He nods his head. Next to him, I watch as he pulls up a black bag, handing it to me. “I will call from that regularly. So expect it.”
Looking down at the bag, I gaze back at him to ask him why.
“In there is what you need to wear.” He looks to the time on his watch. “You’re expected in three hours, I suggest you sleep.” He walks off, not even looking back or giving me an answer as to why he was at the club, and why did he come to my home instead of calling me from a normal number.
Looking into the bag, I laugh. Then look again, thinking I’m drunk.
Nope, I’m not.7CreedIt’s not part of what I do, I do not make house calls. Who the fuck does that? I sure as shit didn’t, until her. The girls are my responsibility to hire, to make sure they’re happy and that’s it. No house calls. This shit isn’t something I plan to do again. Seeing her at the club made me walk up to her, not because she had a man’s hands all over her—last time I saw a man do that she smashed him over the knuckles—but because she was letting those hands stay on her and not once did she pull away from his touch. It made me wonder who he was to her and why he could touch her the way he was. He noticed me first. It’s always the way when women are involved, men always notice.
Falcon dragged me out to find customers, it’s what he does. And seeing as I don’t like to leave work or home, he decided it was best if he dragged me out. On the terms that he would pay me, of course. We are in the game of business, and even if I trust all three of them with my life, I trust the money they make even more so.
Seeing Elicea at the club was unexpected, this place is always so busy. It always has been, most of our loyal customers come from here. Older gentlemen, if you want to call them that, come and spend up big, buying girls that they know are never going to look at them when they’re way too drunk. Falcon’s job is to show them that. That the money they spend at this bar, can be better spent to actually get what they want.
Women.
It’s our specialty.
We have rules, though.
Very strict rules. You can’t just enter our place of business because we approached you.
Except her.
She was my exception, which is what made Darby lose his shit at me.
I’m a rule follower, so breaking the rules isn’t something I do. Especially when I created most of the rules in the first place.
We find our customers, they then have to fill in an application form online. But this form isn’t your usual type of form. This is one where they have to give us all their details, including bank details and statements. So we will always know where to find them if need be. Plus, to complete all the necessary checks on them.
We take our business seriously. It’s how we’ve run it for years. It’s how we’ve made so much money over the years. Our customers are with us from the start, and never want to end. There are only two ways out of your contract with our club.
One—you pay your way out with a damn good reason. Most of the time marriage is the only acceptable reason.
Two—you die.
We don’t make any other exceptions.
We don’t just pretend to run an elite club, we are the elite club that’s whispered and spoken about in hushed tones. The one you want to tell everyone about, but if you do—let’s just say they know better than to talk out of school.
So Elicea, she fucked up all my rules. Even my rule on hiring the girls. And it was all from a single glance. She has turned my life into a tailspin.
There is, and always has been, only one woman in my life—my mother. She worked her ass off to give me the best education, and make sure I turned out to be a reasonable man. Now, I support her. I gave her a house for her birthday. She deserves it and so much more. She’s selfless, always has been. It’s a part of the reason I do what I do, to become great, and turn into the man she raised me to be. I had to do what was necessary. And I have.
She understands what I do for work, well, as much as I let her know anyway. She knows I run an exclusive and private club with the guys. We all went to school together and have been inseparable since seventh grade, so it came as no surprise when she found out we were opening a business together.