Intimate Affairs [ON HOLD]

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"I was just looking for the restroom."

Valentine wasn't amused. "Has anyone ever told you that it's rude to lie?"

"I-I'm not. I was just-" Even I couldn't keep up with my own fib. The old restroom excuse didn't work. I mean, how could it when I was caught blatantly snooping through his belongings?

I honestly thought this would be easier.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?" He asked next, curious. He regarded me closely as if trying to pinpoint who I really was or why I'd come here.

I tried not to give off any sign that I was sent here by Luc because who knows what trouble he was in. Valentine looked like someone to fear, essentially now as he stared at me with such hostility that the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.

"Please . . ." I gapped at him with pleading eyes, hoping he'd understand that my being here wasn't a choice.

Snapping his fingers, two men marched into the office and clasped each of my arms before lugging me into the hall. I tried to resist, but one of the men yanked me forward and caused me to lose my purse. Valentine bent down to retrieve it.

"Wait, where are you taking me?" I asked when I realized that we kept moving. My legs dragged on the floor as Valentine led us to a false wall in the back of the floor. It could've easily been overlooked if it hadn't been for then black lines shaped like a rectangle around the area that'd opened.

Behind the door was a flight of stairs.

We'd travelled below the club and into what appeared to be a basement where was a lot of stock still in the boxes and cleaning supplies as well as toiletries for the restrooms.

The men descended down the stairs slow enough to finally let me walk on my own feet. I tried to keep my equilibrium in check, but with the secluded ness of our location, I couldn't contain my nerves. Heart racing and pulse jumping throughout my body, I'd considered just begging right then and there for my life should this be the end.

What the hell did Luc get himself into? And why did he have to drag me into it? "Please, I swear to you, I don't know anything."

No one acknowledged my confession as we kept walking. Until we stopped in a significant spot in the basement, everyone remained silent up to that point. In the corner and surrounded my walls of alcohol that was yet to be served, I immediately identified the rustic shambles of a pair of hand cuffs.

I suddenly had a feeling that I was going to need a few glassfuls of their strongest alcohol known to man to get through this.

"Strip her down." Valentine watched in silence as his henchmen undressed me until only my bra and panties remained.

These men took their time and tried to make a show of it, their hands lingered a little too long around my private areas and I hadn't missed the opportunities they took to stroke my skin.

The pale man with red eyes held on to my shoulders while his colleague locked cold, heavy cuffs around my ankles.

Then they switched positions so that the other could secure my wrists but those cuffs were connected to chains that hung from the ceiling.

Once they guaranteed that I wasn't moving, Valentine pressed a button on a control panel hanging from one of the columns that turned the button green. Automatically, the chains began to rise, taking my body off the floor with it.

"Who are you?" Valentine asked. He walked in a slow circle around me with his hands folded behind his back.

"Jane-"