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She gave me two cards that were all black that had the name and logo of the club. The Atelier was in all gold and it felt thicker than a credit card.

“Our own room?” Camila asked as she took the card from her.

“We have rooms for our special guests that have everything your heart could desire,” she said. “They are located on the other side of the space behind the red door. Mr. Valbuena said to enjoy your stay.”

She walked away as I flipped the card in my hand.

“How the hell did Vincent know we were here?” I put the card in my pocket.

“I might have asked about the club this week,” Camila said, her cheeks growing a little red.

I raised my brows in shock. “Wow, Hermosa. I didn’t expect that.”

“I hope it was ok I took his contact from your phone, but I wanted to do this without you knowing,” she said, taking a sip of her drink. “I wanted it to be a surprise, but I didn’t know about the extra stuff. He only secured us a ticket to get in.”

“Thank you,” I said, kissing her softly. “Thank you for trying and doing all of this for me. I don’t deserve you.”

“Of course you do, we deserve each other.” She cupped my cheek and kissed me softly.

A man came up to the bar behind Camila, checking out her ass. I pulled her closer to me, and gave him room to stand at the bar. A hand touched my ass and I quickly looked around to see a woman with her hands up.

“I’m so sorry,” she said. “Someone pushed me.”

“Are you ok?” I asked, looking back at Camila talking to the guy behind her.

“Yeah, thanks,” she said, tucking her hair behind her ear. “The bar is always so packed.”

“No, thank you.” I heard Camila say.

“Can I buy you a drink?” The woman asked, looking up and down at me.

“No, thank you,” Camila said again.

“No, thanks,” I said quickly, looking at the man bothering my wife.

“Come on baby, he might like watching me fuck you,” he said to Camila, raising his hand to touch her face.

“She said no,” I growled.

The man looked up at me because I was at least six inches taller than him.

“I was just being friendly,” he clipped. “Sometimes women need to be fucked by a real man.”

“What the fuck did you say?” I pulled Camila behind me, my hand clenched at the need to punch his face.

“She doesn’t know what…”

“Cody, I can guarantee, you are not the man to give it to her.” A sultry voice said behind him.

He turned around quickly and there stood our instructor Genevieve with a riding crop in hand.

6

Genevieve

The Atelier was busy for newbie night. This was one of my favorite nights the club hosted and I loved to see all the new meat. It wasn’t just for new people entering the community, it was also for seasoned people who were coming to Denver looking at a membership or even new Doms bringing their Subs.

It was a perfect place to find someone to lose myself in and possibly find a new Sub or Subs. Excitement strummed through me as I walked the crowd. A few people said hello, most were Doms, but a few were my old Subs who had found another Dom or had become Doms themselves. My mind flinted over to Easton, wondering how he was doing with his girl. I’d have to call him to see what he had decided to do.

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