Nyssa
I coughed as the strong smell of tobacco wafted through my nostrils as I entered the Red Club.
The placed reeked of alcohol, cigarettes and different perfumes.
I found myself a spot at the VIP lounge and I ordered the house special, a drink they call Sunset vigor.
I gulped down the drink as Louis's voice echoed in my head. "You're a loser!"
It's been two months since Zoya's demise, yet I hear his voice in my head every single day.
"You suck at everything. You can't cook. You can't f*ck. You couldn't even take care of your own daughter. Yet you blame others."
I still wonder why those words seemed stuck in the passage of my mind. They won't budge no matter how hard I try to shake it off.
Was Louis right?
Do I really suck at everything?
Was I a bad mother to my baby?
For some reason I needed to prove to myself that what he said wasn't true. At least for my daughter.
If I could prove that I'm a good cook and I was also good in the art of sex, then something in me would be assured that all Louis said were lies and I had been a good mother to my daughter.
If I'm good at cooking and fucking, then I'm definitely a terrific mother.
I watched the strippers in the club dance round the pole. Men circled them up, tapping their butts as they danced.
The Red Club was a famous club in the Crescent region. Known to only host dignified wolves and other important supernatural beings.
It is a place for people of high status.
I have heard rumors that high Alphas and other dignitaries visit the place for fun and relaxation, Alas, I was there for neither .
I was there looking for proof.
Proof that I was still a woman. Proof that I wasn't as useless as Louis claimed.
The male escorts paraded themselves, showing off their big d*cks and sexy body. I was approached by few of them, but I shooed them off like flies.
Their eyes looked like they were high on something and their mouth oozed with smell of alcohol. They looked like they were thirsty for sex.
However, they didn't seem right for the task I was here for.
My eyes caught a man sitting at the far end of the bar on a corner hidden from the bar lights. His silver grey hair caught the light and it glinted.
Even from a distance, his aura radiated elegance and authority.
An escort with charisma.... interesting.
He was wearing a sleeveless shirt that reflected his muscles and hugged his body like he was born with it.
On his table were several empty bottles of champagne and other drinks I couldn't name, yet he didn't seem drunk.
For some reason, I found him perfect for the job.
I walked up to him and grabbed his shirt from the shoulder. "You will serve me tonight."
"What?" He raised his head and his brow furrowed. His Green eyes looked like they could see right through my soul.
"100$" I proposed as I noticed the frown on his face. If he was sitting in the VIP section he must be an escort set aside for dignitaries.
"Excuse me?" He picked his drink and took another quick sip.
"200$" I added quickly, grabbing onto his arm now.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he chuckled.
"Don't you?" I sat on his lap, rubbing my ass against him.
"What...." He set out to protest, but immediately bit back his protests as a certain part of his body decided to elongate.
"500$ and I will have you screaming my name."
I don't know if it was the alcohol speaking or if it was my determination. I was determined to have the man I pick scream my name so loud that Louis would hear him and realize that he had been wrong about me being useless.
"Do you know what you're getting into, girl?" His thick baritone made me even more determined.
"Are you up for it?" I winked, pulling slightly at his small beards. "Or will you cower away like a little man?"
He raised his brow seemingly amused by what I said. "Don't blame me later....and remember your safe word is....Lorac."
Lorac? What does that even mean?
"Who needs a safe word when all I want is to melt away....."
I didn't get to complete the rest of the words as he picked me up and whisked me off, through some dark corridors and within a twinkle of an eye, I was on the bed in a luxurious room.
"Where are we?" I demanded, still wondering how we landed here from the club.
"A place we won't be disturbed," his thick baritone replied.
"Did we leave the Red Club?" The place didn't look like an hotel room, it looked like a home to a king.
"No," he was out of his clothes in no time. "We're just six feet underneath."
That didn't sound right. But I didn't care, I just needed my proof and this was it.....
Without hesitation, I squatted and took in his hard d*ck and did a little mouth work, he hissed and grabbed my hair as he moved his hip, and just when he was getting comfy, I pushed him to the bed, and like a feather, he fell on the bed.
I didn't know what happened afterwards, but when I opened my eyes again, I was naked and exhausted.
My body ached all over.
I took in my environment and I realized that the place was far too luxurious to be afforded by an escort.
Well... except for an expensive escort.
The bed was soft and large. Surrounded by high quality and expensive decor. The room looked like it had received a golden touch. Everything looked like it had been dipped in gold.
The Chandelier displayed dim golden lights, the walls seemed to have been made of glass, it reflected the golden touch of the room, almost blinding me with its glitter.
I got out of bed and immediately picked my dress. I dropped the $500 cash as agreed and hurried towards the door.
I was about to open the door when I heard that newly familiar baritone as he said, "Leaving already, Mea Domina?"