Page 2 of Twisted Attraction

God, listening to them and all the heavy breathing and masculine grunts sent another dangerous trail of fire down to my core and had me eyeing Phoenix through my mask with my teeth biting down harder against my bottom lip.

Fuck me.

If Spike didn’t get back soon…

He thankfully returned before I could finish the thought, and my cheeks couldn’t help but burn hot as Spike took the damp cloth and gently brushed it across, around, and under my core and ass, cleaning me. He smiled at me when I embarrassingly looked away and rushed to jump to my feet, eager to dress as fast as fucking possible.

“When will we see you again?” Spike asked, pushing his mask higher up his nose so he could see me better despite my cat mask covering the top half of my face.

“Oh,” I stammered, a little caught off guard by the request. I shook it off and shimmied back into my black dress feet first, pulling it up. “Zip this for me?” I asked Phoenix.

“When will we see you again?” he asked more sternly this time, clearing his throat.

“I work a lot, so I don’t really know.”

Phoenix finished zipping me up. I thanked him and began putting my heels back on. “You should let us take you out sometime,” he said to me. “So we can all get to know each other a little better outside of this place. What do you say?”

I swallowed to hide the discomfort cording through my body and offered him the most polite head shake I could.

“Sorry, but I don’t think so.”

I left it at that and quickly fled the room, desperate to get to the exit. This was the sole reason why I’d put off coming to this place when I first heard a colleague talking about it at work. What I truly admired about the sanctum was the anonymity. Nobody knew my real identity or that I was one of the best goddamn criminal defense attorneys Seaview Pines had to offer. It was the same for the other swingers, single folk, couples—whoever the fuck the majority of these people are. The best part was the masks. Everyone was required to either provide their own or purchase one from the front desk. I’d been with Spike and Phoenix often since my first time here, but this was the literal first time one of them actually had the balls to ask to see me personally outside of The Flirty Sanctum. I literally just got through a nasty ass divorce, and with the exception of work, dating was the farthest fucking thing from my mind. I wasn’t ready to mingle like that and connect with a new partner. Honestly, I just wanted to fuck my stress away and leave it at that. Besides… I doubted Phoenix and Spike were their real names anyway. Aside from this club and their amazing cocks, these guys were strangers to me. That’s how I liked it.

And I needed it to stay that way.

I finally made it out of the building and even though the coast was clear, I kept my mask on until I was safe and secure inside my car. After removing it, exhaustion crashed like a bolder against my chest when I leaned back in the seat. I took in a hard breath and instead of sitting there and reflecting on how fucked my life has been, I started the car and then carefully backed out, forcing myself to think about nothing but just getting home, taking a shower, and going to bed.

When I was halfway there, a set of blue lights flashed imposingly bright through the rearview mirror. I cursed deeply under my breath and then stared down at the speedometer. The speed limit was 55 and I was currently doing 50. Obviously, I wasn’t speeding, so I wonder why…

I closed my eyes and sighed deeply.

Never-fucking-mind.

Banging my head against the seat and angrily gritting my teeth, I pulled off the side of the street and parked, not bothering to grab my license or registration. My window was already halfway rolled down by the time he could step out of his car. He made it to me and just to be an asshole, decided to blast the beam from his flashlight directly in my face.

“License and Registration please.”

“Seriously?” I sneered at my ex-husband. “Fuck off, Karl. I’m not in the mood for your shit tonight. I’m tired, and I want to go home.”

He smirked and then leaned forward, shining the flashlight around the backseat and down to the floorboards like he was expecting to find a stowaway.

“Where are you coming from this late?”

I scoffed at him. “Work. Where else?”

“Have you been drinking tonight?”

I glared at him. “Are you fucking kidding me, Karl?”

“I need you to step out of the car.”

My hand made fast work of snatching my phone out of my purse. I made sure the doors were still locked and then I rolled up my window, ignoring Karl as he began shouting at me and banging against the glass with his fist.

I worked fast, dialing my lawyer. How ironic. A lawyer needs a lawyer. I squeezed my eyes closed and after the third ring, Peter answered.

“Charlotte,” his groggy voice greeted me. “Is everything okay?”

“No,” I said quickly, my eyes widening in horror as Karl pounded both fists against my window like he was determined to break it.

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