Bound to my Enemy Chapter 59

By the ti I’m done dressing, my phone is already buzzing on the bed.

Claire’s na lights up the screen, yes I saved it this ti after the call.

"I’m outside," she says when I answer. "Hurry before I lose my parking spot."

"I’m coming," I say, tugging my heel on. "Give two seconds." Still wondering how she knows the location of this house, I don’t let the thoughts fester though.

I hang up and grab my bag, checking myself out once more in the mirror. Since I didn’t know where Claire was taking to I decided to go for sothing simple, a black backless short dress, that barely covered my thigh with simple makeup and let my hair loose instead of putting it up in a ponytail.

I grab my phone and bag then head out.

Claire’s leaning against her car when I step outside, scrolling on her phone. She looks up and smiles wide when she sees .

"There she is."

"You’re early, for the first ti since I’ve known you." I say, sliding into the passenger seat.

"Miracles happen," she replies, pulling away from the curb. "You ready"

"For what," I ask.

She flashes a wicked grin. "You’ll see."

The drive is short but quiet. City lights blurring past the windows. I keep thinking she’s going to turn toward sowhere familiar, but she doesn’t. She heads deeper into a part of town I don’t know well.

When she finally parks, I understand why.

The building looks nothing like what I was expecting. No sign, no line. Just a tall black door and two n in dark suits standing on either side like statues.

Claire cuts the engine and looks at . "You good?."

I hesitate. Just a fraction. "Yeah."

She reaches into the console and hands sothing soft and cool.

A mask. It’s black and satin.

"Why?," I ask.

"You wear it inside," she says casually. "Everyone does."

"Everyone," I repeat.

She shrugs. "It’s part of the appeal."

We step out of the car. The air feels fresher here. Claire hands her phone to one of the n, who checks it for whatever reason, he looks at it and nods. Another man opens the door asking us to put our masks on before entering. We do just that then step in.

Music spills out imdiately. Slow and tempting

Inside, the lighting is low and red. There’s people everywhere, not dancing like a regular club. They are standing close, touching each other. Kissing and...... holyyyyyy fuck, there’s people fucking in here. Right here in public, now that I’m in I can hear all the moans from different directions. Yeah now I get why the masks are necessary.

So are kissing openly, so are pressed together in corners. Not hidden or shy. I turn and make eye contact with a lady she’s naked from the waist up, and she is riding a man laying down, the movent has her boobs dangling in all directions. I think I must have stared too much because she enthusiastically waves over to join them, I quickly shake my head and turn the other way. Mortified to near death.

I walk in a bit more then my steps slow.

Claire notices and leans close. "If it’s too much, we can leave."

I shake my head. "No. I just... wasn’t expecting this."

She laughs quietly. "No one ever does."

We make our way to the bar, the bartender doesn’t ask questions. Just slides nus across the counter.

Claire orders for both of us.

I glance around while we wait for our drinks.

There’s Couples making out everywhere, so in groups. People watching other people. So sitting together, talking like they’re at a dinner party. Others clearly not here to talk at all.

It’s strange how normal it feels once the initial shock fades.

My phone vibrates in my bag.

I don’t want to look, but I do.

Zane: Where are you.

My shoulders tense imdiately where and how the hell did he get my number.

Claire notices. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah," I say, even though it’s not. "Just..... work stuff."

She grimaces. "Oof."

I type back quickly.

Elaine: Out with a friend. I’ll be back later.

The reply cos before I can put the phone away.

Zane: Be ho by nine.

I stare at the screen myjaw tightening, who the fuck does he think he is to give a freaking curfew like I’m so teenager.

I lock the phone and drop it back into my bag, not bothering to respond to him.

Claire raises an eyebrow. "Let guess your boss is giving you a hard ti?."

"Sothing like that."

She slides our drinks toward us. "Ignore it. You’re here now, let’s be in the mont."

I take a sip, the alcohol burns just enough to ground .

"This place is... a lot," I say.

"Give it twenty minutes," she replies. "It always is at first."

She introduces to a few people after that, other friends of hers, very friendly people

.They talk like this is normal because, for them, it is.

I listen more than I speak.

Everywhere I look, there’s sothing new to take in. A woman being chocked by a belt while the man pounds into her from behind. A man kneeling before another with his mouth wrapped around his length. There was a whole orgy happening in the corner.

I realize I’m staring when Claire nudges lightly.

"Careful," she says. "They might want to invite you over if you’re caught staring intently ."

I laugh under my breath and force my gaze away.

Then it happens anyway.

I look up and et soone’s eyes.

A man across the room. Blond hair, he’s short as hell. His mask pushed slightly too low, like he doesn’t care if people recognize him. He’s already looking at , and he doesn’t look away when I catch him looking.

My stomach tightens.... with fear, as recognition takes place.

I break eye contact first, trying not to hyperventilate or go back into that dark place in my head, he can’t know it’s .

Claire leans in. "You okay"

"Yeah," I say, a little too quickly.

When I glance back, he’s still there.

This ti, he starts walking towards .

My pulse picks up, fear and anger over ridding any other emotion.

I don’t move, hoping he will change directions and not co for .