CHAOS (Beneath The Secrets Book 1)

Why is my stomach rolling about spending time with my brother? I don’t think he knows I ran off with his wife on his wedding day.

Hope like hell he doesn’t find out.

A pair of wiry men in slick leather jackets and crisp fedoras stand outside the door of The Sinners club. They both look like card sharks from the fifties, but keep the lines moving.

“Hey! Brother! You made it. I wasn’t sure if you’d actually show this time.” Brody claps me on the shoulder and leaves his hand as we approach the entrance. “This place has the hottest girls. For the right price, they do anything you want.”

I’m penned in by his friends. “I’m happy for you, man. Yeah, I figured I better show. I’d like to get to know you a little more.” All I know about him is what Sofia told me that night.

But, I don’t remember much of what we talked about. Every memory I have of her is how she tasted, how her hips moved against mine, the way her mouth formed an ‘o’ when she came.

Why can’t I stop thinking about her?

Maybe it’s seeing Brody again that triggered those thoughts.

I’m lying to myself. I know more than once a week for almost two years I’ve woken up with my cock in my hand and her name on my lips.

We step into the dark building and are directed to a back room.

“Suite D. Guess that means the dick place,” Brody snickers.

One of his guys laughs and pushes us from behind. “Hell yeah, the girls are getting all of it tonight!”

Several dancers line the hall in skimpy clothes. String bikinis and pasties bounce against our arms and their fingers trail over us as we head to the private area.

“Oh, aren’t you the King of Chaos?” One perky brunette wraps her hands around my neck and pushes her body tightly to mine.

“I am. You wanna be my queen for the night?” I give her a lopsided grin as my palms find her hips, tugging her closer.

“Baby, I’d love to. Can I find you after the show?” Her tongue pokes out and licks my bottom lip.

She tastes like cough medicine and cheap cigarettes. Whatever blood had started rushing to my crotch cuts off in a hurry.

I pick her up and move her to the side so I can continue through. “Maybe next time.”

Her bright red bottom lip sticks out, but she quickly turns to the next man in line to hang off of.

After having a taste of the finest wine, vinegar just doesn’t seem as appealing.

How long am I going to hold Sofia as the standard?

Why do I?

There’s a polished brass pole in the middle of a circle of overstuffed chairs. Two large crystal decanters of some sort of dark liquor are sitting on a silver tray lined with glasses filled with ice.

The set up is top-notch.

“Boys, we’re gonna get fucked up!” Brody yells loud enough to fill the room.

Hell yeah. This might be a fun night after all.