Page 95 of Who's Loving You

Unknown number: You still have time to come back. Meet me at the club and I’ll pull the plug on this. Don’t…and you’ll be back anyhow. >

I clink on the link that has a thumbnail picture of me and read what this crazy bitch has sent this time.

“Nico Loving has been a very bad boy.An exclusive about sex clubs and torrid nights, and things I can’t say on the internet.”

The blood drains from my face and sweat beads on my forehead. The trembling of my hands makes it difficult to hold tight to my phone. I blink my eyes over and over to clear the blurry vision and click on the link.

I have a little story time for you today, tea drinkers. So here we go.

There once was a boy who liked to spread his love all over the world. He played with this girl and that girl, but left them broken-hearted and drowning in tears. Then one day came a beautiful princess who tamed his beastly ways and turned him into Prince Charming.

The sun shone down on this fairytale couple and the entire kingdom waited with bated breath to hear of a royal wedding.

But no one knew that the prince held a secret locked tight in a dungeon. A secret that could cause his castle to crumble. He slammed the door and locked it up tight, never to let it see one more day of light.

Or so he thought.

This was no normal secret. It had a brain and a heart, and little did he know it would tear his kingdom apart. The secret was crawling its way through the cracks in the door, and winding its way up a long corridor. When it reached the light of day, the secret knew it had to find a way, to let the prince know it would not be delayed.

It searched high and low for the town crier, and found the truth teller who would like to enquire.

The secret let it be known that the prince was more than he had shown. He spent many dark nights taking women to bed, all under the darkness and a shroud of red. There were whips and chains and tools of the torturing type. One maiden, two maiden he loved to choke. But don’t forget about the bloke.

His secret he tried hard to forget, but now he knows it’s a secret he will regret.

Now that the truth is out, he will surely lose his princess, no doubt.

For those of you who need it in simpler terms, let me break it down in ways that will make you squirm.

Nico Loving has held a secret from us all. Seems he was a member of an underground sex club here in Houston. This club is private and very exclusive, and because of the details I have signed an NDA and the name will remain hidden.

But I can assure you that this news is from a reputable source as it comes straight from the horse's mouth.

A high membership fee is required to be a part of this club, which is apparently part of a network of the same across the nation. And we are told that this wasn’t the only club Loving liked to patronize.

Behind the safe doors of these clubs, men and women can take part in very explicit sex. Role play and voyeurism is a very high request amongst members, and Nico loved it all. Including group sex with plenty of women and men.

Now that his secret is out, could this be the end to his fairytale relationship with PR Crisis Manager Valentina San Ramón? What does this mean for his standing with the Drillers?

The cards do not bode well for him. And word on the street is that you may find another very familiar name on an additional list. Mister Soba has been a bad, bad boy. Stay tuned for updates regarding these unraveling events.

Happy sipping!

My chest aches and I feel like I will literally die. Would she really do this? That’s a breach of the iron clad NDA we sign. She has to abide by the contract as well. And what does she mean by I’ll be back anyhow? She’d be an idiot to expose this because it could ruin the club. I can’t believe her feelings for me go that deep.It was just sex.

And if she leaks it? What then? My career, my standing with Monty will be shot to hell.

Valentina!Fuck! Screw what this can do to me, what will it do to her? I toss my phone in the center console and throw my car in drive, screeching tires as I peel out. I need to get to her to get ahead of this and explain. I can’t let her find out by reading this because there is no way I’m going back to Sonja. Val is a crisis manager. She’ll know what to do.

Oh shit. I gotta call Soba. I am royally fucked.

My hand flops around searching for where my phone is and notice it on my passenger seat where it must have landed from when I threw it. I quickly slide it open and pull up our Trickie Nickies text thread and voice to textwhile I speed from the practice facility towards Valentina’s office.

Me: We might have a problem

Diva: WTF does that mean?

Saint: