Devotion (3) ✔

10 - Mariana

When evening rolled around, he informed me that we were going to his club. It was the one where he had the main office. I'd never been there and I was surprised he was asking me to dress up to go out with him but when he told me the real reason behind, my spine turned to steel. I got dressed in black ripped jeans, black boots, classic Chanel bag and a black crisscross strappy satin blouse that showed of my cleavage.

Running the straightening brush through my hair, I tried to bring some shape into my long mass of dark hair. We were going to the club but we weren't going there to party. I decided to grab my makeup bag and get into the Rolls Royce Phantom next to Tiago. I just used my finger to blend my touche eclat concealer and then just put on some mascara and lip gloss.

Getting out, I threw my hair to one side and shook it at the roots to give it some volume.

"You look so fucking beautiful." He whispered it in my ear making me smile. With heels, I was only 3 or 4 inches shorter than him. He introduced me to his bouncer before we entered. A couple of people cursed and shouted how unfair that was. The bouncer told one of his men to pull them out and tell them to get lost. Once we were inside he introduced me to the host and manager. The music was loud, people were enjoying themselves and the light side wasn't so start that it hurt your eye in the dark.

I liked that. It felt soft against the stark music. There were two seating areas. Private ones on the right, just raised up from main ground in the middle. They were for private parities where as the ones on the left were buy ins. Whoever can afford it, buys a table for an hour and heads up there. The ground was made of thick textured glass that was fully lit up in different colours. This place had a classy to fun feel to it.

We quickly headed up the stairs of the private sector and followed the silver railings down the length until we passed the D.J. down on the floor. I didn't know why we were walking into a wall when I realised that to the right, there were two bouncers who were guarding a brown door labelled staff.

He once again introduced me to his main guy there then ducked inside. There were two large decorated corridors one that went straight and one that went left. We turned left.

"This is my office. I'll show you the poker room in a bit, then I'll take you to your surprise." He explained when he pushed the wall next to the door and a secret pad popped up where he punched a code in.

"I'll write down the code for you." He opened the door for and welcomed me into his sanctuary.

"Nah!" I doubt I'll be here often.

"I hope not." He took me over to the bar and asked me for what drink I wanted. He opened the little menu book that gave the lists and how to make it.

"Can I do it?" I asked.

"Of course, go for it." He watched me make the drink while he drank his scotch on the rocks.

"What do you mean by I hope not." I just realised.

"I mean, I've imagined fucking you over that desk since I left you at home and came here. All I could think about was you and look at me, I'm totally breaking the no girls allowed up here rule." He feigned disappointment.

"You say the most romantic things ever." I has being half sarcastic. He was right, it would be fun to fuck in here. The dark dungeon type office was something I really liked. I couldn't help but marvel at the fact that I was the first girl up here. It made me feel special.

We sat behind his desk, him on the chair and me on his lap. He showed me all the different clubs he had on his Mac. He had 16 clubs, including strip clubs. They were all scattered over the country. Las Vegas, Atlantic City, New Orleans, New York, L.A. Atlanta, Hawaii and many others that.