Inheritance

Chapter 51

As he led us deeper into the territory of the underground club, the disinhibited behaviors of the surrounding people began to grow even rowdier. Appearing to notice this, Kendall placed his arm over my shoulder and tucked me into his chest, baring claim to me among the wandering eyes of any nearby strangers. There was never a time more appropriate than now that I was secretly grateful for his overprotectiveness.

When we eventually reached a set of VIP lounge tables, I recognized it as the area where I'd originally spotted Kendall and the rest of the men commingling with the two female strippers. As we approached the section, a bouncer unclipped a formal velvet rope blocking our way so that we could enter through.

"Sasha! What are you doing down here? Where's Coco?" Ahmad asked, just as we began walking towards the table he was seated at. His eyes panned around excitedly to see if Coco was anywhere in the vicinity.

"Hey Ahmad! Sorry, Coco's still with the girls." I affirmed, glancing up at Kendall who nodded his head and placed his hand around my waist.

"Aww...okay. What's up, dude?" Ahmad questioned disappointedly, now staring at Kendall who'd been silently observing our interaction. And, by silently observing, I actually meant slowly undressing me with his eyes while I tried to ignore his flagrant stares.

"Sasha and I are going to head to one of the rooms in the back." Kendall stated with finality, briefly flaring his gaze towards Ahmad before fully recommitting himself to studying me again.

Rooms in the back? Surely he didn't plan to...

My cheeks immediately reddened at the hidden message behind his words. Ahmad also seemed surprised, once he fully realized what the coded statement meant. It was no secret that I was a square. And I'm sure hearing that I was about to do who knows what with Kendall in one of the back rooms was a shock in itself to Ahmad. Shoot, even to me.

"Oh wow, yeah. Sure thing, I'll um—let the boys know." Ahmad nodded, still trying to mask his shock but failing epically.

Though Kendall's forwardness was a bit irritating, my current aroused adrenaline trumped any embarrassment I felt at the moment. This notion was confirmed when Kendall shook Ahmad's hand, then whisked me away in the opposite direction without an ounce of objection on my end.

We walked in an anticipated silence, while my chest began to feel heavy from the nerves I'd been trying so stubbornly to mask. When we finally reached the back of the venue, Kendall led me towards a hallway full of closed doors. He used his free hand to knock on each door—one at a time, but most of the rooms had already been occupied, causing his annoyance to slowly pique.

It took us a few additional minutes before we were finally met with silence on the opposite side of a door conveniently located at the end of the hall. The handle had a green unoccupied symbol mounted on it, which was proof enough for Kendall to turn it. And sure enough, once we fully stepped inside, he quickly confirmed that the room was indeed empty. 

I didn't know what I had been expecting to see, but it's safe to say that the resulting space far proceeded my expectations. The interior of the vacant quarters was at first glance pleasant to the eye, with a large bed stationed along the far back wall, a thick silver pole in the middle of the floor, a fluffy white couch, and a ceiling mirror spanning every corner of the room.

The sunken realization that Kendall and I were now alone caused all the confidence I'd so foolishly surmounted previously to extract from my body at the worst time possible. It was replaced by an even more electrifying fear that began to collect throughout my body, as I tried to anticipate what Kendall intended to do next. Diverting my attention away from the estranged scenery of the room, my eyes immediately found his. But, he simply stayed quiet while steadily removing his jacket and pulling off his shirt.