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enter, I scan the room to make sure no one I know is here. Like I said, I don’t want to hang out or be friends with anyone. I just want a drink.
    Becca catches my eye sitting across the room and frustration seeps through my veins. I can see that she’s sitting with someone but thankfully my view is blocked to see who, so I quickly turn to walk out.
    I don’t want to see this woman she’s trying to bring into my club. Figures, that she would bring her here. I swear sometimes she just likes messing with me for fun. If she knew exactly why I didn’t want to see this, or any woman I’m going to be fucking, she would understand but I don’t share my past with anyone.
    That’s why it’s called the past. It’s over. Not a damn thing you can do about it but try to forget.
    Just as I get to the door a buddy of mine walks in, obviously celebrating something.
    “Hey, Preston! My man. So glad you’re here,” he reaches up, giving me a high five.
    “Kevin, sorry, I was actually just heading out.”
    I met Kevin at another club and we got to talking about the house he just bought and him needing a contractor. I never thought a sex club would bring me business but I’m happy to say we just finished his job and it’s an amazing new place for him to start his new life. Alone. If only he knew exactly what that actually means.
    He seemed like a cool guy so I invited him to be a member of my club, making him and Becca the only two members who know my real identity.
    “No way, shots are on me tonight! I just got word that my divorce is finally final and I’m ready to get fucked up and go to my new home with a pretty little thing so I can pretend that part of my life never happened.”
    “Well, congrats, I think, but sorry, I’ve got to go.”
    “Oh no, did you hear me? The bitch is finally out of my life, for good.” He puts his arm around my neck, dragging me back to the bar. “We’re getting fucked up tonight and you’re the perfect wing man.”
    I don’t bother fighting this losing battle as he walks me toward the bar that stands like a big square in the middle of the room. He walks to an open area with two seats and that’s when I see her, only from the side but that’s already too much.
    I’m trying to listen to my friend go on and on about his divorce and how much he hated his ex-wife but my line of vision is straight on them and my eyes keep drifting to her, no matter how hard I try not to.
    Becca wasn’t lying. She really did work her magic. I have no clue what this woman looked like before but I know now that she is absolutely gorgeous.
    She seems to be having a good time with Becca. Her shoulders are relaxed, she doesn’t appear to have any nervous telltale signs and she’s laughing at everything her and Becca are discussing.
    An hour in and six shots later, I’m in a playful mood and my worries of seeing or meeting her seems to melt away. A light and free feeling fills my body for the first time in awhile. Maybe that’s all I needed… a lot of alcohol to calm my nerves and forget my troubles.
    I feel like fucking with Becca so I walk over, pretending I don’t know her.
    “Hello ladies. How are we doing tonight?” I say in a flirtatious, drunk tone.
    Becca looks up to say something but I wink at her while reaching out my hand saying, “I’m Preston, and you are?”
    She smirks, catching on to my game, “Well, hello to you. I’m Becca and this is my friend Kamii.”
    I turn to face her more and I stop in my tracks when she looks up from her drink and gives me a shy smile. I knew she was pretty but those eyes about do me in.
    Oh, this is a bad idea. What the hell am I doing?
    Instantly, I sober up and remember why I’m having the mask rule. Her eyes, they pierce right into my soul and I feel my cock twitch in response. I’m staring at her like an idiot when she finally says hello, reaching out her hand to shake mine.
     

    W ow. This guy is hot! He’s tall with broad shoulders and a dark