Page 86 of Sweet Deception

I huff. "Fine. I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" I open the door, but turn back to him. "Are you taking us to the airport?" I've grown fond of Joseph and I wish he was as close to Luca and the guys so that he could relax and be himself around me like the other two are. Well … at least Gio is. I don't quite have Rafael figured out yet. Not that he's been around muchtofigure out.

"I'm not sure. I haven't been given instructions beyond today."

"Alright, if I don't see you tomorrow, have a great weekend." I grab my backpack and step out of the SUV.

I've stopped Joseph from coming around and opening my door for me. He can't do it if I beat him to it and now he doesn't bother anymore. I haven't tested the waters and sat in the front yet. Something tells me that will be too much for him right now.

"Be safe, Ma—" Joseph quickly stops before finishing and then shakes his head.

I lean in and wink before stepping back to shut the door.

Baby steps.

When I enter the club, I search the floor but don't find Luca, so I walk to the bar and wait for the bartender's attention. It's not the guy from last time. Frankie, I think. This guy is younger, with hair tied back into a man bun that doesn't look very appealing.

"Can I help you?" The bartender gives me a once over. The way he's eyeing me, I wouldn't trust a drink from him even if he offered it for free.

"I'm looking for Luca Morelli."

Luca did know Frankie's name, so maybe this guy will know who Luca is as well.

The bartender leans on the bar and nods his head to the hall over his right shoulder. "He's in the office. You can head on to the back if you want."

Frowning, I eye the hallway, confused as to why Luca would be back there. I turn back to the bartender to find him smirking.

Something is off.

"Maybe we aren't talking about the same guy. He's—"

"Lady, there's only one Luca Morelli who owns this place," bartender guy sneers.

My head jerks back. What the hell? I'm confused and hurt by this information, but I know better than to say anything more to this guy.

"Right. Thanks." I walk off, my head a mess of questions. Is this one of the clubs Luca owns? He did say he owned a few clubs, but why would he not tell methis was one of them? Does he have some sort of agreement with the sugar baby company?

Stopping outside the office door, I take a moment to pull myself together. When I'm about to knock, sounds of moaning come from inside and I freeze as my body goes cold at the implication.

The moans get louder.

I can't fucking breathe. Tears form and I try to swallow, desperately trying to keep them from falling. I willnotbreak down here.

I lower my hand, ready to bolt, but I'm not sure what to do or where to go?

Movement catches my eye and I turn to find the bartender watching me with a look in his eyes that tells me he knew exactly what I would find back here. Narrowing my eyes, I turn back to the door. The bartender yells stop, but I ignore him as I push the door open. I brace for what I'm about to see, but I wasn't expectingthis.

"What the—" I slap a hand over my eyes and blindly reach for the door behind me.

"Kylie? What the hell are you doing here?" Gio asks as if I didn't catch him balls deep in the blonde server.

"My eyes! My eyes! I can't unsee that!" I turn and run right into the door in my panic to leave the room. Instant pain slashes across my forehead, causing me to jerk back. The hand over my eyes goes to my forehead and I look long enough to make my way out of the office and into the hall. "Fuck, that hurt."

"Shut the door behind ya! We aren't done." Lisa yells, laughing.

"Shut up, Lisa. Kylie, don't move. Lisa, get dressed and leave." Gio barks.

I lean against the wall and squeeze my eyes shut again. I can feel a headache coming on.

Sounds of clothes rustling reach my ears, but I don't dare open my eyes again. The pain in my forehead intensifies and I feel liquid slowly trickle down my fingers.

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