14. Chapter 14
Miles
I’m staring at my computer screen, Tia Susana’s disapproving reaction staring back at me. I hate upsetting her, but this is a decision she needs to respect.
“I can’t believe you decided this without speaking to me,” she reprimands me.
I love my Tia, but she tends to forget who’s in charge. “You know I value your opinion, but I don’t have to run anything by you.” As soon as I say the words, I regret it. I see the hurt in her eyes. “Tia, it’s just business.”
“No, mijo, esto es mas. Do you think it’s what she would have wanted?”
She’s always looking out for me, but she needs to stop thinking for me. “Listen, we’ll talk more when I see you in a couple of days.” I need a break from the city. “Cuidate mucho.”
“You too, mijo.”
I end the call and look at my phone. I see a couple of missed calls from my friend Tomas.
He must need something. In the past, he’s asked me to run background checks on his dates.
So I assume that’s the request for tonight.
I call him back, and after a couple of minutes, I know the small talk is leading somewhere.
“So, how’s it going with Veronica?” Tomas asks. He’s trying to convince me to go out tonight. Things have been quiet, too quiet, when it comes to Veronica and the photos. It makes me anxious. I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“So far so good. I haven’t had to monitor her international traveling, so that’s a win.” I can’t help but laugh because, at one point, she threatened to buy a small island, but then I froze her accounts.
“Seems like a reason to celebrate. You can take the night off; you need it.” He’s looking for a wingman for tonight. It’s not like he needs one. “There’s a party at your favorite club. It would do us both some good to let loose.”
I pull up the tracker and see that she’s still at Berenice’s apartment.
It’s not uncommon for her to stay the night, and Berenice is one of the few friends I trust. Especially with the company she’s now keeping.
I know the girls are safe. I’m not a fan of the idea of someone watching what’s mine.
She’s my job and my responsibility. Unfortunately, when it comes to the other person watching, I don’t have a choice unless I want to start trouble.
“Come on, Miles. You need this,” he pleads.
“You know I don’t attend the big parties. I just do privates.”
“I know, but tonight they are doing their masquerade party, so there will be no way in hell anyone will recognize you. Plus, you do a great job of keeping a low profile.”
He’s right, but he’s being so pushy about it. “Just for a couple of hours—I have a lot of work to do.”
“Don’t you always?” Tomas tells me as if I’m the only one with a busy schedule.
“I’ll let you know when I’m on my way.” Like me, Tomas is too busy and jaded to date. The club offers us both the one thing we want. Pleasure without strings attached. Sure, we can date, but our jobs don’t allow for normal relationships. Not that we want one.
An hour later, we enter the most exclusive sex club in Veridian Bay.
This is a very selective and discreet club, unlike others in the city.
The membership is an exorbitant amount. You basically sign your fortune away if you break their nondisclosure agreements.
We check in with security and receive our mask.
I chose a full-face blue-and-gold mask. I put it on and make my way to the bar.
I don’t drink, so I order a club soda. The room is buzzing with sexual tension.
I see couples stand up and head in various directions.
Some go off to the private rooms, and others to rooms where people fuck openly. Tomas joins me and orders his scotch.
“It’s a full house tonight,” he says as he takes a sip of his drink and looks around the room for his “plaything of the night.” As he likes to call them.
He turns his head, and I could have sworn I saw…
“Miles, is everything okay?”
“I think so.” I pull out my phone and check the tracker. Shit, what’s wrong with me? Now I’m seeing Veronica at a sex club? My mind is playing tricks on me. “I thought I saw someone I knew. But it’s just my imagination.”
“I think I found my fun for the night.” He motions to a couple, a married couple based on the rings on their fingers.
One can assume to each other, but you never know.
The husband is sitting down as his wife sits on his lap, caressing his cock.
They are staring at my friend, who’s practically salivating.
The husband motions for Tomas to join them, and that’s all it takes.
He looks at me. “Well, that’s my cue. Don’t wait for me.”
“I wasn’t planning on it.”
And like a dog in heat, he heads over to the couple. They stand and disappear into the hallway. Standing here, looking around, I consider requesting Gemma, but I decide to explore the rooms. I don’t usually walk around and explore, but I have the security of the mask.
