Page 81 of The Assignment: Room 3

“Don’t talk dirty to me, Flex. It’s my love language.”

“Nice. Is she your regular sub?

“No. I’m not really connecting with anyone.”

“I hear you. I don’t have a contract right now, although I’m heading in that direction.”

“A three-month or are you talking long-term?”

“To be determined.”

“Fair enough. If anything changes, I’ll let you know. I’m looking forward to seeing all the upgrades since the last time I was there.”

“It’s fucking amazing, even if I do say so myself.”

“Is this the last expansion?”

“Hell no. I have so many plans for this place. What about you? Are you happy with your club?”

“It has its pros and cons. Nothing as elaborate as Venom. It’s a typical BDSM club at the end of the day.”

“There is so much more than BDSM. I don’t class Venom as such. I’d say it’s an elite kink club.”

“Does it matter what we call them? We come together to find partners who want to participate in the same activities.”

“Wait until you get here and see the bigger picture. I guarantee you won’t see this place in the same light.”

“I’m down for being pleasantly surprised.”

“Okay, brother, I have more calls to make and kink to plan.”

“Later, Flex.”

I end the call and go about my day, splitting my time betweenfloors and my office. I’ve also been keeping an eye on my building’s parking garage. Losing myself in work, I let my phone sit heavy in my pocket as the day wears on, but every time I answer a call, I’m hoping to see a message alert from Celest.

Nothing.

I guess silence speaks volumes. I’m not going over to her place again. That’s what got me in trouble in the first place.

It’s been a long-fucking-week. With no word from Celest, I’ve been stewing at the club, watching everyone around me having the wild sex I’m known for, but I can’t bring myself to take a sub back to my playroom. I don’t owe anything to Celest. She’s the one who asked if she could fuck other Doms if I wasn’t at the club. She didn’t promise me fidelity. In all the time we’ve been fucking, I thought we both knew where this was heading. I guess I was wrong.

My desk phone rings as I sling back a shot of whisky. “Hey, Flex.”

“Hey, Eli. What’s up?”

“Jenna is here and asking if she can come back to your office?”

“Sure. Why didn’t she just come straight back?”

“She said, and I quote, ‘I’m not going in there to be accosted by his ass as he rides whatever submissive he has on the go.’ End quote.”

I chuckle at the thought. IwishI was balls deep inside a sub. “That’s what I love about her. Her sailor’s mouth. Send her back.”

“Will do. Do you want me to bring back some drinks?”

“Good idea. Thanks, Eli.”

A few minutes later, there’s a knock at the door. “Come in, Jenna. I’m fully clothed.”

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