Devil In Disguise

The first thing I did after reading the letter was grab the keys and open the jewelry box. Just like he stated, most of the things inside were jewelry that belonged to a woman. A strong feeling of familiarity washed over me as I ran my finger gently through them. If my uncle was a sour subject, then my parents were a taboo. I avoided everything that reminded me of them like the plague. I could still hear the gunshots at the back of my mind, making my body jerk in terror. The memory of my screams and cries was still so fresh that sometimes, I almost thought it happened a moment ago. It sent my heart racing out of control each time I remembered it. My heart was still racing when I finally looked down into the jewelry box. I slammed it shut, wanting nothing but to lock away the memories from ten years ago, but something stuck out, stopping the box from closing shut. I pulled it out and shut the box, locking it like my life depended on it. I picked up the offending necklace and nearl

“Honey, I’m home!” An all too familiar head poked into my office barely seconds after my ass touched my seat. I grunted under my breath. Just what I needed. I had spent the whole day shooing off my family, who had decided it was time to form an alliance with me. It was a relief to finally come to work but I was not ready to spend the whole night trying to get Siren out of my office. Swifter than I expected, she was behind my chair, using her soft hands to massage my shoulders, purring against my ear like the siren she was. “How did it go, are you tired? I can make you feel better.” “Get your hands off me, Siren!” I snapped. “And drop the stage voice.” “You liked it before.” She giggled but thankfully stopped speaking in that practiced seductive tone she used to lure patrons out of their life savings. Siren was the most sought-after dancer at Inferno, and men would give an arm just to see her dance for a few minutes. I couldn’t blame them—she was alluring with sinfully hypnotizing bl

I stayed two steps behind Siren on our way upstairs. She showed me to the VIP rooms and opened one, revealing a humongous room with a white velvet couch and a table, as well as a steam shower stall separated by a transparent glass wall. I had an instant feeling it was not for the patrons and Siren confirmed it when she caught me staring. “You don’t have to get in the shower stall if you don’t want to.” She said, as if it was any assurance. “Lucky for us, Curtis does not believe in forcing his girls to do anything just because patrons want it. He lets us decide what we want to do, then pairs us up with the right patrons. You may not even need the pole.” I had not realized it before but now I saw the partitioning screen, behind which there must be the pole she was talking about. “And don’t worry. If anyone tries to push you to do anything outside the boundaries you set, Heston takes care of them.” I was not interested in anything to do with the VIP rooms. This was not why I was here

Angelica What the hell was I doing? I wasn’t supposed to be doing this. I should be downstairs, serving drinks and finding out who was close to Curtis and who could be useful. I could pour drinks and sashay down the aisles with practiced perfection if my high heels were of a normal height but I couldn’t reveal that. I needed to pretend to learn how to do it if I didn’t want Heston to sniff around me for actions that didn’t match my background. Yes, I knew they would look me up if they hadn’t done so already. But when he suddenly revealed his intention to fire me even before I started ‘learning’, my brain misfired. If I left tonight, I could never show up before the Arciero family without being suspicious. They would be wary of me if they ever knew I had met Curtis and even if I created a chance to bump into him, so would he. This was my only chance. I was not beyond begging at this point. Forget begging. I would even put Siren’s magical lipstick to good use if it bought me some tim

CurtisMy balls were on fire. I didn't know that was possible with ice shoved down my boxers. I ignored the odd stares I was getting from other patrons as I emptied the ice cubes out. Why were they staring? I was pretty sure they had seen stranger things happen in night clubs. I caught sight of Miles laughing and wanted to strangle him. When I returned to the bar, he couldn't hide his smirk. "Now you have literally blue balls." "I'll burst yours if you don't shut the fuck up." I growled. I meant it. I was furious. Lucky for the little demon, she had run away when she had the chance. "That's a first." Of course, Miles didn't shut up. "It isn't every day that a woman says no to you. Unless she is playing hard to get, in which case you move on faster than she can look over her shoulder. Saying no in such a manner…" I wanted to get back to work. Coming here to meet Miles was a bad idea on most levels. He had insisted on having a private conversation with me and sent Heston away, then