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“Big deal,” I say flatly.

“You should ask Silas if you can view the footage. She didn’t just watch,” he says dryly.

Immediately, I start seeing red. Rage fills my veins. I hang up the phone and storm down to my car. I need to see what she did without me, and who she did it for. If she wants to play games— I’ll win. I fucking own her, and I’ll make sure she remembers who the fuck she belongs to.

* * *

I approach the surveillance room in Club Muse. Silas is waiting for me in the leather office chair, looking at the monitors.

“I found the footage from the moment she walked upstairs, up to the moment she met up with Astra.”

He stands and lets me take a seat. I move the cursor to select play on the screen displaying Evelyn. I’m not wasting any fucking time.

She walks confidently up the stairs, she knew what she was doing. I watch her walk through the lounge and head toward the doors, but she doesn’t enter the door I think she’s going to. Instead, she walks by all of the doors, reading the plaques.

My fingers drum against my thigh as I continue to watch the footage.

A man walks up behind her as she is looking at The Sin Suite. I swearto god, I’ll fucking kill him.

They exchange a few words, and he walks her back towards the Voyeur room, but they don’t enter. He is walking her around like… like he’s giving her a tour. WHAT THE FUCK. Did she forget the fucking warning I gave her? My jaw clenches, feeling like it will shatter at any moment.

“Is there any way to get audio?”.

“No, we don’t record the conversations, just actions—”

“Of course you don’t,” I cut him off.

I continue watching as my blood is now lava in my veins, scorching me from the inside out. I narrow in on the man.

He takes her hand and escorts her into the Voyeur room. He’s a dead man.

I switch to the other monitor to view the footage inside the Voyeur room. I see Evelyn whisper to the man. I have a clear view of the platform and the seats on one half of the room. The other side is too dark to see from this angle.

“Do you have a second camera in this room?” I ask dryly.

“We do, but the camera has been down for about a week; it should be restored by the end of the week.”

Figures. I watch her walk up to the platform, and what she does next has me stiffening in my chair. The room has a handful of people, but she doesn’t know that. The lights on the platform are so bright, you can’t see anyone when you’re up there. She drops her dress to the floor, and there she stands—so pure, so intoxicating, so MINE.

More people fill the room— too many to count.

She looks so confident and graceful. It’s like she’s done this a million times. I watch her as she moves and pleasures herself in the room. You can see men and women in the audience shifting in their seats. They want her. They all want her. I can only imagine the groans coming from some of their mouths when she sucks her fingers clean.

Ifeel my cock stiffen as I watch her continue. My rage simmers beneath my calm exterior.

She brings herself to climax and rises to drink her Champagne. The room starts to clear. I watch her pick up a robe and a note card. She puts the robe on and walks toward the darker area of the room. Just as she disappears into the darkness, the man from the hallway approaches, also vanishing from view.

I watch as he leaves the room the way he came, but my little princess stayed in the darkness. She went into the members-only lounge.

I stand up from my chair and nod to Silas.

“See everything you needed?”

“Yes. Delete the room footage.”

“I have to keep reco—”

“Delete it,” I throw the chair into the wall across the room, “or I’ll kill you.” I step into him. Seething with rage.