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There’s something calming about Hannah’s presence, and I’m thankful she’s here to help me fill this in without judgment.

Maybe this is what I needed. Maybe this is somewhere I can finally feel like myself, where I can be the woman I dream of being, but I’m too scared to be out in the real world.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

EMMETT

I’m on high alert as soon as I step through the doors of the Scarlet Lounge.

When I called Elias earlier to put in a good word for Waverly, he told me they decided to give her the job about an hour into her trial shift, but I didn’t miss the interest in his voice aboutwhyI decided to call in the first place.

But then again, he knows a thing or two about obsession.

The way he and Wyatt watch their wife is with so much devotion that I find myself jealous anytime I see them together around the club, and I know for a fact that they have more than one tracker on her person at any time. After she was kidnapped last year by her own family, there’s no way they’re taking any chances, and it’s for that reason he doesn’t question me any further about my interest in their newest waitress.

Speak of the devil, or angel in this case, Waverly follows Hannah as they move through the club. Her eyes dart from scene to scene as they pass them by, her cheeks a delectable shade of pink as she takes in the woman tied to the Saint Andrew’s Cross with stripes across her naked breasts, the telltale sign of a whip’s involvement.

I move closer to them, desperate to see Waverly’s reaction up close. Is that something she would like? Her history with the opposite sex is short, mainly because I made it that way, and I don’t think she’s ever had the chance to find out what it is that she likes in the bedroom. But I’m more than happy to help her find out.

The girls continue through the main room toward the private rooms, and I’m not far behind them. I’m addicted to Waverly, and I want to know exactly what interests her so I can make all her fantasies come to life.

We step into the hallway where there are two rows of seats on either side, with a window to watch the scenes happening within. Not all the rooms are like this, but there are six that allow for those who like to be watched to live out their dreams, while those who like to watch, myself included, get to do exactly that.

Hannah pauses at the first window, and Waverly’s blush deepens when she finds a woman sitting on a man’s face, while another man fucks her ass ruthlessly.

She shifts slightly, and perhaps if I hadn’t spent so many years watching her, I would miss how her thighs rub together. She’s dressed more casually today in a black T-shirt dress, but she can’t hide how affected she is from me.

Her luscious thighs brush together as the scene playing out in front of her continues. The threesome progresses, the woman’s screams getting louder and louder until the guy fucking her ass wraps both hands around her throat and cuts her cries short.

Waverly’s bottom lip disappears between her teeth, and a smile stretches across my face. She’s so turned on she can barely handle it, and she’s not the only one.

I’ve always been addicted to watching, to seeing the pleasure from afar, but the thought of dragging orgasms from her willing body may well be even better than any scene I’ve ever watched.

Hannah grabs her hand and moves further down the hallway, forcing my girl to finally take her eyes off the threesome.

I keep my distance as they pause in front of the next mirror where a man has two women kneeling at his feet. They’re both naked with their arms bound behind them and each with a jeweled butt plug seated inside them, while the Dom is fully clothed aside from his zipper being down far enough for his dick to be on display.

Waverly watches intently, her thighs brushing together so subtly I doubt anyone else would notice, but I do. I notice everything my girl does.

They watch for another few minutes before Hannah pulls her further down the hallway toward the themed and private rooms, but before I can follow them, someone grasps my shoulder.

“Emmett, how are you doing?” Elias asks.

“Good. How are you?” I flick my eyes over my shoulder, but the girls have already rounded the corner.

“I’m good. Listen, I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind doing me a favor?”

I open my mouth to say no to whatever it is in favor of following Waverly around the club like a lovesick puppy, but I know staying on his good side is more important, especially now she works here.

“Alexander has a migraine brewing. Would you mind supervising in here for an hour or so until I can get Easton in here?”

“Sure.” I smile. At least this way I can keep an eye on my girl without coming across like a total stalker. Which I am, but she doesn’t need to know that.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

WAVERLY

You know what this tour has taught me more than anything else?

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