Club Onyx Charlotte Novels & Stories

Unsure of what to expect from a ´Club´, I am reassured by the surroundings: a crowd of people humming around a bar, chatting, drinking, some dancing. Various doors off, lead to darkened rooms. A smell of chlorine, suggests a pool or jacuzzi somewhere close by, as do couples wandering around wearing only a towel. "Want to look around, Charlotte? We can show you around if you like, or just have a wander if you prefer." "I´ll look around myself, Master."

sign at the back of the club. ******* Outside, the night air was cool, thick with the scent of smoke and the distant ocean breeze. The noise from the club was muffled now, just a deep thump behind the brick wall. Charlotte was sitting on top of one of the big outdoor air-conditioning units, a half-empty bottle of whiskey in her hand. Her legs were crossed, her shoulders slouched, her head tilted back toward the sky. The moonlight casting dark shadows all over the place. Johnny stopped a few steps away, watching her for a second. She looked both beautiful and sad… like a painting coming to life.

"Who knows, you might even change your mind." "I doubt that," his lips curl. "But I'll let you try. Tomorrow night, at my private estate. I'll send the jet in the morning." Closing the phone I set about my work. First stop--Club Roxy. When I arrive at the double doors I realize that while I've changed considerably, this Club Roxy remains the same. It's been ages since I've entered this place and Megara is shocked but also pleased to see me. "Charlotte, doll, you here to perform? We've missed you. We have customers asking about your Swan Lake routine. High rollers that..."

"I love you, Nox. I'll be safe. I promise, and I'll see you tonight. Text me as soon as you land in Savannah." "You text me. Let me know what's happening. No matter what, Charli, I'm there for you." I nodded. "I know. I love you." "I love you, too." Clayton had been right about the private hangar. Lennox didn't own his own plane, but Demetri Enterprises had some kind of leasing contract to ensure that one was always available, whether for him, Oren, or any other high-ranking member of their company. "Are you sure this is okay?" I asked Deloris. "I mean this is a business contract. This isn't business."

"I love you, Nox. I'll be safe. I promise, and I'll see you tonight. Text me as soon as you land in Savannah." "You text me. Let me know what's happening. No matter what, Charli, I'm there for you." I nodded. "I know. I love you." "I love you, too." Clayton had been right about the private hangar. Lennox didn't own his own plane, but Demetri Enterprises had some kind of leasing contract to ensure that one was always available, whether for him, Oren, or any other high-ranking member of their company. "Are you sure this is okay?" I asked Deloris. "I mean this is a business contract. This isn't business."

I have a second thought that I shouldn't have called her but I need someone to talk to because I might have a nervous breakdown anytime soon. "Wake up sleepy head" I answer back half laughing. "Charlotte!" she replies literally screaming and I feel as if her scream will make me deaf someday. "Yes," I reply back. "Long time no see" she continues screaming. "Will you stop screaming because if you don't stop then my ears will start bleeding," I tell her half laughing. "Okay fine" she replies and I know that she is smiling and rolling her eyes. "Where are you and why did you call me so early? Is everything okay?" she continues.

"Why did Regina choose me? What help does she think I could offer?" ------- Later that night..... Luna stepped into the club, the pulsating music enveloping her. Club Onyx exuded exclusivity, its dark elegance a sanctuary for the elites. Inside, the dimly lit lounge pulsed with understated sophistication. Glittering disco balls, floor lamps, and pulsing strobes danced across the club, casting a kaleidoscope of light amidst the dark elegance.

“If the domestics are done, we have a barbecue to get to.” “Barbecue?” I pull back and look up at Knox. He shrugs, a grin teasing the corners of his mouth. “Welcome home party.” “I’ve been back for weeks.” “Yeah, but you weren’t back until you rode that bike. Now you’re really one of us.” Ghost rolls his eyes. “Let’s just hope she doesn’t try to take over the club next.” “She’d probably do a better job,” Charlotte mutters, then turns to go inside. “Still hate her,” Ghost says to no one in particular. “Still want to fuck her though.”

He put down the glass of wine in his hands, stood up from the sofa, and clenched his fists. “Since you have an appointment, we should just talk some other day.” “Nah, just stay seated, Simon. I will go to another room. If you go out now, you will probably run into Charlotte.” Adam said as he pressed down his shoulder, urging him to sit back down before leaving the room. **** On the other side, Charlotte was led inside by the waitress in a short strapless dress. Her breasts were plump, and she had long legs. The walls were made of dark gray marble, with low orange saturation. The lambs were well-designed, and the club was stylish.

he muttered, squinting at the sunlight. "Nothing except drool all over my couch," Charlotte replied dryly, crossing her arms. "But I need you to leave now. I have a very full day ahead of me." "Charlie…" he started to say, reaching toward her. But before he could get close, he was met with the low growl and bared teeth of Loki, who had parked himself between them with all the protectiveness of a dragon guarding treasure. "Tonight is the opening of the first hotel in the Country Club," Charlotte said, her tone sharp but controlled. "It's a big night for me, Blake. Don't ruin it."