Heart of Pains

Chapter Twenty-three

Hannah:

"Good for you, we're here, " Owen said.

I looked around to take a good look at my club. It was looking busy as usual. I then turned to Owen, who was looking around the club as well.

"Look at me, Owen," I said with command in my voice, and he obeyed. "What's going on with you? Is it about that new girl?"

"Nope, I don't want your husband to hurt you. I'm just worried about you, Hannah," he said lowly. I almost missed what he said.

"Don't worry, Owen. A little hurt won't bring me down. I'm bigger than that. I don't love him yet. Besides, the world is full of hurt, and you can't protect me from all of them. Believe me when I say I don't even need you to protect me. I'm bigger than that. I just need you to always be there as my best friend, someone I can always lean on and cry on their shoulder, someone who will keep sticking up for me, and we are good."

"Hannah, give yourself a chance for love if you ever got one. Don't worry. I always got your back," he said with a pat on my shoulder before stepping out of his car.

He came around to my side and opened the door for me. I might be a woman of independence and riches, but when a gentleman thinks it's right to open the door for a lady, I let him have his way. I stepped out of the car with an air of confidence, power, and authority. Even though I'm a sinner, he has given me a second chance. I walked hand in hand with Owen. The line is long as usual, which means business is moving.

"Good, but someone's stealing from me, and I'd like to meet them. Get ready to look for a disguise," I said. He nodded in understanding.

"Wait, your ticket or you join the line?" said the bouncer. I guess he's new here. I don't blame him because he's just doing his job. Owen pulled out his phone to call the manager.

"Richard, get down here immediately and let us in," he commanded. Within thirty minutes, someone was already out, I don't know how.

"Hello ma'am, sir, welcome. I'm so sorry; he's new here. Come inside," he said fearfully while ushering us in. We stepped inside.

"Everything is ready in the dark room, and so is your newbie who is ready to take care of you," he said.

"Got it," I said and went to the elevator and pressed it. It took me to the underground. It stopped, and the door opened. Even down here, business is moving. I watched the stage and saw a woman who had a rope tied around her body as the male dominant did his thing. I left the scene immediately and moved toward my room, which was designed just for me. I entered inside and saw a male that was on his knees.

"How long have you been waiting?" I asked quietly.

"Not too long, mistress," he said gruffly and respectfully.

I went over and pulled his head to the back to take a good look at him, but he was wearing a mask that covers every part of his face. I guess he does not want to reveal his face, but since I call the damn shots, I pulled off the mask and gasped in shock. It was Damien.

"WTF," I spluttered in shock. When he recognized me, he pretended to be shocked as well.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he also said, trying to act very shocked, but I immediately saw through it.

"Get dressed," I commanded calmly and moved outside.

"You know you can pretend I'm someone else and still dominate me, or you just go ahead and do your damn thing," he said while looking for his clothes.

"I only pretend it's someone else in a movie. Now we're not acting, what's the point? What are you doing here, though?" I answered, and he avoided eye contact.

 "This place is exclusive, Damien. I can also tell you are avoiding the truth, which means you listened in on my conversation with Owen. That is so low of you. Get dressed and meet me upstairs. I hope you know your way out." I walked out without a backward glance.