Page 109 of Crimson Flames

After making sure everything is perfect and that the flooring is sealed just right, I make my way down the stairs to finish taking stock of the bar and materials we’re running low on.

None of us needed this club, but when Damien came to us all and made the suggestion to build a place we could truly call our own, where we could each blow off some steam and be ourselves without judgment, no one hesitated to sign on the dotted line.

This club is kind of like our baby, and I definitely treat it as such when I’m here. I love everything about it, except for the name. Damien played his trump card on that one though since this was his idea. Thus, why most of us refer to it as “The Club” instead of Kray.

At least he had a designer make the name look classy, even though, and I quote, he said, “It’s because we are all kray kray for our kinks.”

If he had never said it like that, I could have gotten behind the name. But now that I know, I just call it The Club and try to forget.

All too soon, guests are filing in for the evening. I invited a special performer tonight that both Laney and I have grown close with. She’s so much fun and teaches the best classes.

“Here you go, Misty,” I say, offering the performer a cold bottle of water. “Thanks for checking over the room with me. I will be sure to let you use it after I break it in.”

She laughs, her silver nails shining as she unscrews the cap and takes a long drink. “I’ve been to a lot of sex clubs, girl, and I have to say that room is the most unique one I have ever been in.”

“Thanks,” I reply, a blush appearing on my cheeks I hope is well hidden by the lighting. “It took me a while to figure out what I liked, and you helped with that.”

Her tight pink body suit is a contrast to her dark skin, much like her neon wig. She is truly one of the most beautiful women I have ever met. I nearly took her up on her offer of a date when she asked me out after we interviewed her a few months back.

But I knew Boris would probably have an aneurysm, and I still don’t know if I’m into women for sure. I’ve played around with the idea, wanting to find security in my sexuality and make sure I wasn’t just conforming to societal norms.

But as much as I can admit that Misty is one of the rare beauties in the world, I don’t think I'm into her in a sexual way and would hate to lead her on.

She was a bit upset with the rejection at first, but after I opened up about dating an ex-mafia don who is older than my father, we quickly bonded. When I told her about Cillian a few months back, she hardly batted an eye, waving her hand to say that she knew I was too much for one man to handle.

“So when do I get to meet the broody one with tattoos?” Misty asks, nodding to my two men who just walked into the room looking sharp as ever. Boris is in a tailored navy suit, every inch hugging his muscular body.

Then there’s Cillian. He’s dressed in a black leather jacket with a fitted black tee underneath, ripped black jeans, and Doc Martens. They couldn't be more opposite if they tried. Boris’ hair is slicked back whereas Cillian’s falls into his face. White in contrast with black. My dark and my light, both saving me in all the ways a guardian angel should but defiling me like the devil in the night.

I’m living every girl’s dream.

“You can meet him now,” I say as the guys walk towards me. The second they entered the room, it’s like they could sense my presence, their eyes shooting straight to mine without even scanning the room first. As they should because I went shopping just to surprise them tonight.

“Misty,” Boris greets, leaning in to hug her. She returns the sentiment with a grin.

“Have you been working out?” she mock flirts, squeezing his bicep.

He chuckles as he nods to Cillian. “Trying to keep up with the kid.”

Cillian rolls his eyes. “I am not a kid.”

“You’re definitely not,” Misty says, eyeing him up and down. “One hundred percent man if I’ve ever seen one.”

“I like her already,” Cillian says, holding out a hand, but Misty bats it away to hug him. When they pull back, she assesses his arms as well.

“Not as bulky as the older fella, but I am sure you get the job done.”

“That he does,” I say with a wink as I slide into his side and kiss him. Boris leans over to kiss me the second Cillian and I break apart.

“You look like a goddess,” Boris whispers.

“Hmm, absolutely stunning, Love.” Cillian’s lips brush my neck and I nearly whimper.

Misty whistles. “To live a day in your life,” she jokes.

“We’ll come watch your third act,” I promise her as I begin to pull my men towards their surprise for the evening.

“If you can walk to the third act, then they didn’t utilize the room properly,” she calls back.

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