Page 41 of Reveal Me
‘A hundred grand says he can’t do it.’ Larissa swirls the whiskey around in her glass. I get the feeling she’s enjoying this as much as Dominic. Who needs enemies when I have friends like these?
A hundred grand is pocket change for me, but for some reason, I’m compelled to prove them wrong. To prove to myself that I’m not as attached as I fear.
‘Make it two hundred, and you have a bet.’
‘I’ll make it three, if you share her in the main lounge. The voyeurs will go feral for it.’ Larissa knocks back her drink and slams the glass on the desk.
‘You just want in on the action too.’ I shake my head.
‘Damn right I do.’ The cackle that leaves her lips sounds almost evil.
‘When?’ Dominic is determined to nail down a date to get a piece of the princess. I can’t say I blame him. If she was his sub, I’d want a bit of the action too. The idea of him touching her turns my stomach. Which reinforces exactly why I need to do this.
‘Tomorrow night.’ Larissa says, rubbing her palms together. ‘Let’s strike while the iron’s hot.’
‘No. Not this week. I want to get acquainted with her first.’ I’m stalling, and we all know it. The thought of anyone else taking her makes me murderous, which is why I need to try. I have to get over it. This isn’t a relationship.
‘Better do it soon before that attachment gets any deeper.’ Dominic points his index finger at my chest.
‘Give me some credit. I’m a professional.’
‘A professional what though?’ Dominic teases.
‘Shut up and pour us another drink.’ I roll my eyes at him.
‘Fine, next weekend,’ Larissa taps a long fingernail against her glass.
‘I can hardly wait,’ Dominic rubs his palms together gleefully.
Twat.
I’ll have her to myself tomorrow night and Sunday night. Surely, that’ll help burn off some of that mad attraction between us. And I’ll have all of next week to get my head around sharing her.
I can do it.
Because if I can’t, I’m even more fucked than I thought.
Chapter Eighteen
LAYLA
I spent the week answering my sister Sabrina’s WhatsApp messages. Unlike Patricia, Sabrina’s dreamed of a big white wedding her entire life, which is probably why she sent me a hundred photos of potential floral arrangements for the tables, two hundred potential upstyles for her hair, and three thousand links to potential first dance songs on YouTube.
You want to know the worst bit about listening to love songs all week?
The person that keeps popping into my mind is Sean—and as he said, this isn’t a relationship. It’s an arrangement, but it’s weird adjusting to our roles. I was prepared physically for what might happen between us, but I wasn’t prepared for the whiplash of feelings.
My first three sessions at Reveal were transcendent, but each time we finished, he literally bolted out the door.
The contract covered hard limits, but it said nothing about the hollow ache I’d experience each time he left me in one of the club’s suites.
I know it’s what I signed up for, but while I’m discovering kinks I never knew I had, I’m also discovering the hard waythat my vagina is somewhat tethered to my heart—well, it seems to be where he’s concerned anyway.
Every time one of Sabrina’s messages pinged in, I stupidly hoped it would be Sean. Obviously, it wasn’t. We’re contractually forbidden from speaking outside the club, but for some inexplicable reason, I’m still slightly pissed off with him for not at least trying to contact me during the week.
As I stride into Reveal’s lift, I try to shake the disappointment and focus on what’s to come—pleasure. Tonight, I picked out a lace baby doll slip that barely covers my ass cheeks, a matching lace thong, and holdups. I chose the patent Louboutins again, seeing as he had liked them enough to leave on last week. My black cashmere coat hangs over my forearm. The diamond encrusted collar is clipped tightly around my neck, and my mask is firmly in position.
Dominic meets me with a grin as the doors slide open. ‘Princess.’ His gaze roams over my outfit, or lack of it, I should say. In a black shirt and suit pants, he’s every bit as commanding as Sean. If he hadn’t been so kind to me last weekend, I’d be intimidated by his sheer size and physique. Both he and the woman I met on Submissive Night, Larissa, made a point to introduce themselves to me on my first night, Dominic at the start of the evening, Larissa as I left. She escorted me out to the Range Rover, apologising for the “Do you think you’re some sort of princess” remark the week before. Her horror was actually kind of amusing.
