CHAPTER 140: PRIVATE LOUNGE.

"Mmm.." He sighed against my neck, the vibrations he produced threatened to send me to a limbo. "As you wish."

Just as he slipped his hand under my dress, I couldn’t help but feel like I was being watched.

The feeling didn’t come from the few people who had stopped their activities to watch me and my newfound friend with our men, but from some people who stood at the top of another staircase located at the other end of the club.

Subconsciously, I looked up to see the other people whose stares caused goosebumps to break out on my skin.

When I finally did, I couldn’t help but feel like oxygen was knocked out of my lungs.

There they stood, clad in well-tailored, ironed suits, their sharp gazes piercing my skin. I was completely frozen under their gazes, utterly unsure of how to react.

The lady before me screamed as her orgasm ripped through her, pulling my attention from the men whose gazes threatened to rip me apart.

I watched her squirm and twist, basking in the high she had finally attained, partly entranced by their show.

Subconsciously, I pictured myself in her position, surrounded by my mates who did dangerously delicious things to me and my skin. I imagined what it was going to feel like having people stare at me with awe, while my mates ravished me like their last and only meal.

Well, I did, until my right butt cheek was squeezed, pulling me out of my imagination.

"Our visitors are here, Princess. We have to go see them." Tristan bellowed, in my right ear, licking it for a second. "We can continue when they are gone, or before them. Whichever one you choose. I’m here and at your service." He said softly.

I let out a small smile, my eyes darting to where my newfound friend sat with her boyfriend, utterly wasted, before turning to Tristan. "We should go meet them," I muttered into his chest, nudging it with my finger.

"Alright then." He said, pulling his gigantic palm from beneath my gown, placing it on the small of my back. "I bet they can’t wait to see you. " He said, nudging me softly, to move from where I stood.

But I resisted. My eyes were trained on my newly found friend, who was now stirring, her eyes clearer and sharper. They darted around for a while before settling on me, a wide grin swallowing up her curious face.

Slowly, she freed herself from her man’s hold, and in a few seconds, she was before me, teeth on display and her arm stretched out for a handshake.

"Hello." She greeted. "I’m Ava." She said with wide eyes.

I chuckled, displaying a grin of my own, even though I was a nervous wreck, and I was questioning why I had stayed back. "Hi. I’m Bethany." I managed to say, hoping she wasn’t going to feel the nervous energy that I was sure I exuded.

"Well, hello, Bethany. You are very pretty. " She said, still grinning. I couldn’t help but wonder how she was able to keep it up, without looking weird.

"Oh, uh...thank you." I stammered, swallowing the tiny saliva in my mouth. "You...you are, too."

She chuckled, not exactly sure why, but I wouldn’t have been surprised if it was because I sounded like a broken radio.

"Thank you, Bethany. I’d go straight to the point. Can I have your number? Please? I swear, it’s not for anything illegal. It’s just I think I like you, as a friend, and I’d love to keep in touch." She said, her wide smile still intact, but despite my nervous state, I could see through the façade well enough to know she was nervous as well.

Well, that makes two of us.

"Oh, that’s okay. " I said, chuckling as I reached into my purse and took out my phone. "Here, you can put in your number. I’ll text you right now so you can have mine as well." I blurted as I unlocked the phone, handing it to her.

"That would be perfect." She said, a little less nervous now. She quickly typed in her number, texted herself, and gave it back to me. "Something tells me you might forget to text me later. I hope that didn’t offend you." She asked, searching my face for reactions.

"Oh, no. It’s completely fine. The chances were quite high, actually, so I’m glad you did." I pacified, as I slipped the phone back into my purse, clicking it shut.

She chuckled lightly, nodding. "Alright. I’d leave you to it. Let’s talk better later, okay?" I nodded with a wide smile, pure happiness coursing through me. "And do not forget to have fun." She said, leaning closer to my ear for a second.

"Your man is drop-dead gorgeous. You better milk him well, before he becomes old and rusty." She whispered, giggling as she leaned away, waving as she returned to her man, who had bought drinks for them, leaving me way too shy and embarrassed to turn to Tristan, who I was sure heard every damn thing she had spewed.

I’m so screwed.

"Old and rusty, huh? Do you believe I’d get old and rusty, Princess?" He asked as he took my hand in his, leading me away from the crowd, through a hallway that had ’Private lounge’ labelled with neon lights at the top of the threshold.

I knew what to say, but the act of forming actual words with my mouth had eluded me. I was still extremely embarrassed to the teeth, not to mention the fact that I was still very much slippery down there, and now I had to explain to him if I agreed with Ava or not.

"Silence, huh? You think I’d become old and rusty." He mused, chuckling.

"In my defense," I started as we walked slowly down the hallway. "It’s completely natural. I will get old and rusty as well. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that." I reasoned, swallowing as I hoped I had convinced him well enough to let me off the hook this time.

He chuckled darkly as he stopped before a set of dark, heavy-looking double doors. "We’ll see about that, Bunny." He bellowed as he knocked twice on the two doors.

Before I could retort, the doors were pulled open by men who didn’t dare look up at our faces. I followed Tristan into the lounge, my body stiffening as I felt those two pairs of eyes again, staring daggers into my soul, even though I hadn’t set my eyes on them yet.

I took slow steps into the massive lounge that looked like a well-furnished bedroom, aside from the fact that a huge glass sat on the wall, beside the bed, and before it was a wide, large couch that could fit almost ten people.

The lighting was dim and sensual, soft, calm music playing in the background. That kind of music that soothes all raging nerves, like putting out a fire with cold water.

In the middle of the room was a wide table that had a platter of fruits, honey, many other sweet foods, and a sparkling bottle I could only assume contained wine.

"Like what you see?" I heard Tristan mutter from behind me. Without looking at him, I nodded in response. My eyes darted across the lounge as I checked for my other mates.

"They are coming. They had to take care of something." He said, replying to my thoughts. "But while we wait, there’s something we need you to do."

Upon hearing that, my heart couldn’t help but freeze for a second as realization washed over me.

When I walked into the club, I walked into a den. But when I stepped into this lounge, I had stepped into a den shared by three lions.

And I was about to be their prey.

"Come, let me show you. " He said, stretching forth his hand for me to take.

I couldn’t help but stare at it for a moment before taking it. I wasn’t doubting, but it just felt like the perfect way to show how much I trusted him.

He led me to one of the doors at the corner of the room, opening it so I could enter. When I did, he followed suit, shutting the door behind him.

He took me into a bathroom that was just as massive as the ones in their houses, so it was nothing out of the ordinary.

What was, was the piece of clothing that hung alongside the various bathrobes in a small wardrobe that was situated not too far from where we stood.

He took long strides towards it, unhung it and brought it to me.

"Here." He put the folded clothing in my hands. "Put it on with nothing but your heels, and tie your hair in a ponytail, and come out when you’re done. We’ll be waiting." With that, he kissed my lips briefly, licking his as he’d smeared it with my lip gloss, and left me alone in the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

My chest heaved as I took deep breaths to calm my racing heart, as the soothing music wasn’t loud enough to filter into the bathroom.

Without thinking, I straightened the folded clothing that caused my jaw to slacken.

"You have got to be shitting me."