At Your Service

Sienna

The words Noah had spoken kept ringing in my ears, louder and louder with every passing minute.

An open marriage?

He actually said those words with a straight face, like it was a perfectly rational suggestion.

As if it wasn’t the most humiliating, degrading thing he could have said to me at that moment.

“I’m serious,” Noah had said, his voice calm, casual, as if we were talking about what to have for dinner. “An open marriage. You can do whatever you want. You don’t have to be tied down to me. You’ll be free. Go out. Meet other men. Have fun.”

The thought of it repulsed me. How dare he? How dare he take our vows, our promises, and turn them into something as disgusting as that?

But that was Noah, wasn’t it?

Always looking for a way to make things easier for him.

He was tired of me. Tired of being with me, but he didn’t want the burden of actually ending the marriage. So, he suggested this… this farce of an open marriage. Like I would just accept it and move on.

I stood there in shock, my body trembling with anger, my heart screaming in protest. I didn’t want to hear any more of his selfish, arrogant excuses. I couldn’t take it.

“Go ahead,” he had added. “You can even bring someone home if you want. I don’t care anymore.”

I snapped.

I turned away from him, furious, humiliated, feeling something inside me break. Without a word, I stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind me.

As I walked down the street, the cold air didn’t do much to cool the fire that burned in my chest. I didn’t know where I was going, didn’t care. I just needed to get away from him, from his betrayal, from the suffocating, unbearable weight of the life I had tried so hard to build with him.

My legs moved automatically, carrying me farther and farther from the man who had promised me everything. Who had broken every promise he ever made.

I didn’t realize where I had walked until I heard the booming bass of the music. The thumping beat that vibrated through the pavement, through my very bones. My head snapped up, and I froze.

The neon lights above a massive, black-framed door flickered brightly in the darkened street. Club O’zone.

I had never been inside a club before. Never. I wasn’t the type.

Before meeting Noah, I was a quiet, reserved woman. I had stayed away from those places. But tonight… tonight felt different.

Tonight, I was someone else.

As I stood there, unsure of what I was doing, something inside me snapped.

I was tired. Tired of being the good wife.

Tired of following the rules that everyone expected me to follow.

Tired of pretending to be okay when everything around me was crumbling.

I stepped forward, drawn to the pulsing lights, the chaotic energy that swirled around the club’s entrance like a thick fog.

The moment I entered the club, the world I knew vanished.

The air was thick with the scent of sweat, perfume, and alcohol. The music was so loud…louder than I had ever imagined.

It surrounded me, filled every inch of the space, making my head spin with excitement. The floor was packed with bodies, moving in sync with the rhythm.

People were laughing, shouting, flirting. I had never seen anything like it before.

I felt like an outsider, watching a world I had never belonged to.

A sense of curiosity gripped me. I was fascinated by the freedom that everyone seemed to have here, the way they threw their cares aside, the way they moved with no inhibitions.

It was like they were all living in a different reality, one where consequences didn’t matter.

I approached the bar, my legs unsteady beneath me. My hands were shaking, but I didn’t care. I ordered a drink. And then another. And another.

I drank to forget. I drank to numb the aching emptiness in my chest.

Each drink made the world around me spin faster.

My thoughts became blurry, disjointed. The anger, the hurt, the betrayal, all of it seemed to fade into the background as the alcohol took over.

But then, my gaze wandered. I saw women laughing, talking to men, pulling them onto the dance floor. Women picking men to take home.

And Noah’s words echoed in my mind once more: You can do whatever you want. You can go out and meet other men. You’ll be free.

Suddenly, something inside me shifted. The urge to be free, to have control, to take back some sense of power, overpowered everything else.

I looked around. And then, I saw him.

A man at the edge of the dance floor. Tall, dark, with a rugged, handsome face. He was standing alone, scanning the room with a confident, almost predatory air.

Without thinking, I stood up, my body unsteady but determined. I walked toward him, my mind clouded, my heart racing.

He turned as I approached, his eyes narrowing slightly as if sizing me up.

“Hey, you,” I said, my voice suddenly strong, but edged with desperation. “Call boy. You will serve me tonight.”

His eyebrow quirked up in surprise, but I didn’t care. I had spoken the words before I even realized what I was doing.

I didn’t wait for him to say anything more. I grabbed his hand, pulling him through the crowd, the music blurring everything else away.

We reached a quieter corner, away from the chaos, the noise. The air felt charged with anticipation, and I could feel my heart thudding in my chest. The man looked at me, his expression expectant.

For a moment, I froze. What was I doing? Was I really about to go through with this? The guilt was there, but it was distant. Noah’s voice, his words about an open marriage, his betrayal…it was all I could hear.

I looked up at him again, his eyes locked onto mine. And then, I did something I never thought I would do. I leaned in and kissed him.

It felt good, this sense of control, of taking something back for myself. For the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn’t just the submissive, faithful wife. I was something else.

The man smiled, a mischievous grin that made his eyes flicker with interest. His voice smooth like velvet as he said,

“Then, I’m at your service.”