Damien's pov:
Out of my office, the first thing I head is Natalie with her violin. She's one of the only performers I won't fuck. Not that she isnt attractive but she's been here longer than me and i respect her. She brought me into this lifestyle and thankfully, she doesn't question me on my personal life.
Sat at the table is a woman who seems fixated on the performance. I've not seen her here before so why not head over and introduce myself. Heading closer, the dark figure of the woman comes into focus, a mirage slowly giving way to reality.
As if in some sick twist of fate, she's here. How? How did she get in? She can't be here. I didn't know it was her until I was a mere meter away. I can't just back away now, she must have noticed me. Her scent is intoxicating, her body alluring. She can not be here.
I need to deal with this NOW!
Grabbing her elbow, I yank her out of the chair and down the hall to my office, before she has chance to argue. With a thud, the door is slammed behind us, locking her in until I decide she's free.
//AUTHORS NOTE: short chapter I know but just wait, its about to get ✨spicy✨