. He’d broken his own rule and fallen in love with her; he was way in over his head. What he was going to do about it, though, he had no idea.
Soft knocking at the door derailed his train of thought as he looked up toward the double mahogany doors that entered into his office suite.
“Myles ? This came for you. It was delivered to the bar upstairs.” A small, sprite-like woman with brown hair in a bouncy ponytail and deep brown eyes entered his room and practically skipped to his desk. Molly was the only really good thing he’d ever done . A dear friend, but also his bar manager for the club. She was barely into her twenties when he’d found her on the street corner selling her body to feed her little brother after their mother’s sudden death . Molly reminded him more of a kid sister than anything else, and he’d never questioned his decision to take them both in. Rylie was only ten, a big burden for Molly, but she bore it with grace and took very good care of him. Myles gave her a job managing his bar, helped her get custody of Rylie, and rented them an apartment until Molly could get on her feet. They were family, and since he never intended to fall in love again or start a family of his own, they were the only one he would ever have.
“Thanks , Molly. Can we push the business meeting back an hour today? I’ve got to get some things taken care o f before I can look at numbers. ” The brown-eyed little sister he never had nodded, but the look on her face gave away the fact that she suspected there was more to it than he was just busy. For such a young girl, she had a good head on her shoulders and could always read people, even when they tried to hide something. Closing his eyes, scrubbing a tough hand over his face, he looked back at the picture on his desk and traced the outline of the woman there; remembering the way her body felt in his hands like it was made just for him and no one else. Shaking himself, he set the picture in a drawer as if it would do any good to hide it. She was part of him, had been from the beginning, maybe even since before either of them were born, but if he kept obsessing over the way he felt about her, he’d make an ass of himself when she came by the club. Besides, the beautifully assembled envelope in front of him required his immediate attention. Pulling on a gold satin ribbon, the black envelope fell open. Inside was a stunning, gold-filigree embossed card that made him grin from ear to ear.
Mr. Evan Daniels and Miss Rissa Trent humbly request your presence at their collaring ceremony and wedding this weekend. The wedding to be held at St. Anne’s Cathedral at two o’clock in the afternoon on Saturday, followed by a come-and-go reception in the church fellowship hall. The collaring ceremony will be held at ten o’clock in the evening at The Devil’s Boudoir . Please RSVP as soon as possible to confirm your attendance, and please be sure to include the name of your plus one.
“ Well, well, well , looks like lil’ Reeses is doing just fine.” Myles had been the one to bring Rissa into the world of BDSM and initially introduced her to Evan. To see the two of them now collared and married would be something he wouldn’t miss for the world . Aside from Rylie and Molly, there were no two other people he cared more for in this world than Rissa and Evan. Except Arianna. His eyes drifted to the bottom of the card. Plus one. It’d been so long since he had a plus one, and while he desperately ached to have Arianna at his side, a collaring was incredibly emotional to witness and couldn’t be experienced with just anybody . Then again, Arianna wasn’t just anybody, no matter how hard he tried to convince himself that she was.
Chapter Two
Arianna sat in her car parked outside of The Iron Cuff and looked at herself in the mirror, mentally scolding herself for even being there. Myles D’Kent was a Dom . Not HER Dom, just a Dom. That was the way he wanted it, and she’d
Soft knocking at the door derailed his train of thought as he looked up toward the double mahogany doors that entered into his office suite.
“Myles ? This came for you. It was delivered to the bar upstairs.” A small, sprite-like woman with brown hair in a bouncy ponytail and deep brown eyes entered his room and practically skipped to his desk. Molly was the only really good thing he’d ever done . A dear friend, but also his bar manager for the club. She was barely into her twenties when he’d found her on the street corner selling her body to feed her little brother after their mother’s sudden death . Molly reminded him more of a kid sister than anything else, and he’d never questioned his decision to take them both in. Rylie was only ten, a big burden for Molly, but she bore it with grace and took very good care of him. Myles gave her a job managing his bar, helped her get custody of Rylie, and rented them an apartment until Molly could get on her feet. They were family, and since he never intended to fall in love again or start a family of his own, they were the only one he would ever have.
“Thanks , Molly. Can we push the business meeting back an hour today? I’ve got to get some things taken care o f before I can look at numbers. ” The brown-eyed little sister he never had nodded, but the look on her face gave away the fact that she suspected there was more to it than he was just busy. For such a young girl, she had a good head on her shoulders and could always read people, even when they tried to hide something. Closing his eyes, scrubbing a tough hand over his face, he looked back at the picture on his desk and traced the outline of the woman there; remembering the way her body felt in his hands like it was made just for him and no one else. Shaking himself, he set the picture in a drawer as if it would do any good to hide it. She was part of him, had been from the beginning, maybe even since before either of them were born, but if he kept obsessing over the way he felt about her, he’d make an ass of himself when she came by the club. Besides, the beautifully assembled envelope in front of him required his immediate attention. Pulling on a gold satin ribbon, the black envelope fell open. Inside was a stunning, gold-filigree embossed card that made him grin from ear to ear.
Mr. Evan Daniels and Miss Rissa Trent humbly request your presence at their collaring ceremony and wedding this weekend. The wedding to be held at St. Anne’s Cathedral at two o’clock in the afternoon on Saturday, followed by a come-and-go reception in the church fellowship hall. The collaring ceremony will be held at ten o’clock in the evening at The Devil’s Boudoir . Please RSVP as soon as possible to confirm your attendance, and please be sure to include the name of your plus one.
“ Well, well, well , looks like lil’ Reeses is doing just fine.” Myles had been the one to bring Rissa into the world of BDSM and initially introduced her to Evan. To see the two of them now collared and married would be something he wouldn’t miss for the world . Aside from Rylie and Molly, there were no two other people he cared more for in this world than Rissa and Evan. Except Arianna. His eyes drifted to the bottom of the card. Plus one. It’d been so long since he had a plus one, and while he desperately ached to have Arianna at his side, a collaring was incredibly emotional to witness and couldn’t be experienced with just anybody . Then again, Arianna wasn’t just anybody, no matter how hard he tried to convince himself that she was.
Chapter Two
Arianna sat in her car parked outside of The Iron Cuff and looked at herself in the mirror, mentally scolding herself for even being there. Myles D’Kent was a Dom . Not HER Dom, just a Dom. That was the way he wanted it, and she’d
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