Rhythmic music thumps in the background, low enough not to drown our voices. Soft lights bathe the room in a luminous sheen, casting a seductive glow against bare feminine skin. A long slab of white-veined marble stretches wall-to-wall in the back. Four bartenders mix, pour and serve your poison of choice. Several high round tables surrounded by small groupings and conversation nooks are dispersed around the room to elicit foreplay. This is where connections are made.
“Stop worrying. Remember, you’re okay with my leftovers,” I joke.
“Fucker.”
We both laugh.
“Do you want another drink?” he asks raising his empty tumbler.
“No, I’m good. Thanks.”
“I’m going for another tequila on the rocks. I’ll be back.”
“All right.”
Aaron strides across the richly appointed lounge, evaluating every woman on his way to the bar. Since he keeps walking, I can only assume he’s still looking.
The place is starting to fill up. Women are clad in appropriate club wear—tight dresses that barely cover anything. My eyes bounce around the room, hoping they’ll land on a tempting distraction––a cute little thing sure to stir my interest and my cock. The beauties abound, but from my less than excited cock, you’d never know.
Great. My best friend is cock-blocking me.
A few long minutes go by and there’s still no sign of Aaron.
I pull my phone out and text Dom.
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How’s it going? Breaking hearts?
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I stand there like an idiot with my phone in my hand staring at it, willing her to respond.
No answer.
Fuck.
With a huff of frustration, I tuck my phone back into the inner pocket of my suit jacket.
Small fingers tap my back.
I turn around to find curvy redheaded twins staring up at me.
“Hi,” they say in unison before flashing me an inviting smile.
“Hi,” I smile back.
“I’m Julka.”
“And I’m Violina.”
“Ladies,” I nod. “I’m Rebel.”
Dark Compulsion is a place where real identities are undisclosed. Privacy is key here. Translation, everyone’s lips are sealed. Random names are assigned to each member when they join. It's uncanny how mine fits.
“Gorgeous and dangerous Rebel,” Violina says, and licks her bottom lip.
I simply smile.
