Page 47 of Hers To Keep
“No,” I grumble, my eyes rolling back at the sensation.Fucking liar.
“Good, because I want to be the only one who ever gets to see that look of ecstasy.”
I open my eyes, chuckling lightly at the audacity of this man, and how instead of irritating me and making me cringe at the idea of him being so arrogantly sure of himself, I’m dripping wet.
Of course our moment is cut short when out of the corner of my eye I see the condescending queens strutting toward us. Carrington’s eyes quickly find mine in the crowd, a look of shockclear in her gaze, as she watches Ace and I dance sensually, his hands roaming my body eagerly.
Instead of approaching us, she stops beside Jax and Drake, twirling her hair as she stands before them, her back curved forward purposefully sticking her ass out in her short dress. She knows the only thing that irks me more than her closeness to Ace, is when she comes around any of my guys. Yes, my guys, and I say that selfishly. Jax’s eyes stay focused on Carrington, while Drake’s looks everywhere but directly at her. Kinsley and Drea stand off to the side, chatting with some other kids from school, and Wynter walks directly over to Ace and me.
“Happy Birthday, dear brother,” she says as she stands before us. Her frosty blue eyes glare at me for a second, the hatred in them colder than ice. I guess this isn’t solely Ace’s party since Wynter and he are twins, making this birthday party every bit hers as well. And the outfit she wears surely screams she’s the woman of the night. A short, white, strapless, bandage dress, fitting every single one of her curves perfectly. Her perky breasts, real—unlike Carrington’s, sitting on her chest like perfectly round balloons draped in a ridiculously expensive looking diamond necklace, shaped like teardrops around her neck.
“Wyn, you look not a day over eighteen,” Ace jokes, releasing his hold on me and embracing his sister in a hug.
“Can’t say the same for you brother, you look like shit.” Her stare moves from him to me, once again her eyebrows crease, a deep scowl taking over her flawless face. Ace may look like a fucking God, but his sister is the epitome of ethereal beauty. Her hair is so blond it’s practically white, her eyes an icy, clear blue, and her features thin, defined, and perfectly symmetrical. Her round, doll-like eyes take up most of her perfectly sculpted face with an impeccably shaped nose that would make a plastic surgeon jealous, and lips Angelina Jolie could never contest.
“Thanks, sis, nice to know what you really think of me,” Ace answers back at her.
“Maybe it’s just the company you keep.” There it is--the insult she meant for me. I don’t know what it is about Wynter Servite, but she rubs me the wrong way, and it’s nice to see the feeling’s mutual.
Maybe it’s the spoiled rich bitch in her, maybe it’s the condescending queen in her, and just maybe it’s how she feebly hides behind the Carrington persona, when in reality it’s she who is in charge. People cower down to Carrington because they want to be her, but they cower down to Wynter because she’s a Servite. She holds the actual power here, and they respect her, something Carrington will never understand.
Maybe, just maybe, it’s because in her, I see the angry little girl I used to be.
Aceand I finally sneak away from the party, Carrington following closely behind us, much to my dismay, as we descend the staircase leading to the bottom floor of the club—the only floor Ace wasn’t able to secure for tonight. He was told there was an ongoing event being held there they couldn’t cancel, and we immediately knew this is where she’d be. They are the only ones who’d be able to request such and get away with it. The only person with more power here than Ace, is his uncle and his colleagues.
When we reach the bottom of the staircase, we find a small hallway with a security guard shielding a metal door. Ace moves to hook his arm in mine, then turns to Carrington and does the same. I’m about to berate him for putting his hand on her when he shuts me up with a soft kiss.
He whispers against my lips, as he kisses me answering my unspoken thoughts. “Trust me and follow along.” He turns to Carrington, and she nods in agreement, as we move to approachthe guard who stands with his arms crossed glaring directly at us, waiting for us to speak.
“This is a restricted area,” he says in a deep, intimidating voice. “There is a private event happening, you need to walk away and go back the way you entered.” Ace doesn’t move, staring back at the guard with an equally menacing stare.
“I’m Wallace Servite, and they’re with me,” he says, giving no further explanation than his name.
The man stands his guard, making no move to let us through. “I have strict orders to…” he says but Ace is quick to interrupt him.
“To deny entry to a Servite?” he asks, in a commanding tone I’ve never heard. I turn to glance at him and see a stance of authority as he speaks to a man at least twenty years older than him. “Need I speak to your boss and let him know you’ve denied his blood entry?”
The guard’s attitude changes instantly, as he apologizes, moving out of our way. “No sir, my apologies, please enter. But they need to wear this,” he adds, holding out two purple wristbands.
Ace’s body stiffens beside me. “They won’t be taking part, they’re off the cards tonight. Which means they’re off limits.”
He smirks at Ace, nodding in agreement. “As you wish.”
Upon entering, we’re hit with an enormous cloud of smoke that nearly suffocates me. The smoke hovers around the room, hindering our view. All I can make out are shadows of people sitting on couches and tables spread out across the sizable area, much bigger than I first expected. Ace guides us toward the right side of the room where the smoke has slightly cleared, giving us room to breathe. I don’t know what I was expecting when I first walked in, but this is definitely not it.
Men of all ages, shapes, and sizes, dressed in expensive suits sit around the room with cigars in their hands, draped in practically naked women wearing nothing but red thongs and stiletto heels. The girls are wearing black lace blindfolds as they sit beside themen caressing them in all areas, while they drink, talk, and play card games at the tables. Like an underground casino with topless escorts.
“What is this place?” I ask, taking in the scene before me now that the smoke has slightly cleared.
Before either of them can answer me, I see her.
There she is just like Carrington said she would be, leaning against a stage at the far end of the room speaking to a man I don’t recognize. She’s dressed in a long red silk nightgown, her hair pinned back, a black lace veil embroidered with red roses draped atop her head.
I turn to look at Carrington who’s still standing beside us, her arm wrapped in Ace’s looking too smug for my liking. Ace notices and moves away from her, letting go as he moves to stand in front of me blocking my view of my mother. Carrington glares at us, clearly upset by his dismissal. He looks worriedly at me as I stand in shock at everything happening around us.
One of the topless girls walks over to where we stand, offering us a drink, but Ace quickly turns her away as I turn back to face my mother, who’s yet to see me.
“Please tell me these girls…”