Areston thinks he can shield me from his past, but what he doesn't realize is I'm already part of it.
The darkness that haunts him? It's the same one that's been chasing me for years.
I've given him everything-my body, my heart, my soul-and still...
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Claire's Whorehouse iMessage Group
Participants: Selene, Claire, and Juliette
Claire: Do you want to join me at The Bacchanal Club sometime next week, pumpkin?
Claire: We're one of the top 0.01% in the world to have been awarded the rare membership. Might as well abuse it.
Juliette: Do you want me to throw up like I did last time when you dragged me to that sex dungeon in London and made me watch that dom-sub show?
Claire: That was hardcore stuff. Real life porn. This would be tasteful. Luxurious Arty...
Juliette: My experience last time wasn't good... shuddering.
Selene: Not that I support chauvinism, but Areston will eat her alive. #truefeministschoosetheirbattleswell
Juliette: What she said.
Claire: You're not even a feminist, pumpkin. Rothschild women are opportunists and it's time you use this opportunity to see how the other halves live. Unlike last time.
Juliette: I care about how I live and I don't think I'd be living well if my husband finds out.
Claire. Don't be a bore. Whores before bros. He doesn't have to know, prude. I am not asking you to have sex there. Just come and watch. Give me company before I sign up for some kink.
Juliette: Do you know him at all?
Selene: Why are you not inviting me?
Claire: Pregnant ladies are not allowed. Club's rulebook says so.
Selene: Gag.
Claire: Pumpkin?
Juliette: I don't know if I'd be able to digest an environment like that.
Claire: You wouldn't know until you've seen it. C'mon, prude. Join me?
Juliette: Ew. We will discuss this later. GTG. My next appointment is here. Bye.
Claire: Better not be a dick appointment you're abandoning me for.
Juliette: That's later in the evening! <evil emoji>
I am in the Maybach with Oliver in the driver's seat and Mackenzie beside him outside Ralph's Coffee on 888 Madison, waiting for one of her team members to fetch me an Americano. It's a beautiful summer evening. New Yorkers are relishing the cool atmosphere following a heavy downpour that lasted two hours. There's something about this city that never makes me feel like I've realized it enough. Every time I am admiring it, it's just like I am a tourist visiting the city instead of being a New Yorker having lived here most of my life. The city always has a new perspective to give. A new sense of relaxation. The energy is always just as beautiful and electric as always, and it sucks you in its vortex. Just like my husband is and does.
