Not safe for the Heart

♥️Chapter 9♥️

Another update! Who would have thought 🥰🥰🥰

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Seth's POV

Seven years ago

Every Saturday for three months, Seth attended the secret society bar, which was created by the elites for the sole purpose of sexual liberation. A place which was not open to the public and only those with a special invitation could enter. Angel who was one of the founders was able to invite Seth who attended weekly, to find investors for his new company. There were plenty of elites who had plenty of money, and always looked for the next thing to spend it on.

Although the concept of the new company implementing BDSM contacts between co workers was only a comment Seth mentioned in passing, Angel was intrigued with the idea and just ran with it. For many people in this very room, it was a dream come true. One whole role play, which involved the merge of two lifestyles. Those in corporations and those involved in BDSM.

This was when Angel had introduced Harlan, a cohort from his university days. Angel was the kind of person who could convince you with one conversation but Seth's business proposals did not go to waste. And within a single month, there were already five signatures to merge the companies into one corporation under Seth as Chairman. Harlan as vice chairman and Angel as business partner and cover for the front desk.
Gabriel shortly joined after hearing the rumours of a promised paradise. And suddenly, a joke mentioned in passing, became the core of Seon corporations.

But other than business ventures, Seth was also looking forward to these Saturday events for another reason. After the business talks concluded, Seth made his way to the back of the main function room where the familiar bartender was stationed at. But instead of being behind the bar, he was sat on one of the stools, as a guest with a black mask, yet the white kitten ears were still on him.

Seth wondered a thousand times what he could look like under the mask he was wearing.

"Why are you always with kitten ears?" Seth asked him.

"The usuals?" Another bartender asked, pouring him whiskey and adding a single cube of ice.

"Everyone wants the more exotic head pieces and I don't really mind." The stranger said.

"I thought you don't participate in these events?" Seth frowned. He didn't particularly like the idea of it, even though he had no right to intervene in the guy's business.

"It's my last night here." The guy said. "I've saved enough to travel the world, I guess I'm ready to leave this place. Well unless someone gives me a reason to stay." He smiles and puts a hand over Seth's, tracing shapes on his skin.

"Can I take you out? I want to see you again." Seth said honestly.

"If tonight goes well. I'll give you my name." He laughed.

"What do you mean by that?" Seth asked.

"I'm growing to like you. I want you. A colleague is returning a favour, so I was able to borrow this mask. Doesn't that mean we can use one of the rooms ourselves." He smiled. His voice was like a siren song, coming from the depths of the sea and Seth was unconsciously already ensnared by him.

Seth didn't hesitate. Although sex had never really interested him before. No, it was shallow relationships which never interested him. This was different, he felt a connection that could no longer be denied. He followed and though his actions his heart was never his own again.

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