Page 46 of Gilded Desires

I enter The Society through the side entrance intended for the workers though Raja insisted I walk through the front doors. According to him, it draws the eye of the members which leads to more visitors to the Mirror Room. I can’t bring myself to do it though. On stage, no one is paying attention to my face. I walkpast them swaying my now-familiar hips and dirty blonde hair; someone is bound to put two and two together.

The door closes behind me and I stash my things in the dressing room before heading out to the floor. Society members are already gathering among the available lounge areas with waitresses moving through the crowd offering cocktails and cock rings all in the same breath.

It’s dark enough in here that I don’t have to worry about someone recognizing me.

Today I’ve come in early so I can catch up with my cousin. If I’m lucky she’ll help me slip out after the show. I don’t think I’ll get away from the men so many times in a row. Every night this week they’ve tried to get me back at their lake house and every night I’ve had to fight my way out of this club. Not because they have held me here, but because I struggle in sticking to my guns and keeping this as strictly pleasure.

Besides, I need to talk to my cousin about a situation I overheard on my first night here. I haven’t been able to get her alone long enough to share the hot news I picked up.

I spot the booth I reserved earlier complete with a pitcher of waiting margaritas and two cocktail glasses.

Sapphire enters with a hostess and I wave them over. I’ve worn my hair up and away from my face, but I know the second my men see me they’ll loosen the high-swept ponytail and not be happy until my hair hangs loose. The clinging white wrap-around dress I picked for tonight hugs my breasts and I’ve caught the eye of a few single men looking to hook up with someone willing to share their evening. They can look all they want, but these curves belong to three other men.

Sapphire’s shimmery dress highlights her blue eyes and I swear she is a walking diamond who catches everyone’s eye as she passes. Including the Southern Alliance’s.

Sapphire and the hostess weave through the crowd and I swear with my hand over my heart the closer Sapphire gets the more irritated she seems.

“I’ll leave you now, Ms. Constantine. Enjoy your stay with The Gilded Key Society.”

“Thank you.”

The hostess leaves. No sooner are we left alone do I throw my arms around my friend.

“What the heck was that about?” I ask when we break apart. Some major vibes are going on between her and the Southern Alliance sitting a few booths away.

I glance over her shoulder, but she pulls me back around.

“Never mind. It was nothing. Probably mistaken identity.”

I can see her warring with herself. Being near the men she craves but can’t have is killing her. I’ve known her since we were in pampers. She tries to school her expression, but I see her desires flitter over her expression

“Liar. I’m not blind, Sapph. I see them every night, too. Harlon would keel over if he knew we were here with the Southern Alliance three tables over.”

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Sapphire tsks. “What? You scared of your brother now?” Her tone is slightly mocking but I don’t take offense.

I know she thinks I’m this perfect example of a spoiled member of Constantine royalty. But we both know the real me. I’m a little dirty under all my sweetness.

“Yeah right!” I scoff.

She gives a low laugh. “That’s what I thought.”

“Good deflection. But, come on. I see thatfuck melook on your face. You wanna do the nasty with those three.” I gesture behind her and she grabs my hand, holding onto it.

“Belle!” she hisses. “Can you try to be a little louder?”

We sink into the plush cushions of our booth and sigh. Thank God the high dividers between the booths block us from view when we sit down.

“What? Tell me I’m lying.” I know the true version of her. The one with the kinky desires and filthy dreams and she knows my darkest secrets.

“You’re such a hussy. I can feel thosetake me I’m yoursvibes rippling off you like waves in an ocean, girl.” I wrap my hand around my throat in a dramatic way as if I’m drowning.

She puts her phone on the table and runs her hands over the smooth buttery soft leather of the sofa we sit on. “You are too much sometimes, you know that?”

My glossed lips pull up into a mischievous grin and I bat my lashes. “But ya love me.” I serve us each a margarita and push one her way.

She takes it.

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