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Tease (Dark Odyssey Club Fantasies 3)

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And that ass. I used to love taking her from behind just to get my hands on it and watch her breasts bounce while I fucked her hard.

Jia…

That’s her. I know it’s her, and there was a time when we would have been here together.

She’s walking down the corridor, floating like she’s in a fantasy.

Fantasy?

Yeah, that’s right. It’s the perfect way to describe what I’m seeing. She is in a fantasy. Mine.

I’ve dreamt of this so many times.

It would be a replay of the past. We’d just see each other and step back into the fantasy we left behind.

I think of what I said to her the other night.

We wouldn’t be where we are if I’d gotten what I wanted. I never stopped wanting her. Never.

Not when I believed she’d be better off without me, and not as I told her I needed to break up because I wanted to focus on my career.

As those words spilled from my lips and I watched her crumble in front of me in disbelief, she wouldn’t have known that I had her engagement ring in my back pocket and the plan wasn’t to break up.

I was going to ask her to marry me, then I heard the evil thing my father did, and it gave me a wake-up call.

It was a rude awakening that told me Jia deserved to be with someone better than me. She deserved more. More than being with the son of old Lucifer.

As I watch her float by, I still believe that—I still think she deserves the best of everything. But selfishness fuels my thoughts, and my desire for her consumes me.

We’re here together at The Dark Odyssey and what I’ve always wanted is right in front of me.

The memory of her in my head, the taste of her on my lips. The feel of her skin still sparks my fingertips.

The thought makes me continue to follow her to the passage where the music fades to a low. This corridor is darker with a mingle of fluorescent lights that bounce off the ceiling.

The whole area gets brighter with blue and purple lights when she crosses over a little bridge leading to a stream of pink water. Everything about this place is set to mimic some dream-like fantasy, even the scent of jasmine that lingers in the air.

I know where she’s going, as recognition dawns on me I could be that guy I was when I first brought her here. I’d just turned twenty-one, and I wanted to sneak my girl in with me. That was one wild weekend that saw us spending the night at the club where I finally took her virginity. The next night, we came back down here, to where she’s going now.

The wall of lovers.

It’s a secret wall that you’re said to happen upon if you’re in love. We found it, and every time we came back here, we found it. The wall changes with the maze. I have to give the guy who designed it credit for his artistic abilities.

You’re supposed to write your names on the wall. Jia and I did.

Few find this passage because most who come to the club aren’t looking for love. They’re in lust. They come for the debauchery of the place and lose themselves in the wild sex all around.

She passes by the fountain and heads down the path where it narrows, completely oblivious to me.

I see the wall at the same time she sees it. The motion sensory lights turn on when she gets closer, lighting the area in a soft turquoise. Bathing her in the light.

She runs her fingers over the stone surface, over names of people who came and made their mark.

I wonder if they were as in love with each other as we were.

She gets to the end of the wall, and her fingers run over the little patch where we would have written our names.

It’s just above her.



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