Page 62 of Deceit
He was right.
There was something addictive—thrilling,even—about being on the stage,watched by others, and as much as I flirted with women outside of Exotique and gave the impressionthatI had one-night stands, I never fucked anyone unless it was with an audience.
Until a few minutes ago.
When the cloth was damp, I returned to my office, ready to eat humble pieand apologize, but my scorching blood turned to ice at finding the room empty and the door ajar.
“Fuck.”
I dropped the cloth and grabbed my phone, tapping at the screen to bring upthe tracking device. When the dot appeared, confusion furrowedmy brow. Sofia’s phone was back in the city. There was no way she would have made it backthatquickly,evenif she were in a car.
I dialed Connor, who answered on the first ring.“Mr. Wolfe.”
“Is Sofia with you?”I snapped, running a hand through my hair and staringat the edge of my desk where streaks of blood and come stained it.
I swallowed, shame burrowing its way into the marrow of my bones.
“No, Sir. We were ordered by Mr. Wolfe…uh, the other Mr. Wolfe, to returnto the city to deal with an incident.”
“What incident?”
My heart rate spiked. What the hell had happened while I was too busyburying my cock in Sofia? And if she wasn’t with her bodyguards, where the fuck was she?
A potent streak of jealousy surged through me when a little voice inside myhead whisperedthatshe’d headed back to the voyeur room to find someone else to fuck her.
My guilt and shame vanished in a heartbeat. I grabbed my jacket, hanging upon Connor without finding out what the incident was. Whatever had happened could wait. But if I found Sofia hooking up with some other guy, their death couldn’t wait.
Storming out of my office, red mist coated my vision as I practically sprintedto the door, bursting through into the heart of Exotique.
“Mr. Wolfe, is everything okay?”Jamie, the general manager of the club,asked, stopping me in my tracks as I stomped across the atrium.
“Did you see a woman leave the door to the staff area?”
His lips pulled into a grimace.“Yeah. She looked pretty mad.”
Fucking wonderful.
“Where did she go?”
“I think she left. She headed toward the exit.”
For a brief moment, relief rushed through methatshe hadn’t gone to thevoyeur room, only for my anxiety to flare again as what he’d said sank in. She left. Without her guards waiting for her.
Jamie barely finished speaking before I took off, reaching the door inseconds.“Where did she go?”I barked at Steve, the security guard I’d ordered to let Sofia into the club when I was informed of her unexpected visit.
“She took off that way,” he replied, knowing instantly who I was referring to.
My gaze flew to where he pointed down the street. Dusk had fallen, butthere was enough light for me to seethatshe wasn’t anywhere in sight. Either she was walking at a swift pace or…
No, I refused to consideror.
Thanking my lucky starsthatmy keys had been in my jacket pocket, Ifished them out and unlocked my car, which was parked outside the club, quickly taking off.
It was fucking typicalthaton the night Sofia chose to run off, her guardshadn’t been waiting outside the club. What the fuck had happened for Kai to call notjustConnor and Rob away, but the rest of the entourage? Something I’d get to the bottom of as soon as I found my wife.
Adrenaline pumped through me as I turned the corner, and a sigh of reliefleft me at finding the figure ahead, her strides long with determination. I shot past her, pulling the car across her path to stop her from going anywhere, and jumped out of the driver’s seat.
“Fuck, Jailbait, you can’tjustrun off likethat,”I snarled, rounding the car tomove in front of her.
