Page 43 of Doxed

“Slight change of plans,” Miles says, barging into my room in our hotel suite.

“I thought you learned how to knock?” I snap, wrapping my towel tighter around myself.

Miles waves my question away. “I’ve already seen it all. Anyway, there is a dress code for tonight, so I had the concierge bring up options.”

“Like what?” I ask, nervous. We’re going to a very private sex club with a human auction. There’s no telling what the dress code could be.

“Black tie,” he pauses. “And masks.” His pink lips slide into a smirk.

“You’ll fit right in then, won’t you?” I narrow my eyes, mocking him.

He licks his lips and gestures toward the living area. “Your dresses are waiting for you.”

Well, black tie changes my entire plan for getting ready. Now I have to do full makeup and do my hair nicely. I walk back into the ensuite and exchange my towel for the plush, white hotel robe and head for the living room.

Waiting for me is a young blonde standing beside a large rack of long gowns. She eyes Miles as he passes her on his way to her room. “Pick me out something that will match her and leave it on the couch.”

“Yes, Mr. Greene.” She stares at his ass as he walks away.

I clear my throat, but she doesn’t acknowledge me until Miles has entered his room and closed the door. She gives me a satisfied smile I want to punch. “So what’s the deal? Who are you?” I cross my arms over my chest to keep from assaulting her.

“I’m the hotel’s personal shopper. You choose whatever you want and it’s charged to the card on file.” She pulls the rack toward me.

“Mmm,” I hum, flipping through the gowns.

They’re all beautiful, all designer. But I finally settle on a strapless black gown with a small train and a hip-high slit; no panties, I guess.

I also pick out a thin, diamond thigh chain, and black Rene Caovilla platforms with black jewels covering them and bands twisting up the ankles.

“Mr. Greene already picked this out for you.” She picks up a large box from the bottom of the rack and opens it, presenting it to me.

Inside is a matte black half mask with long, pointed bunny ears. It’s kinda… hot.

I lick my lips to hide my smile and take it along with my dress and other items.

Now to get ready for tonight. I do a thick, dramatic wing, extending it into my inner corner, and add a silver shimmer over my lids, then a deep, red lip. My chestnut hair hangs down my back in big, loose curls and I get dressed.

I wrap the bands on my heels around my ankle and then venture back into the bathroom and look at the bunny mask.

My stomach erupts with butterflies. I'm so nervous about tonight.

I carefully put the black strap over my head and adjust the mask so it sits just right.

Then I head to the living room to wait for Miles.

I open my double doors to Miles, lounging on the curved cream couch.

His shiny, black dress shoe is resting on the opposite knee of his black slacks.

My eyes travel up his body to his black suit jacket and his black shirt that's unbuttoned enough to see the tattoos in between his pecs and a thin, silver chain.

He stretches his arms across the back of the couch and his reflective skull mask dangles from his long fingers.

Miles cocks his head and admires me, his eyes slowly drinking me in. “I wish I was seeing you in this for a better occasion.” He stands and strides toward me, his legs eating the space between us in seconds. “But you’re missing one last thing.”

“What?” I ask, narrowing my eyes. What now?

Miles’ hand dips into his pants pocket, and I look down. He pulls out a black velvet ring box. Inside is a five carat oval diamond with a vine of small diamonds wrapping around the band.

I look up at him with my eyebrows raised. He takes my left hand and slips the ring on my ring finger before saying, “I had to tell them you were my wife for you to get in. No housemates who hate me allowed.”

I look down at the ring on my finger. The setting sun reflects off of it beautifully, but I push down any feeling I have towards it. This is for show. “Looks real,” I deadpan.

Miles glares at me. “Don’t insult me. It is real, and if it weren’t, everyone would be able to tell and it would blow our cover.”

“Seems like an expensive risk.” I look back up at him as he slides on his skull mask. He got lucky when he packed that. How would he have coped without his comfort mask?

“Then don’t fuck this up.” He takes my hand and leads me to the door before I can slap him.

This house is huge! Double the size of the old farmhouse in Virginia. This one is modern, with towering trees along the sides of the house and crystal chandeliers inside. The backyard leads right up to the water and there are no neighbors.

