Infamous Park Avenue Prince (Park Avenue Princes Book 1)

THEY PICKED ME up in a limo. A fucking limo.

To go two miles across town, which, even with traffic, hadn’t taken more than twenty minutes. If ever I needed a reminder that money was no object to these guys, things like this proved it.

West hadn’t told me where we were going, but as I stared up at the towering Gothic Revival structure we’d pulled up to, I knew this couldn’t be the right place.

“You got me all dressed up to take me to church?” I joked, because there was no other explanation for what this place was. Even the stained glass of the window depicted a set of wings and other art that could only be described as holy.

I tugged at the collar of the black dress shirt I’d had to unpack from a box in the back of my closet as West turned to give me a sly grin.

“Feeling a little…on edge?”

“No,” I said too quickly, causing him to chuckle. He didn’t need to know I hadn’t set foot in a church before. My parents had been on the morally upright side, just not the religious side. Was I even allowed to go inside?

More to the point, how were they?

The exterior of the church remained dark except for a couple of low spotlights along the ground. Enough to light our path to the front entrance—

Which, apparently, as the group veered off to the left, was not where we were going.

Oh shit… “Are we breaking in?” I whispered to West, keeping close in the dark.

“You think I’d wear these shoes if we were?”

I couldn’t see a thing in the utter black, but I knew for a fact he wasn’t in a pair of sneakers. Not when the rest of him was decked out in a suit jacket and slacks.

Not that I’d noticed what he was wearing other than in relation to what I was.

At the front of the group, Travis rounded a rail on the side of the church, the only indication anything was there at all, and led us down a short set of stairs, lit only by a couple of lanterns hanging along the wall. As he came to a stop in front of the arched wooden door, he pulled a beaded necklace over his head, and one by one I watched the other guys do the same—some from their pockets; others wore them on their bodies.

Like he could see the question written all over my face, West lifted his arm to show me the black and silver rosary wrapped around his wrist, the cross dangling between his fingers. Only it didn’t look like just a cross, it looked like…a key of some sort.

By the time I looked back up, a couple of the guys had already disappeared inside. Gavin inserted his key into a panel on the wall, and the door inched open enough for him and his date to squeeze inside before shutting again.

“You’re with me,” West murmured in my ear, and something about his breath on my neck and the proximity of him in the darkness had me remembering exactly how he’d felt against me the other night. I repressed a shiver as he added, “You don’t mind, do you?”

I shook my head, even as I wondered what that meant. What was this place? Some kind of secret society? Would they be doing blood rituals and sacrificing goats? Or worse?

Finally it was West’s turn, and we entered a small, low-lit chamber that was a little too reminiscent of a dungeon. Even the smell reminded me of something dark and damp. It didn’t seem at all like a place a group like the Park Avenue Princes would ever be caught dead in, but there they all were, Travis and the others who entered before us, waiting for the rest of the group in silence.

When Donovan pulled up the rear, he nodded at Travis, who again took the lead by walking over to what looked like a simple stone wall. He felt around the stones with his hand before finding what he was looking for, and once he inserted his key into a hole I couldn’t even see, a door popped open on the right. And with that, the sultry sounds of slow jazz with a heavy bass filtered into the chamber.

Based on the music alone, I didn’t have to be religious to know whatever was happening inside was definitely not a church service.

“You have got to be kidding me,” I said under my breath when the first thing I saw was a tremendous, glittering chandelier hanging over a small circular bar, looking like something out of The Phantom of the Opera. The second thing was the smell—it was fucking amazing, luxurious and sexy, and I took in a deep inhale as I tried to place what it was. Sandalwood? Some bergamot or citrus? Whatever it was, I wanted to bottle it up and bring it home with me.

“You gonna keep sniffin’ the air, or do you wanna have some fun?” East’s shoulder knocked against mine as he passed, causing West to throw him a curse.

As I took in the view, I realized why we were all dressed in our best—and in black.

Because everyone else was.

“What is this place?”

“You already know.” West winked. “Welcome to Church. Come on, I’ll show you around.”

The burlesque dancers putting on a show in the middle of the room explained the music choice, but they were the least shocking thing about this place.

Far dirtier deeds were happening in the green velvet booths lining the perimeter of the room, which wasn’t nearly as large as it looked from the outside. A flash of skin to my right had me averting my eyes, but the next table over wasn’t any better. That sure as hell wasn’t powdered sugar on a silver platter being snorted.

“So this is an anything-goes kind of place,” I said, putting my hands in my pockets as West continued to give me a tour.

“Everywhere can be anything goes if you want it to, but this one caters to a certain clientele.”

