Sins & Mistrust (2 page)

She smiles at him and he nods his head in response before we walk in. The hall is fairly dark, and another large man stands in the way with a clipboard in his hands.

“Ms. LaBelle,” he says.

“Hello, Smith,” she chirps.

Smith eyes me speculatively for a moment.

“He’s fine,” Nathalia says, and Smith moves to the side and allows us in.

“Secretive place,” I say.

She shrugs one shoulder in response as we walk down the narrow pathway. Once we get to the end of the hall and step into the large room, I think my jaw drops slightly.

Nathalia turns to look at me with a sneaky smile on her face. “Scared yet?”

I take my time to absorb everything that’s going on in the room in front of us. Directly to my right, leaned up against the wall, is a couple. While this is pretty normal, what’s not is that the woman’s dress is pushed up around her waist and the man has his fingers in her pussy.

Moving my gaze to the left, I see a wall of mirrors, and what grabs my attention right away are the three people standing in front of them. Well, the man is standing behind a woman who has her hands resting on the mirror. She’s bent over, her dress pushed up as well, with the man fucking her from behind while she watches in the reflection. Another woman is leaned up against the mirror and has her hand down her pants as she watches.

Not everybody is half naked or having sex, but they definitely don’t seem surprised or bothered by the happenings around them.

Finally returning my gaze back to Nathalia, I smile and respond. “I’m an escort. I’ve done or seen these kinds of things plenty of times.”

She playfully rolls her eyes. “Oh, Mr. Experienced over here.”

“You have no idea,” I reply with a wink.

“Well, come on, Mr. Experience. Let’s get a drink.”

We walk clear across the room, maneuvering through plenty of people who seem to be checking both of us out, and we approach the bar and place our order.

“So, you come here pretty often, don’t you?” I ask.

“It’s been a while,” she replies as she reaches for her drink.

I place a twenty on the bar and grab my glass. “Do you always bring a date with you?”

She places the straw between her lips and peers up at me with large green eyes. “I’ve brought someone here once before. The other times I’ve been here, I’ve come alone.”

“Do you, uh, participate?”

Nathalia lets out a small laugh. “Participate? You mean, have sex out here for people to see? No, I haven’t done that. However, if you’re interested, there are more private areas,” she says mischievously.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I answer with a grin.

As we stand near the bar, talking and enjoying our drinks, I notice a man walk out and head over to the people who are having sex by the mirrors. He leans in and says something to the man, and soon after, the man straightens up and pulls his pants back up. He gets the women who are there with him and start walking toward the back of the room. The man who spoke to him pats him on the back and walks away.

“What’s that about?” I ask, noticing Nathalia was watching the same thing I was.

“Oh, he likes to keep the sex to the other rooms. While people always do the touchy, feely stuff, he doesn’t really like the all-out sex to be out in the open.”

“And who is he?” I ask as I watch the man in the black suit scope out the rest of the room.

“Oh. The owner. Lincoln Cash.”

I take a gulp of my drink and watch as his eyes fall on us. He does a double take and suddenly starts making his way towards the bar. I take a glance at Nathalia, who is smiling in his direction.

“Thalia, how are you?” he asks in a deep, charming voice. His smile stretches across his face as he takes her in his arms.

I take another gulp.

“I’m great, Lincoln. How are you?”

“You know me,” he says with a smirk. “You look beautiful tonight.”

She throws him a radiant smile. “Thank you.”

He turns at looks me over before asking, “Who’s your friend?”

“This is Marc,” she answers, gesturing towards me with her palm up. “Marc, this is Lincoln.”

Lincoln extends his hand and I take it in my own. “Nice to meet you,” I say.

“Mm. Likewise,” he responds, and I’m not sure if he has a slight attitude or not.

We drop hands and I straighten up, finish my drink, and place it on the bar. There’s a bit of an awkward silence between us three, and I can’t help but wonder if they’ve had a relationship before.

“Well, I suppose I’ll leave you two alone. I hope you both enjoy your evening. Will you be staying a while?” he asks, paying more attention to Nathalia.

“We just arrived, so I’m sure we’ll hang out for a little longer.”

“Good, good,” he says, nodding his head. He takes another glance at me, and I hate that I can’t read his demeanor. “Well, I hope to chat with you again soon, Thalia,” he says, pulling her in and kissing both her cheeks.

He leans into her and seems to whisper something in her ear. When they part, Nathalia gives him a tiny nod with a hint of a smile. They communicate something in that moment, but I have no idea what.

“I’m sure you will,” she replies with a smirk.

“It was very nice meeting you, Marc,” he says, this time seeming genuine.

I smile and return his handshake. “You too.”

When he walks away, I turn and face Nathalia. Her eyes look at me but she doesn’t move her head in my direction. She takes a sip from her straw, and then turns away from me to put it on the bar.

“Ex-boyfriend? Lover?” I ask.

It’s then that she looks at me, expressionless. A moment later a smile appears on her lips.

“He wishes.”

“Ah,” I say with a nod.

“Is that why I felt the frigid air coming off his shoulder in my direction?”

She laughs. “Oh, I don’t know. That was him being quite nice, actually.”

“Do you want to dance?” I ask, changing the subject.

Nathalia smiles at me. “Yes, please.”

I escort her onto the dance floor, and we find a nice spot near the wall of mirrors. A slow, sexy song comes on, and Nathalia puts her arms around my neck as I rest my hands at her waist.

