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Soon after, the car arrives and takes us to the first boutique where he pre-booked an appointment. Two ladies are in attendance and they already have three outfits for me to choose from. I suspect Aiden told them what he likes.

I go to disappear into the changing room when Aiden hands me another dress to try on. “Try this first.”

This time it’s a much skimpier one. It’s beautiful. Its fabric is soft silk and cream-colored, but very short. Stopping at my mid-thigh and the back is so low, I doubt I can wear panties.

The front of the silky dress is demure and conservative compared to the almost non-existent rear.

“Let me see,” Aiden says. I expect he wants to see every outfit on me.

I draw the curtain aside. He wears a smile as he offers me a pair of high-heeled pumps in a matching fabric and color.

“Slip them on and turn around.”

His tongue glides over his lower lip as I pivot around and back to face him. “Perfect. You can wear that this evening.”

Chapter 13

Holly

Ilookallaround.

Although, the building exudes an air of sophistication from its exterior, its interior reveals the opposite.

I turn back to Aiden. “You brought me to a sex club?”

“I thought you’d like it?”

“Why the hell would I? I’m a fucking omega. Don’t ya think that’s kinda reckless?” My voice betrays me as I fixate on him, paralyzed with disbelief.

“Oh. She swears.”

“Fuck you.”

He lets out a chuckle, which maddens me. I clench my fists so I don’t lash out. “You didn’t mind posing in only your underwear while you showed yourself off to my neighbors. What’s the difference?”

And there is the crux of the issue. The reason he’s been so damn difficult.

“Who were you taking the photos for?” he asks, handing me a white mask, while he takes a black one. I don’t answer. I hold the mask in the air as he says, “White shows everyone you are an omega. Now answer my question.”

I choose not to engage in dialogue with him, and, to be entirely frank, I find it irritating that he thinks this arrangement gives him access to my private life. I look around, seeing very few white masks, I swallow. “Don’t expect me to do anything here.”

“I thought you like being a bad girl?”

What in the world is going through his mind?

His money cannot be worth being here.

Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars—are you sure?

He clutches my hand as we venture deeper into the club. His fingertips gently caressing my palm, attempting to soothe me.

It’s too late for that.

The music is as enticing as the scenes we move through. From almost naked servers standing around with gold platters containing condoms and little blue pills to women bouncing on cocks as others watch. The gold and black room is decadent but depraved.

While people are moving through the crowds, eyeing up their prey, other guests are dancing on the small dance floor. Voyeurs watch a naked couple as they slow-dance in the center of the floor. Men and women walk around them, touching her skin. The place is one big medieval mating ritual.

We continue walking, passing other couples and groups kissing in dark corners. I refrain from inquiring about our destination, yet I can sense panic building in me.

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