Page 37 of Tease Me (Dark Odyssey 1)

We tackled the office first, because I didn’t want to involve Sherine until I had to.

I was hoping to find some clues but there was nothing amongst his paperwork and everything on his computer from files to emails were all encrypted with some type of firewalls and passwords none of us could get pass.

It enraged me, but it was suspicious as fuck because we all use passwords, just not the way he did. The plan tomorrow is to get someone from our technical support team to decrypt them so we can see if there’s anything on his computer we can use.

Everything that is happening makes me want to breathe fire because of that helplessness that looms over my fucking head. It reminds me that I can’t do anything.

Nothing at all. Nothing more than what I’m doing which feels like a waste of time.

And Gabe is still on the fucking phone. I glower at my brother as he asks the doll what color her nipples are.

Accepting I’ll have his attention when he decides to give it I give up on him and allow myself to get lost in what’s happening below us.

The club is packed as always.

Always packed and I get the feeling that no matter how much we charge, people will still come.

We charge two hundred dollars for a standard ticket, five hundred for the general VIP lounge, seven hundred for the sex dungeons. Every night the tickets sell out.

We make six figures a night, sometimes seven when we have special events. To be fair though, every night’s an event. People hear things about The Dark Odyssey. They come for the sex.

Of course they would come for the sex. It’s taboo. People love anything that’s taboo. Even the fuckers who think they don’t like it, do. It’s all the holier-than-thou ones who try to restrain themselves.

Sex is a very interesting thing. There’s something about it that’s forbidden and desirable all at once. The people here like watching like we do, and they like fucking like we do.

I can’t believe a whole eight years have gone by since we set this place up. It was Georgiou’s seriously wild idea. Masquerade parties every night in a sex club. Fuck yeah. He’s the most liberal of all of us.

Liberal as in he’s been married to his doll for the last seven years but he shares her with his best friend. Yeah.

Liberal like that, but it works. He banded together with us to set the place up and while we don’t see him as much as he used to we all take pride in our accomplishment to push the limits of fantasy.

We’d set up the place to create a … safe environment for people to live out their fantasies and boy do they ever. They’re all doing it now.

Although we don’t allow sex on the dance floor, from where I’m sitting it looks like a massive orgy below us, from the way everyone’s dancing. And, from the people in the cubicles.

The usual businessmen are in the private cubicles on the outskirts and on the floor. There are people having threesomes, foursomes, fivesomes. Most of the groups have more men than women. The men all share the women. I like that dynamic. Even though I don’t like sharing. Tried it many times and hated it. Gabe and Salvatore are different. They don’t mind.

I just like to watch.

It’s the watching part that we like.

As if I’m not pissed off enough at Gabe for being on his damn call for so long, Robbie approaches me from the side entrance. He has paperwork in his hands. That means he’s found something out about Mia.

Of course I followed through on my plan to have her checked out. This is my guy who does all that for me, he’s just late and he’s got that tentative look on his face because he knows I don’t like late.

“What the fuck took you so long?” I snarl. Truth be told I almost forgot he was supposed to come see me before eight.

It’s all the fucking shit on my mind. I can’t focus on what I’m supposed to.

“Sorry Boss, I had one last thing to check out,” he hands me the paperwork. I take it and cut him a crude glance. He knows I’m pissed but I won’t take it out on him.

He’s been my street guy since we opened the club and I trust him. Trust is a hard thing to come by in our world.

I scan over the document and see that Mia’s a lawyer and her credentials are as long as my arm.

Fucking hell, my eyes snap wide when I see Harvard listed in her academic qualifications.

Harvard… She studied at Harvard and got into Silvermans in L.A.

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