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He grins. “Why would I want to keep a girl who doesn’t like what I do for a living? I bet you haven’t told her about the times you used to indulge, fight? How you got the old man to sell this place to you?”
“We’re not having this conversation, Levi.”
“You’re gonna regret it.”
I turn to leave. “I’ll be in my office.”
As I walk, I can still feel Levi’s words circling my head like flies around a carcass. And the worst part? Some of them buzz louder than I want them to.
Sloane hasn’t freaked out about the club. Not once. Whenever it’s mentioned, she stays neutral. Calm. Unbothered.
But what if she just doesn’t know what she’s supposed to be bothered by?
When people hear sex club, they picture dim red lights, sweaty orgies, backroom sleaze. Leather and chains and creepy dudes in masks.
But then there are sex clubs-and there’s Obsidian. Whole different animal. This place isn’t just exclusive. It’s legendary. There’s a reason half the city whispers the name like it’s some underground cult and why security stays busy handing out punches.
People don’t come here for champagne and tame lap dances. They come to bleed their desires out. Every filthy fantasy, every unspoken kink they’re too afraid to name out loud anywhere else-this is where they come to live it. And yeah, sometimes they take it too far. Push too hard. Forget there’s a line. That’s when fists fly. That’s why Obsidian stays Obsidian.
What if I actually brought her in, let her see it all? Not the cleaned-up version, not the sugarcoated pitch, but the real Obsidian. The heat. The shadows. The twisted beauty of what we do here. Would Levi be right? Would she look at me differently? Flinch? Walk?
Even if I wanted to show her, I can’t. Not yet. Not unless I’m damn sure she’s madly in love with me. Because if I open that door and she leaves, I can’t be a grown man going through a heartbreak.
I reach my office, swipe my card, and step inside. My chair creaks under me as I sit.
A buzz vibrates in my pocket.
I pull out my phone and see a message from Sloane.
Sloane: ‘Can we move the date to later tonight? I’m having dinner with my bosses.’
I groan out loud.
My secretary booked that restaurant a week ago.
Me: ‘Your bosses? When did you start having dinner with your bosses? Can’t your ditch them? Say your stomach hurts?’
Sloane: ‘They’re thinking of promoting me. Talking about cramps is just going to remind them why they don’t like putting women in power, I have to go, Knox. I’ll meet you at your place after work.’
Goddammit.
This has Hunter’s name all over it. That smug bastard. He probably wasn’t kidding about that apology letter after all. At this rate, I might just scribete: some half-assed sorry just to make him stop. Or better yet, find him at that cigar club of his and settle it the old-fashioned way-no paper, no signature Just two men, a room, and fists.
God, what’s wrong with me?
A promotion’s not a bad thing. On paper, it’s a win. But I know how this city works. I’ve seen what the top floor does to people, especially the ones with titles that come with corner offices and 80-hour weeks. These 9-5 warriors barely sleep. Some of them stumble into Obsidian after midnight begging for massages that end in orgasms, just so they can feel like humans again. If Sloane climbs that ladder, she’ll be gasping for air before long
And me? I’m already busy as hell. If she starts clocking those hours, Hunter gets what he wants-distance, Silence. Weak spots.
Islam the phone down.
A while later, while I’m going through some files, there’s a buzz.
Again.
Hunter.
Hunter: ‘Howdy there, Knox boy. Did your girlfriend tell you she’s about to get promoted? Oh, don’t panic. She’s in the right hands. I’ll have her meeting with the top people in the country who’ll steal her away from you. Helps that she’s cute and smart. The best turn-on for corporate men.
I grind my teeth. Hunter and his petty games. I’m going to kill him.
Me: ‘Is this about your stupid apology letter?’
Hunter: ‘We’re way past that now, buddy. You had your chance. Just a sec. Sending you a pic of her laughing with our biggest shareholder. Your girl’s ambitious.’
And then it comes.
A picture.
Sloane, laughing across a table at some upscale restaurant. She’s in profile, face tilted slightly toward the camera. Definitely Hunter’s camera, as he isn’t in the picture. The man beside her has on dark sunglasses and holds a silver-tipped cane between his knees.
Wait a minute.
I zoom in.
It’s T-Bone.
“What the hell?” I say out loud, sitting up.
What is Mateo doing acquiring shares in a tech firm? Not just any firm-Sloane’s firm. No. This isn’t a coincidence. Not after that weird, clipped run-in we had at the kickboxing club. That son of a bitch is up to something. And I’m pretty sure I know why.
I forward the photo to Aaron.
Me: ‘Get someone to ID that restaurant. Now. And run a background check on a man named Mateo Torres. This is him in the picture.”
I grab my jacket, phone in hand, and storm out of the office, hurrying to the elevator.
Sloane doesn’t know what Mateo is.
But I do.
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And if he thinks he’s going to worm his way into her life with revenge in mind, he’s got another think coming
SLOANE
Initially, I’d been skeptical about what a meeting with Hunter, who claims he has bad blood with me, would be like.
I half expected an ambush or some kind of ego-driven showdown, but so far, it’s been surprisingly… normal. Almost too normal. Hunter is a good conversationalist, I’ll give him that. He doesn’t miss a beat, steering the topics around the table like a well-trained ma?tre d’ of words, making the pauses smooth, the laughter effortless.
He’s nothing like the scheming antagonist he paints himself to be. Honestly, I’m beginning to see why Knox called him a softie. He’s kind of sweet. Charming in the way that makes you forget your drink is empty until he signals the waiter before you even reach for it.
It’s the other man on our table that scares me.
Mateo Torres.
He doesn’t speak much. When he does, it’s like he’s dissecting me, not holding a conversation. Every time I think the topic will swing to what my new role would involve-which is Hunter’s angle-it gets deflected. Not rudely. But firmly. And always toward me. Personal questions. Like he’s trying to measure who I am outside of my resume.
Hunter’s leaning forward now, a lazy smile on his face. “I, myself, am just getting to know a little about all this tech and firewall stuff,” he says, nudging his wine glass toward Mateo as if he’s confessing a secret. “Mr. Torres pulled me out of the investment banking world after all. But you have a way of putting it all into such clear words, Sloane. That’s what would make you fit to work closely with the top executives. Especially me.”
I smile politely. “I believe things shouldn’t be overexplained,” I reply, keeping up the performance. “If you’re passionate about a project, you should be able to make someone else understand-and maybe even become passionate too.”
“I agree,” Mateo says. “Are you by any chance married, Sloane?”
I pause, unsure if I’m supposed to answer that.
“I mean, your file says you’re single,” he adds with a slight smile, adjusting his glasses. “But that was registered years ago. And I also don’t see a ring on your finger. Of course, some people consider it a cultural thing not to wear one.”
“I’m not married, Mr. Torres.”
“Mateo, please.”
“Of course.”
There’s a pause.
“Would you like more of that?” Hunter asks, gesturing toward my plate. There’s a half-finished serving of what was once a perfectly plated risotto, creamy and delicate, topped with microgreens that I barely touched.
“No, thank you. I’m full.”
“Dessert?”
“Honestly, I’m fine.”
Hunter’s gaze keeps drifting toward the entrance like he’s expecting someone. I notice the little glances, the way his posture shifts. And it’s obvious that he’s dragging this dinner out on purpose. At this point, we’ve said all that needs saying.
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