Kink Club owner, Zachary Coles would openly tell you commitment and monogamy are for fools and hedonism was the only game he subscribed too.
That was until he agreed to help out his long-time friend, Max Jenson and offer his son, Ellis a summer job...
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☼ Sasha ☼
Something was...off. Didn't feel right.
And I wasn't talking about the jagged hole in my chest where my heart used to be.
No, this was something else and it had started halfway across the Atlantic. I'd miraculously snagged a few hours of shut-eye on the plane, courtesy of a valium and a glass of wine—yeah, I know, not exactly the textbook combo. Mixing alcohol and drugs was probably on my therapist's list of big no-no's, but hey, after Ellis walked away with half my heart and Zack passed me off to another guy, shredding the rest of it like it was an inconvenience, trust me, I needed something to drown out the chaos and emptiness.
But the second I'd stepped off the plane the off feeling doubled, no, tripled and it didn't get any better as I breezed through the doors of one of the office buildings that kept Daddy's business running smoothly.
And as much as I wanted to cry and scream and possibly devour a whole tub of Ben and Jerry's Choco-lotta Cheescake to numb the cruelty and torment of my life. Deep down, it was good to be back in the US, because I loved my father. I'd missed him. After all, at heart, I was undeniably a daddy's girl.
I just had to ensure he didn't pick up on my misery or the gaping hole in my chest because I was sure he would rip out Zack's heart to even the score. And as much as I hated Zack right now. I didn't want him and Daddy falling out, or having blood on my hands because blood and Ice-cream didn't mix well.
So, I got this and plastering on a fake-ass smile, I pushed my shoulders back, keeping a firm grip on the Caramel-brulee latte in my hand which was a close second to B&J's.
I would get through this—over this. Time was my best friend here, and it had only been a handful of hours.
Immediately, I blinked back tears of confusion, hurt, and most of all, rage.
Why? Why do that?
And why the hell did I want to flip around and get right back on a plane and force him to explain it to me?
Even more worrying was the fact that I still wanted him.
What an idiot.
However, I was many, many things—young, submissive, a little obsessive—but the one thing I'd never been, not even as a smitten teenage girl, was foolish. And I had no interest in chasing heartbreak with humiliation.
Oh shit. Pressure began to build behind my eyes, thankfully, before I could get all teary eyed my cell phone kicked off again. It was tucked securely in the bag anchored on my shoulder, and it had been steadily buzzing since I asked my daddy's driver to stop so I could get out and purchase my latte.
I relaxed when it stopped... but then it started buzzing again. It had to be daddy and maybe it couldn't wait.
But still, unwilling to risk my drink—or the Gucci double-breasted blazer I'd chosen to complete today's wardrobe—I put as much speed in my stride as I could in heeled boots, making my way up to Daddy's office. "Hold the elevator," a tiny woman with a pixie haircut turned around, eyed me up and down and nodded. "Thank you."
