Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
“She said she had to run to the bathroom to change her panties because he had her wet like an open umbrella. I never laughed so hard in my life.”
I roll right over her crazy talk. “Chloe, I’ve never heard of Club Dream. Whoa, this is a little too much for me.”
“Girl, this is a good thing. He just wants to meet you and thank you. How bad can this be? I say you go and say thank you. I don’t know what you did, but whatever it was, it was good,” she replies, with bright, almost pleading eyes.
All of a sudden, I’m so nervous and my stomach is in knots. I have no idea why. I rush to check my makeup and make sure my hair looks right.
As of a few months ago, I’ve been rocking a short lace front. I wanted to try out the short little bob before committing. Especially when it comes to the color, it’s jet black with the tips dyed blue. I’ve been in an adventurous mood lately.
“Oh, my God, Chloe. The myth really wants to meet us?” I gush when I return to the living room.
“I know, right. I need to see if everything I’ve heard is all hype.” She wiggles her brows.
I shake my head in wonder. “Are we overdressed for this club or underdressed?”
“Relax, you look great. That dress fits you like a glove, but I do have a question. How did you fit all that ass into that little black dress? You might give this man a heart attack,” she teases.
“Stop it,” I pout. “See, now I want to change or not even go at all.”
“No, you’re going. You need to go out and socialize with the opposite sex. You might have some juicy stuff to add to that sex blog you’ve been working on. I never knew there were so many horny women sitting around reading about cocks getting sucked.
“Who would have thought you would make way more money writing a sex blog? I tell you this, if I don’t get my raise, I’ll be right next to you writing…as his cock grew in my hand, I knew it was time to plunge his man meat into my wet, hot mouth.”
“Oh, shit, Chloe, that was good. Can I use that?” I chuckle.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me.” Her mouth pops open in disbelief.
“I’m not kidding, but I’d tweak it a bit and can you please stop calling it a sex blog? It’s erotic tales and short stories, it’s not just hard-core sex,” I sigh.
“Whatever, sex is sex. I don’t care if you try to repackage it.” She waves me off. “Let’s get ready to go. I need a drink before we get there.”
This is classic Chloe. She’s always ready for a new adventure. I don’t even know why I bother. She’s always going to be Chloe, straight, no chaser. Someone has to reel this all in.
“What…a drink? No way, we don’t even know where we’re going. We need to be sober. Let me read these instructions and directions. Why would we need instructions to get into a club?”
“It’s a secret club. Invite only, we might need a password or something,” she says, with way too much excitement for me.
I shake my head, but give in. I know how annoying Chloe can get when she wants to have things go her way. From the look in her eyes, I know she’s been looking forward to this.
“Okay, let’s get going. This should be a very interesting night,” I mumble the last part to myself.
Chapter 4
The Meet
Sidney
While driving to the club, I have all types of thoughts running through my mind. At this moment in my life, I don’t trust anyone connected to Steinway & Schwartz. Should I even be going to talk to this man?
What does he really want? I hope he’s not trying to get me back into hedging. Nope, I’m not doing it. I’m on my way to being in such a good space in my life. I don’t need any distractions.
When we make it to the front door of the club, we follow the instructions sent. I knock three times on the inconspicuous black door. Waiting, I bite down on my lip nervously.
When the bouncer opens the door, I take a step back, bumping into Chloe. She wraps her arms around my waist as we both have to tip our heads back to look up at the bouncer. He’s a big motherfucker.
I roam my gaze over him and start to have second thoughts about going into this place. The hell. My curiosity has burned out. I turn to leave, but that damn Chloe opens her big fat mouth.
“Roman gods roam the streets. Submission is required to have them revealed.”
I come out of my shock and step on her foot, but I’m too late.