LOGINTHIS BOOK CONTAINS RAW, STEAMY, AND EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. IF YOU'RE NOT 18+, PLEASE ABSTAIN. When Shemika accidentally kills her brother‑in‑law during a four‑hour, drug‑laced BDSM session on the night of her sister’s funeral, she flees and was hit by a car. The driver turns out to be the smooth‑talking ex‑convict everybody calls Bishop, manager of the ultra‑exclusive nightclub known as Wet Nights. He carries her to the club’s secret hospital beneath the dance floor for her to recover. To dodge arrest, Shemika begs for a job at the club. After a shocking demonstration of wax play, orgasm denial, and bondage, she signs a blood‑ink contract and becomes property of Wet Nights. She was taken to the performers’ 14‑storey dorm, known as the Crimson House where all the performers (employees) at Wet Nights stays. The house is managed by the predatory house‑manager known as Sinner—he fucks every newbie in the house as part of their onboarding session. On her first night, Shemika is bullied to parade naked through all fourteen floors, but the funny bisexual icon Jax steps in and helps her. Soon Shemika teams up with two dancers namely; Synn, the ice‑cold top performer, and Lexi, whose real purpose is finding her sister who vanished while working at the club. But some doors in Wet Nights stay locked for a reason…
View MoreShemika's POVThis was when I saw it. Mom was tied to a chair.I was still crying and Mom refused to open her eyes to look at us, she was disappointed in us, we didn't keep to the promise-I screamed and now we're in danger and she's just too helpless to help us.They poured gasoline all over mom and before she could say anything to us, they lit the match stick and flung it at her."NOOOO!" I screamed.I started to struggle with the men that were pinning me down, I wanted to rush into the fire, to burn with my Mom. "No, please. Let her go-" My voice cracked as I screamed and begged.Mom was struggling in the fire, and after a while, she finally stopped shaking. Mom was gone, she died in pain.I suddenly stopped crying, my eyes couldn't form tears anymore.My breath hitched and my chest rose and fell in despair.It was this night that everything changed. The very last minute I saw mom take her last breath, my heart immediately went dark, consumed by rage and pure hatred.Maya already f
Shemika's POV"What's mom talking about?" I thought.She seemed to have heard the question I just asked inside my mind, so she smiled at me and squeezed my cheeks softly.Her voice trembled while she spoke. "I know... I'll remind you, Shemika." She beamed with the softest voice I've ever heard so far.She pressed her palm softly over my face and let out a silent sigh, then she said, "We call you Clair, Shemika. It's not a name, honey-it's what you're. You're a clairvoyant, a seer of things no one dares to imagine." She smiled proudly at her words.I was still confused, so I asked, "I don't understand, mom." Tears were almost forming in my eyes. I hated how lost I was, I didn't even know if any of this was real or not. I was just here-in this dark, cloudy room.She chuckled softly, "Of course, you understand, honey. You've just forgotten. Shemika, you always saw things before they happened. You've the ability to perceive events beyond normal sensory contacts." She added calmly."But...
Shemika's POV This is what he always does, he'll come to see me and then receive a call, then he'll disappear like a flash, or so, like a flicker of light. What the hell do I know that might have happened and why did he rush out of my room like that? Whatever the case might be, Bishop is the type that will always have everything under control, so, BINGO! I don't have to worry about anything. Without thinking much about it, I shifted fully into the bed, and then I laid back down with a loud exhale. "What a day!" I thought. I can't believe I was kidnapped today. Something I never thought about or ever imagined could happen to me. Despite how much I don't want to think deep into it, I find myself reminiscing about it-the kidnapper, his daughter, the way they grabbed me outside the penthouse just before I could step in and cry for help. "Have they been monitoring me?" I thought. Did they know about me this much to the extent they came for me knowing fully that Bishop will turn him
Bishop I walked down the hallway and towards her room. I didn't knock, I simply stepped into her room like I owned it, of course, I did-in the absence of Mr. Saint though. Shemika was sitting on the bed with Lexi, who was gently applying cream to her bruised lips. "Step out," I said firmly and without hesitation, Lexi immediately hurried out of the room with a gentle bow. Quietly, she closed the door behind her. I sighed and stepped closer to Shemika on the bed. I picked the cotton wool that Lexi was using and I started to help her clean her wound. Shemika flinched and I immediately stopped, "Are you okay?" I asked softly. "Did they hurt you?" Shemika shook her head slowly. "No... They didn't hurt me." But I noticed something in her eyes. She looked worried. Her face was tense. I lowered the cotton wool back on the bed and leaned closer to her. "What is it? You're not telling me something." I whispered, my voice was too low and calm. Shemika hesitated. Then finally, she spok
ShemikaI didn't say anything to Dom in the car until we arrived at the penthouse. He rushed out of the car and helped me with the door and I stepped out quietly, "Thank you," I whispered.Dom went back into the car and drove away.I stood at the entrance of the penthouse, my hands still trembling
ShemikaI woke up the following morning and realized everything was real. I thought I was dreaming about having spent a night with Bishop, I thought it was all a dream. But I was shocked to wake up next to the shirtless Bishop, his face was softly buried in my neck as his hot breath tickled my ski
BishopI flung the bag into the trunk of my car and I hurried back to the front and claimed the driver's seat, but I didn't drive away, not yet.I sat slumped into the seat, unsure what to do now. So I tossed out my phone and a quick thought instantly slipped into my mind.My heart was heavy with a
BishopThe kidnapper suddenly lunged forward and grabbed my hands, pinning them tight behind me while his daughter started searching my body.They were checking if I'd any weapons on me."What a waste of time." I thought. All the weapons I brought with me were gone already, it was in the trunk in m






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