Page 38 of My Sweetest Temptation

Mya let out a laugh. “That son of a bitch.” She clicked her tongue.

I giggled at her response.

“Listen, I’m going to be real with you,” she continued, her expression shifting to something more serious. “Nico is an intense mofo. When he wants something, he will do whatever it takes to possess it. And yes, that absolutely includes people. Like fucking cattle.” Her voice carried a hint of disappointment. “But despite all that, I can honestly say he’s one of the most loyal men I’ve ever known. I consider him like another brother. He’s my family.”

Her eyes shone with an earnestness that urged me to believe her.

“But he’s kind of twisted,” I murmured, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

Mya chuckled. “Yeah, he can be,” she acknowledged, giving a small shrug. “But that man has endured hell, more than most could bear.” She pushed off the desk, straightening to her full height. “I’m not making excuses for his behavior. He’s been shaped by his past, like all of us.”

I fell silent, because what could I say? I didn’t know these people, yet a strange sense of trust was bubbling up inside me—a gut feeling that perhaps they wouldn’t harm me.

“So.” She clapped her hands together, breaking the tension. “First things first. I’m going to give you a tour, and then we’ll dive into the administrative side of your role.”

With that, Mya began outlining my responsibilities. My tasks included ordering supplies, filing documents, answering calls, reviewing contracts for current and new members, and handling financial records. After covering my job duties, Mya gestured for me to follow her for a quick tour, with Enzo following closely behind.

She led me through a maze of hallways until we reached a door guarded by three men who look like linebackers, dressed in designer suits and wearing earpieces. I watched Enzo enter a code on the panel, and the door swung open, revealing a luxurious VIP room in red and black.

“This is the entertainment lounge for our clients. We have servers to provide them with what they need,” Mya explained. With a hand on my back, she guided me to walk ahead. “And those are the private rooms.” She pointed upward to the second floor, where the rooms were discreetly tucked away behind grand pillars adorned with reflective surfaces, which give the illusion of there being mirrors.

As I walked further into the VIP room, I saw the room was adorned with plush furnishings, and in the dim lighting, sultry hues cast shadows on the walls. Each piece of furniture seemed meticulously chosen, from the deep sofas that invited relaxation to the low tables that held an array of artisanal cocktails and elegant glassware.

A bar stood at the far end of the room, staffed by a bartender whose hands mixed drinks with fluid grace. Three female servers, clad in sleek red and black pantsuits, navigated the room with purpose, their expressions focused yet welcoming as they attended to the guests.

“What goes on in those rooms?” I asked Mya, looking back to the upper level.

“The clients have the girls sit on their lap, dick, feet...” a familiar voice said nonchalantly, making my head swivel like Linda Blair’s toward the voice. “Whatever they want you to do,” Davina finished.

Oh, oh!

I gaped at her. “Like prostitute services?” I asked in a whisper.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Davina said in a bored tone. “Some of the men will want you to stroke or suck their dick. And others are more ruthless and will fuck you to submission. What are you, a fucking virgin?”

I reared back at her crass words. “I’m not fu—” I caught myself before continuing. “Having sex with anybody.” Or sucking any man’s genitals, for that matter. I looked frantically between the two women.

Davina rolled her eyes.

“Davina, knock it off,” Mya spat, glaring up at her. “I’ll have your ass thrown out and banned from the club. Don’t push me.”

Davina gave her a respectful nod but shot me a glare before striding away.

“Sorry about her,” Mya said. “This is a private, elite club,” Mya explained to me. “All the girls are willing participants. There are members who come to this place to explore their sexual desires.” I knew she was trying to reassure me, but it didn’t help.

“Is it legal?” I asked.

“Behind these walls, yes,” Mya said without hesitation. “I promise you that whatever happens in this club is wanted by both parties.”

My expression must have made it clear I didn’t understand. “Winter, think of it as having a certain hunger that only something forbidden will satiate. That’s what these men come here for.”

My God. It was like a forbidden vacation.

“Do you want to leave?” she asked.

“No,” I said quietly.

“The girls are assigned bodyguards and are escorted to and from work,” Mya continued to explain.

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