A light came on and I blinked in surprise. The room was decorated in rich red brocade hangings, but it was the assortment of whips and strange torture implements that caught my attention. Slowly, the truth dawned on me and I took a step back in horror.
S and M?
In Gaston’s club?
As I turned to get as far away from the place as possible, a man stepped out from the shadows.
‘Brad?” I said in surprise
“Yeah, sweetie, good ol’ Brad”, he said, sarcastically. He sounded ugly and I moved back in alarm. He was high and I could make out the sickly sweet smell of some drug.
He came closer, the hate in his voice making me recoil in alarm, ”You scheming b****. Gaston was going to make me a shareholder but then YOU”, slamming his fist down on the table he shouted,” YOU b****. You and your damned b*******. Now I stand to get nothing, nothing! And it’s because of you! ”he seethed.
Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed my hair, jerking me close, “Let’s see what your beloved lover thinks when he finds you here like this.’ he breathed.” We know how possessive he is about his toys…”
As I struggled in panic; the door flew open. One of Gaston’s security personnel entered and then, Gaston limped in, his glacial eyes lighting on us. My heart sank as I saw the deadly look he shot at me.