Page 52 of Queen Of Clubs

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Page 52 of Queen Of Clubs

Scratch that, I don’t want to find out.

After washing myself, I get out, dry off and change. I take my alpha-blocking spray before heading out of the bathroom.

I find the guys arguing in the living room, but at least Zane is still there. They all shut up and stare at me when I enter the room.

Something about being around them makes my omega side more pronounced. All I want to do is have one of them pull me into their arms and comfort me. But that can’t happen right now. Right now, we need to talk.

“So... that was awkward,” I try to joke, but it falls flat.

“Want to tell me how the fuck you ended up fucking my brother?” Zane growls.

I narrow my eyes. “First of all, I didn’t know he was your brother,” I snap. “And second, don’t fucking judge me.”

“Jade doesn’t owe us anything. This was her life before we came back into it.” Everett glares at Zane, then looks to me. “But we really would like to know a little bit about how you know Calvin, if that's alright.”

“There’s not much to tell,” I sigh, taking a seat on the chair across from the couch they are seated on. “I’ve been working at The High Roller since I presented. At first, I just served because I wasn’t old enough to bartend. Then, I started to dance a little bit. It was fun, and I enjoyed it.”

I give Zane a look when his body tightens at the mention of me dancing in the club. “Then, when I became of age, I became a bartender. That was all I planned on doing. Servicing clients wasn’t ever something I was interested in.”

“Until Calvin came along.” Zane huffs out a laugh.

“What do you want me to say?” I ask. “That you’re wrong? Because you’re not. About six months ago, Calvin came into the club. I was his server for the night, and he became interested in me.”

What I don’t want to tell them was that there was this pull I felt when I was around him. I was instantly attracted to him, something I’ve never felt with any of the other clients.

“We talked, he flirted, and... I don’t know.”

“You ended up in bed together.” Zane glares at me. “Why him? If you were so set on not sleeping with clients, what made you break that?”

“I don’t have to explain myself to you.” I lean forward in the chair, narrowing my eyes at him. “But if you must know, I was horny.” I raise a brow when his nostrils flare. “I’m an omega. He was an attractive man. He was nice. I enjoyed being around him. And the fat paycheck at the end of the night was a sweet deal, too.”

“So it was just about the money?” he asks, seeming to relax a little bit. I’m surprised that sleeping with someone for money isn’t a bigger deal to him. I don’t feel ashamed. It’s part of the job, but it was also a choice that was completely mine to make.

“Partly,” I admit. “The other part was I wasn’t interested in casual sex. Sleeping with a new man every time I wanted some release wasn’t for me. So whenever he came back, he always invited me to the rooms upstairs, and I accepted. We both got something out of it, and I was with an alpha who respected me, someone who I felt comfortable with.”

“And you had no idea who he was? That he was this big record producer,” Everett asks me.

“No,” I tell them honestly. “All I knew was his first name. We didn’t talk about work, we didn’t get into anything personal. Clients can reveal as much as they want, but we’re not allowed to ask for privacy reasons. And I wasn’t interested in becoming best friends with the guy, I just wanted sex.”

Zane growls at that. “Zane,” Griffin grumbles at him. “You can’t get pissed at her for sleeping with people before we came back into her life. The same way she can’t get mad at us.”

I mean, I can be a little bit mad. But that's the omega in me. “He’s right. You don’t see me ready to claw the eyes out of every woman you’ve ever slept with before.”

“I’d be okay with that,” Zane counters with a blank face.

I just blink at him for a moment. He’s joking, right?

“I’m not trying to argue or anything, I genuinely want to know. You didn’t recognize him? Not that his face is plastered all over the internet, but he is fairly well-known in the entertainment industry and has been to many public red carpet events.”

“No. I didn’t know who he was. Never seen his face around because I don’t pay attention to the news in any way, including gossip websites. I hardly pay attention to actors and singers, let alone people like producers and owners of record labels.”

“So you didn’t listen to music, didn’t keep in touch with what's trending?” Griffin asks.

“No,” Zane answers for me. “Because she wanted to forget about us. Meaning she kept away from anything new regarding music. Right?” I nod, swallowing hard.

“I had to.” I shrug. “The idea of hearing you guys, seeing you... it would have hurt too much. Plus, I’m not one for newer music. I still listen to the same things that came out over ten years ago.”

“You're done with him,” Zane tells me, leaning back in his chair as he crosses his legs in a this is the final word stance. “You're not at The High Roller anymore. So you don’t need to sleep with him again.”




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