MasukThe back office door opened once more. The club manager stepped inside, looking pale and deeply apologetic. In his hands was a thick folder and a USB drive. He approached Reggie with his head slightly bowed. “Mr. Reginald, I’m truly sorry for everything that happened tonight,” the manager said, voice filled with regret. “We’ve done an internal audit. There was clear sabotage. Dominic had unauthorized access to the security archives. I do not know who gave him access but I promise to find out soon and let you know. "You better do that as soon as possible or kiss your job goodbye," Reggie warned. "I will work on it boss. These are the original files we recovered.” He handed over the folder and the drive. Reggie opened the folder immediately. It contained the original photos from Cassie’s night at The Forbidden. The raw, intimate, and deeply personal pictures stared at him. His jaw tightened painfully, but he nodded slowly. It was not like he had expected to date a virgin but he fel
Reggie stormed back into The Forbidden like a force of nature, his blood boiling with unrestrained fury. The cool night air outside had done nothing to extinguish the fire raging inside him. His split knuckles throbbed painfully, but the physical sting only fueled his determination. The bouncers at the entrance recognized him immediately and stepped aside without a single word, sensing the dangerous storm in his eyes. He pushed through the crowded main floor, shoving past masked bodies writhing to the heavy bass, ignoring the half-naked scenes unfolding around him. Everything that once felt familiar now turned his stomach. He had to find Dominic. He needed to end this tonight. “Where is he?” Reggie growled at the first staff member he spotted near the back hallway, his voice low and lethal. The man paled and pointed nervously toward a door at the far end of the corridor. Reggie didn’t hesitate. He slammed the door open with such force that it cracked against the wall, rattling the
Sarah quietly closed the door behind him, leaving Reggie standing in the softly lit guest bedroom. The air felt thick with tension and unspoken pain. Cassie was curled up on the bed, facing the wall, her back turned to the world. Her shoulders trembled slightly, and even from across the room, he could see the faint shudders running through her body. The sight of her so small and broken twisted something deep inside his chest. “Cassie…” His voice came out rough and strained, heavy with hurt and confusion. She didn’t turn around at first. A soft, broken sob escaped her lips. It was barely audible. Reggie crossed the room slowly and sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to startle her. “I need the full truth,” he said quietly, his voice trembling. “Please. I do not want to believe whatever Dominic told me. I’m losing my mind here. I need to understand what’s been happening.” Cassie slowly rolled over to face him. Her eyes were swollen and red-rimmed, fresh tears already streaming d
Chaos erupted around them the moment Reggie’s fist connected with Dominic’s chin. Shouts rose above the pounding music as onlookers backed away. Dominic lay sprawled on the floor, blood trickling from his split lip. He was glaring up with pure venom. Before he could rise, two burly bouncers in black shirts pushed through the crowd and grabbed Reggie by the arms, hauling him backward with professional efficiency. “Enough!” one of them barked. “Take it outside or to the office. Now.” Reggie struggled against their hold, chest heaving, eyes still locked on Dominic. “Get your hands off me.” The second bouncer tightened his grip. “Club rules. All fights go to the office. Let’s go.” “I’m not going anywhere with you,” Reggie snarled, voice low and dangerous. “I’m a silent partner in this club. Call your boss. Tell him Mr. Regginald is here and he’ll confirm it. I’m not wasting time on your bullshit procedure.” The bouncers exchanged uncertain glances. One of them spoke into his earpiec
Reggie’s heart slammed against his ribs like a war drum as he pushed through the masked crowd, eyes locked on Cassie’s retreating figure. He couldn't believe the coincidence. He had left her at home and ran here and she had come? Had she come for him? No, she couldn't have known that he was here. Maybe she had come to find the man in the photos. Or was it not Cassie? But he knew her and could tell her apart, even from a thousand women. She couldn't have come here looking for the other man. No. He refused to believe it. The pain and confusion etched on her face when their eyes had met across the floor cut him deeper than any physical wound. Something was horribly wrong. He needed to reach her. He needed to fix whatever had shattered in her eyes. He needed the truth. "Sir, we were just getting started, " his companion said. "Not now Bess. Not now, " Reggie shouted before walking away. “Cassie!” he shouted, but the heavy bass of the music swallowed his voice whole. He broke in
“Cassie!" Emily’s voice cut through the noise. Emily reached her first, grabbing her arm and pulling her into a tight embrace. “Are you okay?” Emily whispered urgently, scanning her face. “We saw you run. What happened?” Sarah took her other arm, steadying her. “You’re shaking. Come on, let’s get you somewhere quieter.” They guided her through the throng of dancers to a shadowed corner alcove draped in heavy black velvet curtains. The music was muffled here, the lights dimmer. Cassie leaned against the wall, breathing hard, trying to steady herself. The confrontation with Dominic replayed in her mind; his mocking words, his grip on her wrist, the way he had tried to drag her back to the washroom. She felt violated all over again. Emily cupped her cheeks, eyes wide with concern. “Talk to us. What happened? Did someone hurt you?” Cassie shook her head, tears slipping down her cheeks. "It was Dominic. I bumped into him on my way back. He wanted to force himself on me in th
The private jet’s wheels kissed the tarmac at Geneva just after four in the afternoon. Cassie pressed her forehead to the cool oval window, breath fogging the glass as the plane taxied toward the private terminal. Outside, the sun hung low and pale over Lake Geneva. Snow dusted the distant mountain
They arrived at the house just as the city quieted into that late-hour hush. It felt very intimate. Reggie killed the engine, the sudden silence pressing against Cassie’s ears. Her pulse hadn’t slowed since the boutique; if anything, it had climbed higher with every mile, every casual stroke of his
Cassie practically sprinted from the private elevator the second the doors slid open on the thirty-second floor. Her cheeks were on fire, her thighs still trembling from the two, no, three orgasms Reggie had wrung from her in the space of forty-five scandalously late minutes. The marble hallway blu
The SUV’s headlights carved twin tunnels through the dark as they left Asher’s house behind. Maple leaves skittered across the windshield like tiny red warnings. Cassie hugged the garment bags to her chest, the buttery leather of the new coat still warm. The silence inside the car was thick enough







