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What do I say? I’m sure as shit not showing this asshole the state of my dick right now, let alone admitting to him my predicament.

“I…I need to talk to him.”

“No talking to the visitors. It’s in the rules,” he drawls, tapping the sign behind him with his pen before looking back at some video of funny dog antics on his phone.

“I know that. I do, but is he still here? Did you see him leave? I just…need to know if he’s coming back to the room. We weren’t…finished.”

“Left you high and dry, did he?” He smirks, glancing down at my fly. I don’t know whether he can tell what I’m concealing or if he just looked because he’s a fucking pain in the ass who enjoys messing with me. “That’ll happen sometimes. Visitors’ choice. That’s one rule we don’t make.”

“No. He just…” Fuck. This is going to be either humiliating or a waste of my time. I already know it. “He…did something to me.”

Frowning, he looks up from his stupid video. “Did he break the rules?”

“What? No. No, he just…”

“If there were no club violations, there’s nothing I can do.”

I’m going to get nowhere with this guy. This is bullshit. How could that guy do this to me after…after we did…things?

“Look, I know you’ll probably say this is some club violation, but do me a favor. If you see him again, give him my card,” I tell him, yanking one out of my wallet and handing it to him.

He blinks at it without moving like the worthless, stubborn pile of meat he is. “Please,” I urge, thrusting it closer to him. “I’m not a stalker. I can’t call him unless he calls me this way, right?”

Narrowing his eyes at me, he asks, “What’s it worth to you?”

Un-fucking-real. So, the rules can be broken as long as you pay up. I see how it is.

I flip through my money and pull out three one-hundred-dollar bills. That should let him know I mean business.

His expression doesn’t even change, but he takes the money along with my card. I watch with bated breath as he tucks both into the pocket of his leather vest. And then…he fucking picks up his phone and starts watching his stupid dog videos again.

“Does that mean you’ll give it to him?”

A beat. And then a shrug. “Maybe.”

I have to bite my tongue to hold back all the expletives I want to call him. Stowing my wallet, I shove out the door into the parking lot before I lose my shit.

“Fuck!” I yell into the night.

A couple nearly slams into me, looking taken aback by my outburst. Shit. I didn’t even see them. Both blond, with no facial hair—the first thing that comes to mind is that neither of them ishim. All I know is that he has dark stubble. There’s no way I could identify him, even if he walked right past me.

Fuck him. I don’t need him to get this thing off me.

“Sorry. Excuse me,” I mumble and head to my car, walking like a cowboy that’s been in the saddle for too long.

How do people even wear these? It certainly can’t be for very long, and definitely won’t be so in my case. As soon as I get home, I’m getting myself free.

A fucking sex club. What in the ever-loving hell was I thinking?

CHAPTER 4

“I can’t fucking believe this.” I kill my car’s engine and glare across the parking lot at the black door that got me into this mess. I never should have set foot in this damn place.

It’s Tuesday night, and my junk isstilllocked up like Fort Knox. If I ever find that guy, I’m going to kick his ass. Then, when he recuperates, I’m going to kick it again.

Nothing has worked. I did a deep dive on the internet like any educated American, and I can tell you one thing—all the posts from people saying you can slide these fuckers off by yourself, haven’t had once cinched as tight around their nuts as this one. It’s a freaking thick-ass cable, coated in silicone. I know this because after I snipped through a section of the silicone, I discovered the industrial-looking cable beneath. Trying to snip at a thick ass cable pressed tight up against your most delicate areas is something I never want to attempt again. I didn’t nick myself, but it was obvious that would be the result.

I saw a video once of a woman who went to the ER when her finger swelled up. They had to cut her ring off with a grinding wheel. So, yeah, the fucking ER is out too.