Page 48 of Revelation (Love Isn't What It Seems 3)

“Hey buddy, I thought you were leaving.”

I glanced at Daniel. “I see you sent an extra invitation.” Although I didn’t mind. Not. At. All.

Daniel and I started this club and thisarrangement.This place was elusive and exclusive.

We had similar tastes, though he sometimes ventured into threesomes. I wasn’t into sharing. But that was the best part of this club. We all had different fantasies, desires. As long as it was pleasurable to both participants, or in Daniel’s case all participants, there was no judgement.

We served in the British military together, served five years in the Middle East right after finishing university. We’ve seen some shit, survived it, but some of the crap just stuck and made us a bit fucked up in the bedroom. Maybe it was because we had no control of what happened in the war, so now we craved it here.

The music stopped and the lights darkened. Daniel and I headed for the table tucked away a bit, the same one we always sat at. It was our table.

“We are getting ready to start, ladies and gentlemen.” The announcement came through and everyone headed for their tables, eager to get started.

A bottle of chilled scotch already awaited us so I poured myself a drink.

The stage lit up and the first girl stepped out.

“Not bad,” Daniel muttered next to me. But I knew he wasn’t interested. She was pretty, in an innocent kind of way. Men would like her.

“The bidding for her will start… now.”

“One million,” a man shouted out.

The girl smiled, her eyes following the voice of the gentleman that bid on her. She licked her lips, and pulled her costume dress just a bit higher, exposing more of her thighs. Okay, maybe not so innocent.

“One million one hundred thousand.” Another man bid.

“One million two hundred thousand,” the original bidder exclaimed.

Once, twice and that was it. The girl made a decent amount of money for herself. The club kept ten percent, everything else went to ladies that decided to get on the stage.

“The next girl is a new member,” the speaker commenced, and everyone's eyes eagerly went to the stage. Everyone loved seeing someone new. Curiously, I looked up too and my smile froze.

What the fuck is Layla doing up there?

“The bidding-”

“A million,” Daniel shouted before the speaker even had a chance to start.

“Oh, eager audience tonight,” the speaker beamed.

“One million and a half,” someone else jumped into the bid.

Fuck, no. She is mine.

“Two million,” I chimed in.

“Three million,” Daniel retorted. All of a sudden, I really disliked Daniel.

“We could share,” he muttered, his eyes mocking. Yes, we’ve done that one or twice, giving it a try. But like I said, I wasn’t much of the sharing type. And there was no chance in hell I’d share Layla with anyone.

“No,” I gritted out.

Layla Cambridge would be the death of me. She always managed to stir me up. I wanted to storm up there and take her away from that stage. What the fuck was she thinking? The need to throw her over my shoulder intensified, I wanted to take her into the bedroom and control her. Have my way with her.

“Since your brother’s wedding, I knew she’d be the one for you,” he retorted dryly, like he just discovered a new continent. He knew I had been obsessing over her from the moment I laid eyes on her. He returned his attention back to the stage, his eyes roaming over Layla’s body appreciating her each curve. “Four million.”

“Five million,” I spoke coolly. If I had to, I’d spend every single dime I had, but he would not get her.

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