I’m proud of my club. I built this from the ground up, so it’s almost like a child to me. People can judge all they want, but I’m proud of providing a safe space for people to explore their kinks with other consenting partners. Exploring one’s sexuality is an integral part of the human experience.I obviously know this, but how do I get this across to my innocent little virgin angel? Will she ever be able to trust that I’m nothing but completely devoted to her?
“Boss!” Jack flops into a chair, breaking my train of thought. “Are you staying long tonight? Your favorite twins are in the lounge, and they’re waiting for you. When I saw them, I madesure to tell them you were coming in so they wouldn’t wander off somewhere.”
Dammit, Jack. I’m about to go off on him when I remember that just a couple of weeks ago, that’s exactly the thing I would’ve wanted him to do. Jack and I have been like brothers since childhood. He’s seen and knows about every dark part of me, and not long ago, getting lost in a set of twins is how I would’ve preferred to spend my nights. He doesn’t know about Sloane. He doesn't know I’m getting married soon. More accurately, he doesn’t know that I saw the most beautiful woman in existence, went home and stalked her for seven hours, and determined that she’s going to be mine. So instead of whacking him over the head with my computer, I just respond, “Not tonight. Actually…not ever. I’ve met someone.”
“Oh shit! In all my years of knowing you, I’ve never seen you in a relationship.” His face goes from astonishment to pride. “I’m happy for you, brother. Truly! And let's be honest… that just means there’s more for me.”
I meet his grin with one of my own before he continues, “So tell me about the woman who’s stolen my best friend’s heart.”
I spend the better part of thirty minutes telling him everything appropriate that there is to tell about my girl, starting from the first time I saw her on my bike and ending with how I’m slowly renovating my house to meet her exact tastes. I leave out how I know what her tastes are and the fact that I’ve only known her for two weeks. Then we get into the details of the upcoming event we’re planning next weekend.
While we always stage events for our members, we also try to host a fun event at least every other month, open toeveryone, to attract new people. Next weekend, we’re hosting a Ladies' Night, offering full access to the front room of our club, including the bar and dance floor, as well as limited tours of the other floors. They can’t participate with anyone until they’ve officially joined and are properly vetted and tested. But they can see what they’re missing out on.
After ensuring everything is in order, we proof the flyers our marketing team has been working on and give them the all-clear to go out. It may seem too late to advertise, but we’ve found that if we send them out too far in advance, people tend to forget. I assure Jack I’ll be here for the big night and head out with one person on my mind.
When I get settled at home, I check to see when Sloane last opened her phone, and it was just a few minutes ago, so I know she’s still awake.
Me:
Angel?
Almost immediately, I hear a ding.
Angel:
Devil?
I look at the security cameras I had installed in her apartment and find her curled up in her pink chair, reading one of the books I sent to her.
Me:
What are you doing up so late?
Angel:
Reading one of the books you definitely didn’t have anything to do with
I can tell it's the one I picked out for her about the biker. Of course it is. I’m on the verge of proposing to her right now.
Me:
Tell me…what are you reading about?
Angel:
It’s about a biker…
Me:
Interesting. Do you have a thing for bikers?
Angel:
No? Yes? Maybe?
Angel:
I’ve never been on one, but I think I may want to. It looks so freeing.
