Page 19 of Quiet Chaos

“Not all. There are women who like to party at the club. A member invited them or they’re like groupies. You’d be considered a friend of the club.”

I can see Sky absorbing all the information. “So, I’m not expected to serve a man?”

Without hesitating, I say, “No. You’re there as a friend of mine. You’re not a member or an Old Lady, therefore, you’re not required to follow any rules. We also have prospects, who are in an initiation phase to join the club.”

Sky places her hands in her lap, clears her throat, and says, “You’re not married, Cade. Do any of the women serve you?”

This conversation did not go in the direction I assumed it would. But I am single, and I enjoy fucking. Now how the hell am I supposed to say so to this pristine pureblood. I’ll disregard the question.

I crack my neck. “It doesn’t matter.”

She places a hand on my forearm, concern melding into her features. “It matters to me, Cade.”

“Yes.” I swear under my breath. “There are women who go to party and fuck members, me being one of them.”

She cringes at my language, and for a second, guilt pecks at my insides. For the first time, I see disgust overshadow her beauty. She sits back, closes her eyes, and pets Armstrong. I decide it’s a good time for me to shower. Sky doesn’t move when I stand and the chair scrapes against the ground.

In the shower, I release some irritation in my hand, watching the cum sink down the drain. Like our conversation. The more she asked, the more the conversation declined and sank. It’s probably best she stays home. I’ll have some drinks, screw, and won’t have to worry about her. She’ll be home safe and sound.

Once dressed, I head to the kitchen for a beer when Sky walks in from outside. “I’d like to go with you.”

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“The acts of the flesh are obvious: sexual immorality, impurity and debauchery.” Galatians 5:19

Sky - September 2019

I don’t know what made me decide to go to the party, and Cade’s scowl contradicts his offer. His demeanor is like a tornado aimed at my beliefs, feelings, and security. I appreciate Cade’s openness about the club, and it validates how different we live. Some of what he shares isn’t anything I want to be a part of, especially about the women who party and have sex. Olivia taught me not to judge, but how can I not after hearing about women who offer their bodies for pleasure. Olivia didn’t go to this extreme.

While Cade showers, I can’t stop imagining these women and the fact Cade is single. There’s this undefined feeling in the pit of my stomach and my heart constricts at the thought. Something I’ve never experienced before. We’re not together. Cade can have anyone he wants. Even so, I don’t want to turn my back on my hero. I must try if there’s a sliver of a chance I can prevent him from more sin. And when I consider Cade and women, there’s an ache down to my bones. This is new to me. Christoff didn’t cause my body to fall into a melancholy slumber from thoughts of him cheating. Come to think of it, it never crossed my mind. Of course, Cade isn’t my boyfriend, so it wouldn’t be cheating…except it concerns me.

In my room, I take off the T-shirt and put on a long sleeve shirt, a purple cardigan, jeans, and some boots.

By his bike, Cade hands me the helmet, which I’ve learned how to wear, and takes my arm so I can get on. No matter how many times I ride on the back of his bike, my height is a hindrance. I gather him in my arms just in time before he takes off. My head twists to the side, experiencing the beauty of nature to stop the mental picture of my hands on Cade’s bare abs.

Bikes litter the entire front of the clubhouse. There are some bikers and women outside, saying, “Hey Prez,” while they look me over. I’m assuming Prez means President. He really is important. As soon as we’re inside, three women attach themselves to Cade’s arm. Important and popular. I step back while they run their hands over his body. One glides her hand through his thick, dirty blonde shoulder-length hair. He takes hold of her wrist and places her hand on the bar.

I take in the atmosphere to determine how to remove the women from his extremities, especially since he didn’t give consent. There’s a bar to the left, which covers an entire wall. Tables and thick leather chairs and booths cover most of the front area, and farther in are tables decorated in green with numbered balls on top.

Cigarette smoke drifts in my direction, causing me to cough, and fan my hand in front of my face.

A man with a beautiful smile approaches and says, “Hey gorgeous!”

I browse the area to see whom he’s talking to.

He lowers his blue eyes to mine and says, “Yes, beautiful, I’m talking to you.”

My face heats as I tuck my hair behind my ear. I give a small wave as I sayhello.

“You come to party?”

“Oh no, I came here—”

Another man joins us and cuts me off by saying, “Hey hot stuff, where have you been all my life?”

The first man says, “Fuck off. I saw her first.” My shoulders shudder from his cursing.

He holds out his hand. “They call me Influencer.”

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