The following morning, as I sat in the office, Alex entered setting cup of coffee down on the edge of the desk. "I need to talk to you," he said, his voice tight.I nodded. "I figured."He took a deep breath. "I can't do this. You have got to stop tempting me.""Alex," I began, but he held up a hand to silence me."No," he said firmly. "You don't understand..."The door to the office swung open, and we both turned to see a man standing in the doorway. He was tall, with the same sharp features and piercing gaze as Alex. But there was something softer about him, a refinement that spoke of a life lived in the upper echelons of society."Alex," the man said in greeting.Alex's expression was a mask of shock and anger. "What the hell are you doing here, Marcus?"Marcus, stepped into the room, his eyes taking in the chaos of the club's ledger spread out before us. "It seems I've arrived just in time," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "What kind of mess have you gotten yourself into
The revelation hit me like a punch to the gut. Alex's fiancée was Hartwell's daughter. The man we were trying to bring down had his claws in Alex in ways I never could have imagined."You son of a bitch," Alex growled, stepping towards Marcus.Marcus held up his hands. "Just pointing out the facts," he said, his voice smug.The rage in Alex's eyes was terrifying."You're engaged to Hartwell's daughter," I repeated, feeling the weight of the words sink in. "This is why you can't touch me, why you won't let us be together."Alex's jaw was clenched tight, his hands balled into fists at his sides. "It's a prison," he said through gritted teeth."None of it matters, Alex. What ever might have been starting between us, is over." With that I turned and made my way back into the mansion.The house was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the cacophony of emotions rushing through my head. As I walked through the hallways, each step felt heavier than the last.I made my way to my room, needing spa
I gaped at him. "You what?" I gasped."I ruined her fucking life!" Alex's voice was a harsh whisper, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity that made me step back. "I killed her boyfriend and left her in a wheelchair. The marriage arrangement is my way of making it right."I stared at him. The words were like a punch to the gut, stealing the breath from my lungs. "Why didn't you tell me?"Alex's expression was a mix of pain and anger. "Because it's not your fucking business," he snapped. "You're here to help me with the club, not to play detective in my personal life.""But you can't marry her," I said, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. "Not if you don't love her."He slammed his hand against the car. "It's not about love!" he roared. "It's about giving her what I took away!"I swallowed hard, trying to digest the bitter truth. "So, you're sacrificing yourself to marry a woman you don't love just to save face?"Alex leaned back against the car, his shoulders slumped i
After Hartwell's threatening words lingered in the air, I couldn't bear the VIP section's stifling atmosphere any longer. I pushed through the velvet curtains, needing the chaos of the main club to clear my head. My heart was racing, and my thoughts were a jumbled mess. As I weaved through the crowd, the strobe lights flickered, revealing snippets of scenes that played out like a twisted reality show.I'd been mistaken in thinking the main area was what I needed, and moving through the crowd like a wraith, I slipped into another hallway. Tucking my head, I began making my way down it when I stilled. Alex's voice, muffled yet unmistakable, came from within a room I hadn't noticed before. Curiosity and dread warred within me as I approached the closed door. The muffled sounds grew clearer with each step, until I could make out the unmistakable sounds of pleasure.My hand hovered over the knob, my breath hitching. I knew I shouldn't, but I had to see. I had to know. Slowly, I pushed the
The city lights passed by in a blur, the neon a stark contrast to the tumultuous storm raging inside me. I had to get away, to find myself again. To remember what it was like to live without fear, without the shadow of Hartwell and his twisted games looming over me.But as the taxi pulled up before a shabby hotel, a part of me knew I'd never really ever get away. The club, Alex, and the tangled web of lies and deceit were burned within my soul, staining me with their darkness. Alex's world was not mine, and I could not live within it. But I could start again, find my own life here within the Big Easy.The hotel lobby was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and cheap perfume. The clerk looked at me with a mix of curiosity and disdain as I handed over cash for a room. He didn't ask questions, and I didn't offer any. I just needed a place to hide, to think.The room was sparse, the bed nothing more than a lumpy mattress with a threadbare comforter. But it was safe
The next few days were a whirlwind of job hunting and apartment searching. New Orleans had a way of swallowing you whole, but I was determined to find my place within its vibrant tapestry. The French Quarter's cobblestone streets had become my playground, each twist and turn revealing a new opportunity.One evening, as I was leaving a job interview, I felt a hand on my arm. I spun around, expecting Alex or one of Hartwell's men, but instead, I was met with the smiling face of a young woman with auburn hair."You're Elysia, right?" she said, her eyes sparkling with recognition. "Hi, I'm Lila. I work at the bookstore. I saw you looking at the book on the Quarter's history."I nodded warily, unsure if she had followed me. "Yes, I'm Elysia. How did you find me?""Oh, it's a small town," she said with a wink. "Everyone knows everyone's business. Plus, you looked like you needed a friend."Her candidness was surprising, but there was something about her that felt genuine. I found myself smi
As I walked, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had just stepped into a world that was more dangerous than the club. Remy's words echoed in my mind, hinting at a web of deceit that extended far beyond the confines of the mansion and its BDSM playground. I had come to New Orleans seeking refuge, but it seemed that I had only traded one cage for another.The riverboats bobbed gently on the water, their lights twinkling like stars that had fallen from the sky. I sat on a bench, the metal cool against my back, and took a deep breath, letting the city's rhythm soothe my racing thoughts. I had left Alex and the club, but the game was far from over. The stakes were higher now, the players more cunning.The city's pulse grew louder as the night deepened, the jazz clubs and bars coming alive with the sound of music and laughter. Yet, amidst the revelry, I felt a profound sense of solitude. Alex's world was a prison of pleasure and pain, but it had been a prison nonetheless. Now, I was free, b
I returned to the hotel, where I repacked my few belongings. Afterward, picking up Mac's cage, I spared a small glance around the room. In a way, I felt I was betraying the dingy hotel room, for it had provided me shelter when I'd needed it. But the thought of the apartment above the bookstore, washed away the sentimentality.Thankfully the bookstore wasn't far from the hotel, and it didn't take me long to reach it.Lila looked up from the counter as I entered the bookstore, a smile on her lips. "I see you got the place."I nodded, holding up the keys. "Thanks.""No problem," she said, waving a hand dismissively. "Just glad I could help."With a smile and a wave, I made my way up the stairs, Mac's cage banging against my leg with each step. When I reached the top, I crossed the short distance between the stairs and the door to the apartment. Afterward, unlocking the door, I pushed it open.As I stepped through the threshold, I was immediately met with the scent of Blue Fern and Citrus