“A rich one.”

“A members-only one.” His hand moved to my lower back as he switched direction toward a row of nondescript black doors. “Have any sins you need to confess?”

“What do you mean?”

“Those are confessional booths. Although I suppose they’re better suited to commit sins in rather than confess.” West leaned in close. “Want to see?”

I swallowed, taking a small step back. Like everything else in this room, the air of sex and depravity was overwhelming, and I had no clue what I was doing in a place like this.

“Relax,” West said, closing the space between us. “It’s a bar first, and whatever you desire second.” He gestured to the bar, where several of his friends already had drinks in their hands. “Come on, let’s get something that won’t make our heads a throbbing mess tomorrow.”

I tamped down the hesitation that came from feeling entirely out of place and agreed, letting West order me a white Russian. That would be safe enough, as long as I didn’t throw back shots along with it.

It was amazing what a little alcohol could do for getting rid of your nerves. A couple of drinks in, and I was laughing along with the rest of them. The music had changed over to a faster, harder beat, and the burlesque dancers had been switched out for the crowd to get in on the action.

“I have a question for you,” I said to West as he leaned against the bar beside me. “What do you guys do when you’re not partying?”

“Sleep. Sex. Eat. Sex. Occasionally grace Astor with our presence.”

I laughed. “You’re obnoxious.”

“I prefer charming.”

Rolling my eyes, I shoved his bicep, ignoring the way it flexed under my hand. “Seriously, what about normal people stuff. Do you go to the theatre? Venture into Central Park? Do your own damn homework?”

“I’ll have you know I was finishing up an essay before East interrupted.”

“Really?”

West narrowed his eyes. “You don’t think I know how to string a few sentences together?”

“It’s not that, I just figured you could pay off someone else to do it.”

“You’re right. I could.” He twisted the gold band on his finger. “But I don’t. Can’t just be a pretty face.”

When I chuckled, West feigned offense.

“What? You don’t think I have a pretty face either?”

In the back of my mind I knew he was taunting me, wanting me to tell him he was as attractive as he already knew he was. West didn’t need me to say it. He just wanted to hear it.

I could see it now that I really looked at him. I could respect when a guy was good looking, but I’d never really noticed beyond that. But I’d kissed this guy. What was it about him that had made me do that?

His sky-blue eyes certainly grabbed attention. They were both warm and inscrutable at the same time, and you were never quite sure what he was thinking.

Maybe it was the cocky way he smiled, or the confident way he carried himself in clothes that fit his body to perfection. My fingers could attest to that, having felt the solid muscle of his chest and abs when I asked him to kiss me.

I’d also felt something else rock solid, but I’d tried not to think that about for days now.

It had all been a drunken mistake, one that wouldn’t be repeated. That didn’t mean I couldn’t appreciate how very attractive West really was.

He just wasn’t my type, was all.

I sucked down another swallow of my drink, glad I’d gone with something that wasn’t too strong. I needed to keep my head on straight tonight—something that had never been a problem in the past.

“Earth to JT?”

I blinked West’s face back into focus. “Sorry, what?”

“See, my face is so pretty, you’re daydreamin’ about it.”

“Actually, I was just trying to avoid hurting your feelings.”

He gave a knowing look. “Sure you were.”

God, some people were just too good looking for their own good. But that was the last thing I needed to focus on tonight. It was time to change topics.

“So how’d you hear about this place?”

“Hear about it?” West shook his head, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “We didn’t hear about it. We launched it.”

“Launched it? What do you mean?”

West turned and rested back against the bar, looking out at the sea of people mingling with one another, and I did the same. There were men and women dancing in any and all combinations, but the one glaringly obvious thing was that these people were not your everyday crowd.

They were too beautiful, too glamorous. They wore clothes worth more than all of my belongings put together. Diamonds and crystals glittered on their wrists and necks, the bling sparkling under the enormous chandelier, and they handed over black credit cards with cash tips—minimum a hundred dollars.

They were unlike any people I’d ever associated with. Yet here I was, standing with one of them.

“The owners of the bar approached us, knowing if we showed, so would the rest of Manhattan’s upper—”

West cut himself off, and I arched a brow. “Upper class?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Sounds obnoxious, right?”

“Only when you point it out.”

I pursed my lips. “Yeah, but I didn’t this time.”

“Shut up.”

I chuckled as he turned back to the crowded dance floor, enjoy myself a little too much at his expense. It wasn’t his fault he’d been born with a silver—hell, probably gold—spoon in his mouth. But sometimes it was nice to remind him of his elitist take on life.

Hey, he’d been the one to tell me to ground him.

