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It’s only when I hear my front door shut, that my knees buckle, and tears fall.

Chapter 12

Dmitri

At seven sharp, I’m glaring at the security cameras.Where is she?I hope she hasn’t decided to back out of this. Then again, I kind of hope she does.

Finally, Daelyn steps into view of the camera, gracefully gliding up the walkway to the main entrance of the Monarch. She halts at the door and my heart skips a beat when I watch her fluff her dark hair to make it fall on her shoulders in long waves. She squeezes her eyes shut, her hand hovering over the doorknob, and I swear I stop breathing.

Then she opens it.

I keep myself from dashing out to meet her in the lobby. Can’t look too eager, right? Calmly leaving Ryker’s office, I stroll leisurely through the club, knowing Daelyn needs to sign waivers and an NDA before she can get into the heart of the Monarch.

It’s early, so there aren’t many guests here yet.

I've spent the day devising a plan to chip away at Daelyn’s defenses so I can figure her out. If that makes me a manipulative asshole, so be it. My patience only goes so far, and I’ve been at the end of my rope with a lot of things lately.

Part of me knows I’m using Daelyn as a distraction from the horrors in my life and I don’t care. She brings me peace. For me to admit that says I’m more fucked in the head than ever.

This woman is a stranger and a liar. Her showing up in my life like this is also too perfectly timed, which is highly suspicious.

Daelyn’s got a temporary pass at the Monarch, as my special guest, and I’ve waived the fees for her. I didn’t tell Vault yet, so the background checks will wait because I want to deepdive into Daelyn my own motherfucking way.

The first glimpse of her when I reach the lobby has me slowing my roll. She’s arresting. The security feed did not do her justice in that dress. My girl is a motherfucking smoke show.

No. She’s not my girl. She’s my…

What? My distraction, project, toy?

I’ll go with submissive, because if I get my way, that’s exactly what she’ll be from this day forward.

“Daelyn,” I practically purr while making my way towards her. Keeping a warm smile plastered on my face, I drag my gaze down her luscious body. “You look absolutely scrumptious.”

Never mind how that just made me sound like a tool. I mean it. She looks good enough to eat, which is exactly what I plan to do. A meal like her should be savored over several hours and we’ve got all night.

“You’re all set,” Sophie says with a tight smile. “Please stay with your Dom at all times while exploring the Monarch.”

I’d put Sophie on task to greet her, because she’s the only female I truly trust on our staff, and I figured a woman greeting Daelyn may be less intimidating than say Ryker, Vault, Bull, or literally anyone else here at the club.

“You’re my Dom?” Daelyn asks quietly as I escort her deeper into the Monarch.

“Only if you want me to be.” I’ll ignore the kernel of doom growing heavier by the millisecond in my gut. I shouldn’t have sprung this on her. I should have told her my intentions ahead of time. “You said you knew what the Monarch Club was when I asked you about it this morning.”

“And I said yes, because I do know.” Her gaze darts everywhere as I lead her down a wide hallway with doors on each side. “I just didn’t realize you were a Dom here. You said you were in security.”

“As a good Dom should be.” I’m playing games I shouldn’t,dashing around truths like this. “I work security at the Monarch and am also a Dom when the occasion calls for it.”

“I’m an occasion now?”

Yes, one my dick will rise to every time.

“You’re my guest,” I say, opening a door and allowing her to enter a large room with several seating arrangements and a few toys placed on tables. “This is a mingling room.”

“You mean orgy room.”

“A get to know you introduction room,” I counter. “Orgies are upstairs. Usually in one of the VIP suites or the penthouse.”

Her jaw drops and cheeks grow rosy. “Oh my god, you’re serious?”

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