The thought of her reaction makes my pulse quicken, adding to the electric energy between us.
We move in sync, weaving through the crowd like a well-rehearsed dance, our bodies naturally gravitating toward one another. The air is thick with the scent of luxury, a blend of expensive perfumes, leather, and the faint hint of something intoxicatingly sweet. As we pass the bouncers guarding the entrance to the VIP rooms, their eyes flick over us with professional detachment, but they know better than to question our entry. We're regulars here, and our presence is just as much a part of the club’s fabric as the glinting chandeliers overhead.
“Hello there,” a familiar voice greets us, and I turn to see Ledger stepping out from one of the private rooms. His presence commands attention, his tailored suit cut to perfection, and his eyes sharp as ever. He’s the kind of man who knows everyone’s secrets, but keeps his own locked up tight.
“I haven’t seen you both in quite some time,” Ledger says with a knowing smile, his gaze flicking between Sophia and me.
I nod, reaching out to shake his hand. His grip is firm, a reminder of the power he holds in this world of whispered deals and hidden desires. “We decided to get out for a fun night on the town,” I reply, keeping my tone light, though there’s an unspoken understanding between us that tonight is about more than just fun.
Ledger returns the nod, his expression one of approval. “Absolutely,” he agrees, his voice carrying the weight of someone who’s seen it all and still finds a way to appreciate the finer things. As he steps aside to let us pass, I can feel his eyes lingering, as if he knows there's something more to our visit tonight.
But whatever he suspects, he keeps to himself, and as Sophia and I continue deeper into the VIP area, the excitement building in me is almost too much to contain. The night is still young, and the best is yet to come.
We step over the threshold into the room at the end of the hall. It’s our own private oasis, and I’ve rented it for the entire night.
Just the two of us.
When I first met Sophia I didn’t know what to expect. She’s unlike any woman I had ever met before. She’s feisty and loves with her whole heart.
She does a little twirl as I close and lock the door. “What did you have in mind tonight, Mr. Maddox?”
“I think you know,” I tell her, crossing the floor to get closer to her.
She giggles lightly, fluffing her hair with one hand. “You want to watch me dance?” She knows how much I love to watch her move her body to the beat of the music. She’s a stellar dancer.
The music is low and sultry. A sexy tune that has Sophia swaying her hips back and forth. I take a seat on a nearby white leather couch and my eyes are fixed on her.
She’s breathtaking.
We’ve been together for a while now, but it never gets old. I’m still as in love with her today as I was when I first met her.
That night of the hurricane in the Azores still lives rent free in my head. The way she ran from me. The way she smiled.
Her eyes. Dark and deep. And so fucking beautiful.
She sways closer to me. “Did you want to role play tonight, baby?”
I gaze into her eyes, nodding my head. “I want to pretend that you’re married, and I’m stealing you away for the night.”
Her eyes widen, and she sighs loudly. “I don’t think my husband would like that very much. He gets very jealous.”
I smirk. “How jealous?”
She moves her sweet body between my spread thighs, lowering her ass just enough to almost sit on my lap before she moves back up. “Very,” she whispers.
“I’ll kick his ass,” I say with a smile.
Her eyes zero in on me and she scrunches up her cute little nose. “I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”
“I think I can handle myself.”
She runs a hand down my black tie. “Do you think you can handle me?” She licks her lips, and I reach for her, pulling her into my lap.
“I know I can handle you.”
She laughs at this, wiggling free from my lap, but I hold her captive. “Let me go,” she says, and I instantly let her go. “Oh,” she says, standing. “I thought we were playing.”
“Well, we’re going to need a safe word, then.”
She nods. “How about pineapple?”
I nod. “Okay, are you sure you want to play rough?”
She smiles wide. “You know I’m a fighter.”
“I remember,” I say, remembering the time she held a knife to my throat because she thought I was somebody else.
She lowers herself slowly back onto my lap. “I love you, Dean. I always will.”
I hold her closer. “I love you, too.” I push her gently off my lap and smack her ass. “Now, show me what a good girl you can be and dance for me.”
She smiles with a small laugh. “I shouldn’t dance for men who aren’t my husband,” she whispers, getting back into character.
I lean back, spreading my thighs as I watch her dance for me. She moves her body to the beat of the music, and my heartbeat kicks up. She really is mesmerizing to watch. She keeps dancing as I try to pretend she’s somebody else’s.
I’ve got big things planned for her tonight, and I want to make sure she stays in character.