Page 73 of The Betrayal
“I know Blossom, I know.”
Keaton stays back with Killian and Reese and I travel to Laced Promises with Sage and Dex. It’s at the other end of the strip, tucked inside one of the hotels and the only way you get into Laced Promises is by buying your way in. This isn’t any gentleman’s club, this is the creme de la creme.
The best of the best.
It’s prestigious and Dex and Sage wanted it.
“How did you hear about this place?” I asked as we entered the lavish hotel.
“My dad,” Dex smiled, “he thinks it’s a good investment and to be honest, it will always be booming here. Business is always good in Vegas but I have been thinking, maybe I need to invest in little wedding chapels,” he throws me a wink and I roll my eyes.
“Still debating an annulment to be honest,” I sigh, choosing to ignore the fact that we have consummated our marriage.
“Really?” Sage looks at me and I nod.
“I just don’t know; my feelings are all over the place.”
“That’s understandable love, but don’t throw it away yet,” she smiles as we walk to the secret red door.
“Name?” The large doorman says, looking down his nose at Dex.
“Rutherford.”
He checks his list, looking down his nose.
“In you go,” he lifts the rope and all three of us walk into the club.
Walking down the staircase, we all stand as we look around the room, “wow,” is echoed in unison.
“This is something else,” Sage whispers, stepping forward.
The club is quiet, it’s not open yet but I already love it. Red, velvet, long pieces of ariel silks hang from the ceiling, dim spotlights are evenly planted into the ceiling tiles, as well as small lights to make it look like a starry night. The stage is a large circle in the middle of the room, giving a circus tent feel. The bar wraps round the airy room, and upstairs is a balcony, that also runs around the room. I follow Dex and Sage upstairs and notice that five rooms have glass partitions, so you can see exactly what is going on in the rooms while in there and you can be standing on the outside getting hot and bothered.
“Well…” Sage raises a brow.
“I wonder if they’re popular,” I hum as we continue walking and I am intrigued by the rooms while my mind drifts to Keaton.
“I bet they are,” Dex says as we walk up to black velvet covered doors with gold ornate keys hanging from the locks.
Twisting the matching gold doorknobs, it opens to a large room with a bed, sofa, television and an open planned bathroom. The walls are deep purple with gold wall fixtures, paintings and black wood floor.
“These all look new,” I make an obvious observation. “Do we know why they’re selling?” I ask.
“Nope, I think they’ve invested and now ready to sell.” Dex shrugs his broad shoulders up, walking into the room and having a look around.
“I thought I heard voices,” a deep British voice booms down the corridor and Dex turns to find a smartly dressed man wearing the perfect pin-stripe suit, waistcoat and shiny black brogues. Jet black hair is short round the sides, long on top and brushed back so it’s away from his face and I can’t help but focus on his dark brown eyes. “You must be Dex,” he smiles, stepping into the room and shaking his hand.
“And you must be Wolfe.”
“You are correct,” he moves along to Sage, shakes her hand then looks at me, shaking my hand.
“I know who Dex and Sage are, but who are you?” he tilts his head to the side, eyes roaming over me and I feel myself flush under his gaze. But something about him creeps me out, maybe it’s the way he is looking at me as if I am his next snack or the way his words hang on his tongue, hollowed cheeks and empty, soulless eyes.
“I’m Arizona, I work in one of the clubs back home in New York,” I respond politely and I ignore the way a shiver dances up my spine.
“Well, Arizona,” he steps closer to me, “it’s a pleasure to meet you, would you care to join me for a drink after?”
I look at Sage and Dex, heart thrashing in my chest before swallowing the thickness down that is forming a lump in my throat.