She looks up at me with gorgeous green eyes and runs her fingers through my hair. The front of her body is pushed up against the front of mine, and as I look down at her, I have a perfect view of her ample cleavage. I lick my lips and she catches me enjoying the view.

Slowly, she turns her body until her ass is pressed up against my cock, and rests her back against my stomach and chest. She lays her head on my shoulder, and glides her hands alongside her body as she moves sexily to the music.

Her hands make their way up to her breasts and she gently and briefly gropes herself, squeezing them in a way that makes the cleavage that much more obvious. I lean down and put my mouth on her neck while I pull her ass into me, letting her know what her show is doing to me.

I hear her groan when my tongues dances across her soft skin.

Suddenly, she turns and grabs my hand, and leads me to a section of the club I didn’t notice before.

She slides a panel open and I close it behind us. We’re in a semi narrow area, but it’s fairly long, and along the back is a wide bench and curtains to close off sections.

Nathalia goes to the back corner, and I notice there’s only one other couple in here, and they’re on the other end.

Once we’re inside our own little cubicle, she closes the curtain and we’re enclosed in a small room that has mirrors above us. Very dim lights glow from above, and the bench is cushioned. Thank God.

For a few seconds, we look at each other, the sexual energy fills the small room. At the same time, we both lunge for the other. My tongue glides across her lips, forcing them apart. When she opens her mouth, I explore her tongue with my own.

My hands go to her face, and I bring her even closer to me. She moans into my mouth, and digs her fingertips into my ass, pulling me into her.

I nip at her lips, and she sucks my bottom lip into her mouth. I let my hands go the base of her head, and tug on her hair. She gasps out in surprise and pleasure, and then begins running her hands down my chest, fumbling with my buttons.

“Oh, sorry. I uhh…”

I turn around and notice a woman at the curtain. I raise my brows at her waiting for her to either say what she needs to say or close the curtain and leave.

“Can I help you?” I ask in a nicer tone than I want to, because what I really want to do is slide my dick inside Nathalia.

“I didn’t know- uhh. I’m sorry.”

She continues to stand there, but looks back behind her, and then back at me.

What the hell is going on?

Nathalia stands up and adjusts her dress, and I run a hand through my hair in frustration. It’s then that the woman finally turns and leaves. I drop my head back and sigh, but then I find that I’m looking at myself in the mirror above me.

What really catches my attention is that I can see outside the room we’re in and I see Lincoln standing outside, speaking with the same woman who just left.

What the fuck?

I move to the curtain and snatch it open but he and the woman are already leaving.

“What’s wrong?” Nathalia asks.

“Your friend Lincoln was out here, and he was speaking with the woman who interrupted us. Do you think he had her do that on purpose?”

“Why would he?” she asks.

“I don’t know.”

“He might have just been checking things out. He tends to wander around and make sure everything is okay.”

I sigh. “Yeah, I guess. Well, now that the moment has been ruined, what would you like to do?” I ask, pulling her body into mine.

“Hmm. Maybe we should get out of here and go back to my place,” she replies as she bites down on her lip.

“I think that sounds like a great plan,” I say as I lean down and cover her lips with mine.

When we part, we step out of the small room and back to the panel doors that lead to the dance floor. As we’re passing another room, we hear the unmistakable sound of a woman crying out as she orgasms, followed by a man grunting.

Nathalia giggles. “I’m glad nobody heard us.”

“I didn’t get the chance to make you scream out my name,” I reply with a grin. “If I did, everybody on this dance floor would have heard you.”

She laughs. “Oh yeah? Mr. Confident too, I see.” She playfully smacks my arm as we move across the dance floor and towards the exit.

Before we get to the door, Lincoln comes into view. Great.

“Thalia,” he says in a husky voice. “May I speak with you before you leave?”

Nathalia glances at me, probably noticing my tense jaw. Why the fuck is this guy so dead set on interrupting our date. Is he that jealous? Maybe he had more feelings for her than she had for him. Maybe if I tell him that she and I aren’t serious, and that I’m her hired date, he won’t feel so insecure.

Fuck it. I’ll let him suffer.

“Mr. Cash, Nathalia and I have plans for the rest of the evening. Is this matter really that important?” I ask with a fake smile as I wrap my arm around her waist.

His eyes follow my movement before looking back at me. “I suppose not.”

“Great,” I answer with forced enthusiasm.

I pat his shoulder as I move to pass him. His eyes look at my hand, but he doesn’t say anything.

“Lincoln, I’ll talk with you soon,” Nathalia calls as we head to the door.

“I look forward to it,” he responds.

When we get to the door, I push it open and Nathalia steps out. I chance a quick glance back down the hall and notice Lincoln still standing there watching me. We lock eyes briefly before I step outside.

As we’re approaching the hotel, Nathalia’s phone rings.

A few minutes go by of broken, one-sided conversation before she drops the phone in her purse.

“I’m so sorry, Marc. I have to go meet my father.”

“That’s okay,” I answer with a smile.

She looks adorable as she sits there with a small frown on her face.

“I’ll see you again, yes?” she asks.

“That’s up to you,” I reply with a wink.

“Then yes, I shall see you again soon.”

She leans in and gives me a few small kisses before exiting the car and rushing into the hotel. I tell the driver where to take me, and we weave through traffic.