Our driver opens Miles’ door and then mine, and as I walk around the back of the black sedan, Miles holds his arm out for me. I’m so nervous. What will we see inside? Will the girls be here or are they already gone? What will they do when they see me?

My heels click against the marble floor and my hand trembles against Miles’ arm.

There are so many people standing around mingling. Men and women dressed in their expensive suits and designer dresses. All of them are disgusting.

My back hits the wall in the grand foyer as I stumble backward in my heels.

Miles presses his body against mine, his hand grips my ass hard and then slides up my side to cup my breast before I can protest, and for a second, I sink into his embrace.

His rainfall and woodsy scent fills my lungs and I almost cry at how badly I want him, but then I remember what he did to me—and where we are—and I dig my manicured nails into his waist because I don't want to cause a scene by pushing him away.

His hand moves to the wall next to my head, but he doesn't move away. He shifts forward to whisper in my ear. “If you don’t calm your nerves yourself, I’ll keep doing things to get your mind off of it.” He leans away and softly runs his finger over my chin before offering me his arm again.

Taking it, I look around us again. It seems we caused a scene regardless of how I reacted to him.

He leads me through the back doors that have been completely opened and pushed into the wall like they’re not even there, and onto the stone of the back patio.

High-top tables with white tablecloths are set up around the large backyard and the setting sun shines off of the still water. We stop at one and when a waiter walks by with a tray of champagne flutes, Miles takes one and sets it in front of me on the table.

“What’s the plan?” I lean into him and whisper.

His head swivels, traveling over the guests outside. “Well first, you’re going to finish your drink without looking suspicious, and then we’re going to walk back into the house and find a quiet backroom where I can hack into their security cameras and get a feel for what’s going on here.”

“You make it sound so simple.” I take a drink, following his orders.

His arm wraps around my waist as he looks down at me. “That’s because it is. The men who run this operation are weary since I stole you, but after this, things are going to get a lot harder for us.”

“Are we going to be able to save the rest of the girls?” I swallow nervously.

Miles pauses, his bravado falling for a second before he schools himself back into the flirty, arrogant man from a second ago. “We’re gonna try.”

I finish my drink, both of us watching our surroundings as the patio lights flicker on as the sun sinks below the horizon.

“Let’s explore.” Miles offers his arm to me and we walk back into the bright house.

Music plays softly in the rooms we walk through and couples sit closely together, whispering into each other’s ears, exchanging heated glances, or tucked away, sharing physical intimacy.

This is a sex club, not too different from La Lujuria, other than the fact that the men aren’t paying these girls that are here with them…

or maybe they are, who the hell knows. All the rooms are some form of a lounge with dim lights, music, and waiters carrying trays of drinks and coke, but finally, we find a deserted hallway at the end of the house.

Miles pulls me forward hurriedly. My heels clack against the wood floors, loudly so I try to walk softly.

We stop at the first door and Miles presses both of our backs flush against the wall.

He pulls off his mask and hands it to me, and I look around his arm as he opens an app on his phone and holds it against the door.

My jaw drops as I realize he has some sort of thermal camera on his phone. What the fuck?

“Okay, keep moving.” He puts his phone down, and we walk to the next door, doing the same thing. Something shows on the scanner and he pockets the phone, pulling out a lock picking kit.

“This is the room?” I ask, looking both ways down the long hallway.

“Uh huh.” Miles drops to one knee and starts working on the lock.

I clear my throat quietly before whispering, “How do you know?”

I hear the faintest click before Miles stands back up and turns to me.

“Because I could see their computer system through the camera.” He turns the knob slowly and quietly.

“Stay here and be the lookout. Notify me if someone comes and get them out of the hallway.” He pushes the door open, but my arm shoots out to grab his, stopping him.

“What do I do if someone comes?” My eyes widen and my palms sweat.

He shrugs, backing into the room. “Think of something.”

Time slows down and speeds up all at once. My body flinches at every echoing laugh and heavy footstep on the wooden floors. I try to rack my brain for a reason to be in this abandoned hallway if someone were to come across me.

However, it’s in vain, because as I hear footsteps getting closer, my brain is blank and I can't think of anything. I turn around and rapidly knock on the door.