I walk through the hallway of private rooms. I know from personal experience that they are soundproof. It’s time to check out the biggest space in this club: the room of mirrors. I prefer to fuck in private, and I don’t like to share. It may be an only-child thing, but what’s mine is mine.
All the beds are full of couples and groups.
The screams of pleasure vibrate from the mirrored walls.
Everywhere I look, there is bare skin. I look at the love seats that are placed in front of the beds for the voyeurs, and they’re all full.
There’s a man on his knees pleasuring another man, then in the love seat next to them, a woman is straddling a man.
Everyone is still somehow able to keep their masks on.
At this point, what difference does it make?
I continue to scan the room, then I see…
Veronica, or at least I think it’s her. I cross to where she’s standing, hoping for her sake it’s not her.
I’m careful not to draw attention to her or myself.
I see a man stand up from the love seat a couple of feet away from me.
He’s noticed her and starts to walk in her direction.
My fingers snag his shirt, jerking him to a halt.
I turn him toward me, blocking his view of her entirely.
“She’s with me,” I lie. I don’t care if he believes me or not; he knows as well as I do that this is not the place or the time to start trouble.
He lifts his hands in the air, surrendering.
I pull out my phone and check the tracker before I approach her.
But I am 100% sure it’s her. You don’t watch someone for years without memorizing their features.
I look at my phone and see the red dot is still in the same location as the last couple of times I checked.
She would have at least used it. I decide to call it—no answer.
Fuck, it’s her. She pulled one over on me.
I’m impressed, but most of all, I’m furious.
She’s walking around almost naked, tempting everyone.
I can guess who brought her, and even though she’s with safe company, I can’t just march over to her and drag her out; she’ll cause a scene—not to mention she will know I’m here.
Does that make me a hypocrite? Yes, yes it does.
I’m far enough that she can’t see me. The lights around the room are soft, with the spotlight being on the beds.
I take a step toward her and pause when I really see what she’s wearing, or what she’s not wearing.
The small lingerie dress fits her like a glove, showcasing her round ass and her full figure.
She’s always been curvy, and god knows over the years, I’ve lingered a bit too long on her.
I look down her body, those legs, fucking high heels, and her hair up.
Jesus, does my dick respond. It doesn’t get the memo that this is so wrong.
Veronica shifts, and I know she’s as turned on as I am.
The only difference is that she’s oblivious to her effect on me.
I walk toward her and see my reflection come into view in the mirror.
When I see all of her in the mirror, I know I’m fucked.
The full view of this infuriating woman is everything.
Her breasts look magnificent in this outfit.
I’m close, too close. I wonder if she will tell me to stop.
Just how far can I push her? I instinctively grab her waist tightly, so tight that if she tried to get out of my grasp, she wouldn’t be able to.
I’m also mad at her. I bring my mouth to her ear and whisper; I notice the way her skin pebbles at my words.
She isn’t stopping me; if anything, she’s giving me permission to continue, so I do.
As if her body is a magnet for mine, my left hand is still holding onto her, and my right hand moves to her breast. It fits perfectly in my hand.
I know she can’t fully see me because of the mask, but I feel her eyes burn through me as our reflections stare back at us.
I see her lips part, and another moan escapes her lips.
I move my hand to her nipple and feel the hard peak through the thin fabric.
Pinching it makes her push her ass back onto my hard cock.
I coil my left arm around her waist and guide her away from the mirror.
I want her to face the middle of the room.
I want her to see what’s unfolding in front of us.
My fingers are still applying pressure to her nipple.
Jesus, I can smell her arousal. My cock is achingly hard.
“Which one is your favorite?” I ask, moving my hand to the other breast and giving it attention.
I tug at her nipple. I can hear her panting like a cat in heat.
I remove my arm from around her waist, gliding it down the front of her body.
Then, using my foot, I tug at hers, motioning her to spread her legs, and she does. I need to stop this.
“Tell me,” I demand. Yeah, I’m not stopping. Maybe she’ll stop me, maybe she will push me away, but she doesn't.