Night Calls - Nyx Slaughter Book 1 Read Online Free

assails my nose. It
always turns my stomach and tends to make me want to immediately
leave. With the amount of sweat and the temperature in the building
it feels humid and sweat humidity is really nasty. The scenes
before me are uninteresting. It must be Beginner’s Night at Sins.
Sebby, my personal nickname for Sebastian, doesn’t want to scare
away potential customers, so things tend to be tame at least one
night a week.
    The walls of the place are
different shades of red and pink with the overhead lighting casting
red shades throughout the room. The floor is black and white tile,
but other than that the pink and red theme carries through the
showroom. It kind of reminds you of someone eating a Valentine’s
Day cupcake and throwing it up on every available surface. There
are pink couches and pink comforter coated beds spaced around the
floor with red dividers interspersed giving couples or groups that
want a little privacy the illusion that it exists.
    If you cannot tell, it isn’t my
idea of cute decorating. I guess I shouldn’t really talk, though,
because I come in wearing a pink dress to only add to the vomit.
That is probably part of the reason I usually wear this color here.
If I want to disappear, I just have to go stand up against one of
the walls.
    I carefully make my way towards the
back of the building doing my best not to draw attention to myself.
It usually isn’t hard because people are either watching or a part
of one of the shows going on. Today is no different and I easily
make my way to his office. When I arrive I knock softly as a
courtesy. Sebastian already knows I am here.
    “Come in, lover,” I hear him say
softly and I open the door.
    The place hasn’t really changed
much since the first time I visited. In fact, other than a few
personal photos he has put on his desk, it is the exact same. Oddly
enough, the photos are of me and him, but none of the photos
actually show my face and some are in my disguises to give the
illusion they are of more than one girl.
    “You know I hate it when you call
me that,” I say taking a seat next to him on the sofa allowing him
to wrap his arms around my shoulders as he pulls me close and
smells my hair.
    “I know and it is because you don’t
think the term applies in our situation, but I beg to differ. So,
did you have any trouble with your target tonight?” he asks giving
me a quick kiss on the neck.
    “Does it smell that bad?” I ask
aware that I must have left over werewolf guts on my hands or
something from picking up my chains.
    “To someone without my acute sense
of smell probably not, but to me it is a little rancid. Do you want
to wash up first? Are you in a hurry to get back to the
Collective?” he asks.
    “A shower would be great if you
don’t mind waiting. I had no other plans for tonight, so I was
actually glad to see your text. Ryan has been acting weirder than
usual and I was hoping to spend most of my time out this evening,”
I say standing up and heading towards the secret panel leading to
his living quarters. “Can I trust you to stay out of the bathroom
like a good boy or do I need to lock the doors?”
    “I am always a good boy around you,
my love. Go clean up, then we can enjoy the night without having to
smell dead werewolf,” he says not moving from his spot.
    The plan sounds good to me, so I
quickly make my way to the bathroom grabbing a pair of black
workout clothes, which I leave over in case I want to change. I
shimmy out of the dress and chuck the wig off to the side and jump
in his very large and awe inspiring shower.
    After I wet my hair, I glance at my
options for shampoo. Sebastian loves different scents, so he has a
wide variety. I find a coconut pineapple variety that I don’t
remember seeing before and decide to go ahead and give it a try.
The bottle feels full. I am guessing it really is a newer
purchase.
    I soap up my body making sure to
get everything cleaned, especially under my nails where guts like
to