Go fuck yourself
‘Poor thing? Did this woman, whoever the hell she is, refer to me as a poor thing?’
“U. U,” Maxine called, interrupting my thoughts as he walked up to us. He gave me a hug, and shook hands with Castello, ignoring the blond, who was staring at him, all smiles.
“Maxine,” the blond called. “Surely, I’m not that invincible.” She giggled.
Maxine nodded and turned to her. “Henri, It’s nice to see you again.” He said in a clipped tone.
‘Henri!’ The name struck me. She must be the one, the Henrietta Hollis had been speaking to days ago. ‘you must be kidding me’
Henri turned to Castello, then to me. “Mrs. Genovese,” she called in such a comical voice. “Pretty great to meet you in person.” She added, in a mocking tone and stretched forth her hand for a handshake.
I stared at her stretched hand and shook my head. “Go fuck yourself,” I told her and started walking away.
Castello followed me right behind, pushing his arms behind me as a form of protection. But his hands never got to touch my body.
Henri called after us, “Excuse me, what the hell was that for? You don’t think you can keep Hollis Genovese all to yourself because of the word, marriage. Are you for real?”
I stopped walking and turned to her, ready to give her a piece of my mind, but my Gentleman brother-in-law, Castello, beat me to it. “You heard the Queen, fuck off.” He warned Henri in the most icy tone I’ve ever heard him use.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.
She was about to say something else when Maxine cut her off. “Don’t you dare say another word?” He warned. “You’d be doing yourself a great favor if you get your sorry ass out of here this minute.” He added.
Henri looked at him, shocked. Her gaze traveled to Castello and finally rested on me. I smiled scornfully at her. “I’m sorry.” She said to no one in particular and left for the bar.
“He’s in his office,” Maxine called after us. He flashed a small smile at me.”I have to go now. Gotta keep an eye on our customers.” He explained and turned away.
“Do you want to go see your husband?” Castello asked.
I shook my head and pointed to the small corridor that led to those rooms I saw the first day at the club. “I want to see those.”
He nodded. “This is your Club, you may do as you wish. Come… I’ll show you the entrance we’ll be using to access those rooms tonight.”
We started heading to the other part of the room. “Need a drink?” Castello asked as a server with flutes of champagne strolled by.
I nodded and he grabbed two glasses and handed one to me. As we continued walking down, I tuned-in my eyes more, letting it scan the dark room. I saw a woman holding a leash that was connected to the neck of a shirtless man beside her. A group of sophisticated young rich men were seated at one of the tables while a server rolled out cards for them.
My eyes caught on a girl kneeling next to one of the gambling men. Except for a pink pant and nipple covers, she was naked. The man she was kneeling next to was stroking her hair while staring at his card while the girl appeared very content and even nuzzled her head closer to his leg.
The image made me feel disgusted, wondering how someone would be so content with being petted on the hair. I took another look at the scene, while Castello stood and allowed me that moment. That was one of the things I loved about him; he always knew what to do and when to do it without making me feel terrible.
I noticed we had stopped walking. But when I turned to Castello, he was speaking to someone in a hushed tone. My eyes caught on a pair of eyes watching me from across the room, stealing my thoughts away from the woman on her knees. He was a young-looking wealthy man, judging from his outfit. Probably in his early thirties.
His gaze deepened, and even when he noticed that I was staring right back at him, it didn’t make him stop. A slight fear settled over me at the thought that he could be someone I needed to be wary of.
I gulped down my champagne and Castello took the empty glass from me, replacing it with another one. Even though he was still speaking to someone, he still had his attention on me.
“Ready to go?” Castello asked when I gulped down the second glass of champagne.
“Yes,” I told him. “Let’s go.”
He took the second glass from me and handed it over to one of the servers passing by. Not bothering to introduce me to the man he was speaking with, we left the spot. The man he was speaking with bowed his head as a form of greeting when I passed him. Castello led me around the room, and we came to a long hallway that had different closed mini-rooms.
The bouncer manning the entrance stepped aside for us to pass through. The long hallway was almost dark, but I was able to make out a few people, about five or six of them, standing in front of a man wearing a dark suit. We entered fully into a dark hallway that was so long that I had to stretch my eyes to see if it had an end at all.
As we walked down, Castello pointed to the doors of each of the mini rooms we passed and explained, “The doors lead to the viewing rooms.”
He pushed one of the rooms open to show me more and I noticed a thick glass serving as a wall of some sort. But the glass offered a clear view of the rooms in front of us.
“You can see the people in any of the rooms, but they can’t see you.” He explained.