“You gonna dance tonight?” West said, gesturing to the crowd. “Or you going to be a wallflower like you were at the club last week?”

“I wasn’t a wallflower.”

He scoffed. “Please, you practically melted into the damn thing.”

“Says the man who was gyrating all over his dance partner.”

As soon as the words left my mouth, I wanted to take them back. But it was too late, and when West winked at me, the heat in my cheeks intensified.

“Glad you noticed.”

I rolled my eyes, doing my best to play it off. “Oh, get over yourself.”

He downed the rest of his drink, and just as he was about to speak, I heard, “LaRue?” from somewhere behind us.

West turned, that magnetic smile flashing bright enough to replace the light overhead. “Blake? I didn’t know you were back in town. Where the hell have you been?”

“Oh, you know me, here and there.”

My eyes tracked the newcomer—Blake—as he made his way around the small bar. Just like the rest of this crowd, it was clear the man was rich as Midas. The black choker surrounding his neck with a large diamond at the center of it told me that much. As did the gorgeous lace bustier that showed off his leanly muscled shoulders.

Now, I wasn’t one to stare, but when I trailed my eyes down to the leather pants that were glued to his trim waist and long legs, and got to a pair of six-inch heels, I winced.

Blake pointed a toe in my direction. “Aren’t they gorgeous? Brand-new Jimmy Choos. They were worth every penny, and if West here tells me he’s going to dance with me, they’ll also be worth the pain.”

I looked between the two men staring at me and then shook my head. “I don’t know that anything would be worth the pain those would inflict.”

West put his empty glass down on the counter and leaned in to bump arms with mine. “That’s because you’ve never danced with me.”

A shiver raced up my spine, and I couldn’t be sure if it was from the contact, or what he’d said. But before I could overanalyze it, West pushed off the bar and reached for Blake’s waist, then leaned in to kiss his cheek.

“Blake?” West looked back at where I stood frozen in place, and I imagined what it might be like to— Nope, not going there. “This is my new friend, JT. He just started at Astor this year.” sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Blake cozied in to West’s side and ran a hand down his chest, a lighthearted laugh floating out of his mouth.

That laugh was annoying.

“Nice to meet you, JT.” Blake looked between West and me. “Just friends?”

I almost wanted to refute that, if only to get him to go away. We’d been having a good time before he interrupted.

Before I could answer, West smirked at the intruder. “I do have platonic friends, Blake.”

“Not sure where the fun is in that. But it does make it easier to steal you away.” Blake’s eyes flashed to mine. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Hell yes I did.

But I didn’t say anything at all, because Blake didn’t wait for a response before wrapping his arm around West’s waist and pulling him away.

“One dance,” West called out to me before disappearing into the crowd with the interloper.

“Another,” I said to the bartender after I drained the rest of my drink and pushed the empty glass his way. There wasn’t much I could do besides wait. Around the room I could see the others we came with, but I didn’t feel like joining anyone right now. Not when Blake, a full head above the dancers, could be seen all over West.

Was that his type? Arrogant guys in heels? Or did West prefer them like the one from the concert? Did he even have a preference, or was he into everything and everyone?

Whatever—if dancing or gyrating or getting naked with someone in a club was what he was into, then it wasn’t my business. I didn’t care. I just thought he’d invited me to come hang out with him tonight, and here I was, standing alone at the bar.

I finished off one drink without him.

Then two.

By the time the bartender handed me the third, I was past the point of impatience.

Grabbing my drink, I pushed off the bar and headed toward where I’d last seen them. I stopped at the edge of the crowd and looked around, but I didn’t see them anywhere.

What the hell? West wouldn’t have left me here. Maybe he’d gone back to the bar and I’d somehow missed him—

I did a double take as I caught sight of them heading toward one of the confessional booths. Blake pulled open the door and turned to West, a seductive smile on his face, one that, even from a distance, I could see West returned.

My heart pounded harder as I realized what was happening. What those private rooms were for.

West’s hands were low on Blake’s stomach as he said something, and Blake shook his head, that smile never dimming. He gripped the back of West’s neck, pulling him into the booth. As the door slammed shut behind them, my stomach dropped to my feet.

All of a sudden it was too hot, too loud, too not my scene. I couldn’t believe West had invited me here only to ditch me to go hook up. Why bother inviting me at all?

I had to get out of there.

Did I leave the way I’d come in or what?

“Where’s the exit?” I shouted to the bartender, setting my half-full drink aside. He pointed to where another couple was slipping out a hidden door, and I followed, knocking into people in my hurry to leave.

Turned out I wasn’t much of a fan of Church after all.