Page 4 of Mister 3: The Prelude

“Aight, bro bro. Just hit me up when you make it in.”

The two shook hands before Damien chugged his liquor down and pulled enough bills out of his wallet to cover the tab. Instead of doing the same and heading right upstairs to the sex club, Aiyden remained where he was and scoped the crowd. One of his guilty pleasures had always been people watching, especially in clubs and restaurants. More than anything, Aiyden enjoyed watching people interact and trying to figure out what was going on based on their expressions and the energy radiating from them.

When his eyes landed on the beauty who was already looking at him, she smiled. She was seated in the back of the lounge with two other women, but Aiyden’s eyes remained on her. When she licked her lips and looked away, Aiyden decided to send her a drink but not pursue. Though he was single and open to companionship, he didn’t have any interest in getting to know a woman and putting forth the effort it would take to make a relationship work. Unless she followed him upstairs and was down for sex only, Aiyden would enjoy looking and let that be that.

After finishing his drink, Aiyden closed his tab and headed to the second floor. He used his thumb and password at the elevator and made his way up. Making his way to the bar, his eyes scanned the red room to see if anyone was in attendance that he knew.

As a woman sat next to him at the bar, she cleared her throat quietly. Before looking over, Aiyden inhaled her scent. She smelled like apple brandy. His eyes closed as he inhaled another long whiff. Opening his eyes, Aiyden looked over at her, smiling when he realized who it was.

“Thank you for the drink,” she said, tilting it in his direction.

Aiyden was happy to learn she had a membership to the sex club. It meant she was clean and open for sex with no strings attached… just like he was. And if he needed further confirmation, the fact that she’d followed him up was more than enough.

“You’re welcome, beautiful. You smell good as fuck by the way.” He leaned closer. “I can’t help but wonder if you taste like you smell.”

Unwillingly, Aiyden leaned further in her direction. It wasn’t her breath that smelled of alcohol—it was her perfume. Aiyden smiled. She knew what the fuck she was doing. Not too many men would be able to resist such an alluring scent.

“I do, but we can go upstairs in one of the private rooms if you’d like to find out.”

Licking his lips, Aiyden nodded in agreement. “What’s your name, beautiful?”

“You can call me Heaven.”

He chuckled, not being offended by her using a fake name. Shit, after tonight, Aiyden didn’t plan on seeing her again anyway.

“Okay, Heaven. I’m Johnson. Do you have any wants or restrictions I should know about before we get that room?”

Her head shook as she took a small sip of her drink. “No. I’m not into BDSM, but I do love when a man talks to me while we’re having sex. No anal, and I’m not sucking your dick unless you wear a condom.”

Aiyden was cool with that. He hadn’t planned on eating her pussy or even kissing her for that matter. She was fine and he wanted to nut, nothing more, but definitely nothing less. The bartender finally made his way over to get Aiyden’s order, but at that point, he was just ready to go up to the room. Pulling out his phone, Aiyden opened the app and checked to see if there were any rooms available. There were, so he booked one andallowed the app to pull the payment from the card he already had on file.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked, standing.

Heaven nodded and did the same, leaving her drink behind. As he took her hand into his, she released a shaky breath and chuckled.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

“Sure.”

“This is my first time actually going up with someone.” She looked over at him briefly before bashfully looking away. “My girls and I have been coming here all month, but we’ve been too scary to actually go through with it.”

“Why am I the one?”

Aiyden nodded his head in Jersey’s direction and used three fingers to signal what button he wanted him to press. Heaven waited until they were on the elevator to answer.

“You’re the first man to buy me a drink and not expect more.” She shrugged and cupped her hands in the center of her. “I liked the freedom that came with that. It made me feel like I’m choosing you, not the other way around.”

“That makes sense. I can only imagine how many men have tried to have their way with you over the years, not just here. So you want freedom, but do you also want control?”

The elevator dinged and stopped on the third floor.

“If I do, is that okay?”

He smiled with one side of his mouth as he led her down the hall toward room 383. Looking down at her, Aiyden took in her features. She looked way too damn innocent to be in a place like this. Then again, what did being sexually free and adventurous look like? A lot of his most pleasurable and freaky sexual experiences came from the shy, reserved women who looked like they couldn’t suck dick let alone get him sprung off their pussy.

Her hair was parted down the middle, just passing her shoulders. She had on glasses that were slightly tinted, covering dark eyes. Heaven’s lips were pouty, and she had a small hoop in her nose. The strapless brown shirt she had on showed her sandy brown skin was tanned where the straps of her bra would have been—as if she’d been to the beach recently.

“Can you ride dick? If so, you can have all the control you want.”

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