Aria’s POV

What the hell was this motherfucker doing here?

I had hoped he couldn’t tell it was me and he couldn’t .. but what if he figured out soon?

The thought sent a jolt of panic through me. Standing before us was the Devil himself—the man who had ruined my life.

He wore a fitted yellow shirt, the top two buttons undone, revealing just enough of his toned chest to be infuriatingly distracting. His pants were impeccably tailored, matching his polished brown shoes. With effortless ease, he swept his wavy hair back, the gesture exuding a casual arrogance that made my stomach twist.

*God, he was handsome.*

It was an unwelcome observation. He looked younger than he had any right to, his sharp features and confident stance commanding attention. I hated that I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

*This was the man who had slept with my best friend.*

The thought was a knife to the ribs. I told myself I didn’t care—but the ache in my chest betrayed me.

“Yes, we’d love to,” Ivy chirped beside me, snapping me back to reality.

I shot her a glare. *Was she insane?*

Did she not recognize him? My father’s best friend. The man who had orchestrated my downfall.

Ivy flashed me a reassuring smile, but it did nothing to ease the dread coiling inside me.

“What’s your name?” His voice was smooth, deceptively casual. But I knew better—this man never spoke without calculation.

“I’m Allison ,” Ivy answered smoothly, “and this is my sister, Emilie.”

Allison and Emilie?

My sister definitely recognized him. She probably didn’t want him to tell our father.. only if she knew I and Wolfe were already playing a dirty game..

And why was he here alone? Why didn’t he come with his beloved Jules since he liked her so much?

The questions spiraled in my mind, each one more terrifying than the last.

Could he recognize me?

He couldn’t.

Right?

I decided to play along.He squeezed my hand with the invitation and dragged me inside.

The building was elegant; the hotel name was embroidered boldly in front.

The way to the party was through the underground club. Wolfe held my hand tightly, and he put on his mask.

“You look amazing together,” Ivy whispered into my ear.

Oh please.

As we stepped into the elevator, I couldn't wait. I prayed for it to reach the club so that I could run away from him.

I came here to let go of my worries, yet my worries followed me here.I think I may have been cursed by someone to this man.

Everywhere was silent; even if a pin dropped, someone could hear it.

And finally—

*Dong.*

The sound of the elevator. We were finally here.

The elevator opened, and Ivy quickly stepped out into the crowd. I couldn’t seem to see where she had wandered off to.

Did she really leave me alone with this man?

Everywhere was bubbling; strippers were dancing barely naked against the pole with only their underwear on.

Their breasts were dangling around ;moving side to side as they danced.

The scent of alcohol and smoke filled the air. The lights of the room were shifting from blue to yellow. Creating a wild and thick atmosphere.

Chairs and tables were arranged around the middle ring where the strippers were dancing.

Guys were spending and splashing dollars, like it was nothing.

The girls here were barely even dressed.

Different calibers of men slapping different sizes of asses as the girls twerked seductively on them.

I had never seen anything like it. I was aroused by just watching them.

“Do you like what you see?” Wolfe said, breaking me from my thoughts. “I had come here looking for someone but I can’t seem to see any sign of her.”

He dragged me to the VIP section.

“Why don't you speak?” he asked me.

I simply nodded; if I had spoken, he’d definitely recognize my voice.

“I have a sore throat,” I said trying to make my voice sound different.

He didn’t reply. Rather, he put on a mischievous smirk that sent a shiver down my spine.

As we reached the VIP section with a sign on it glaring “The Red Room”, i noticed it had different sections . Each section had a bed and chair, a long cushioned chair and some handcuffs hanging above the bed. There was a stripping pole in the middle and lastly, wine.

This was practically Sin City.

“I am intrigued with all that I see; aren’t you?” he said, looking me in the eyes, then progressively shifting his gaze to my breasts.

His intense gaze, the flashbacks of what we had shared together and the atmosphere was already making me horny and wet down there.

Rage boiled in my veins along with desire.

He really thought he could have I and my best friend? Fine.

This wasn’t forgiveness, this was a war and my body was the weapon. I’d fuck him so good he’d forget Jules ever existed.

The mask was my armor.

He might have ruined my life, but tonight, I would make him my plaything.

Fuck it.

I moved closer to him and planted a kiss on his lips.

He didn’t pull back. The softness of his lips against mine sent shivers down my spine. I melted into the kiss, my body molding against his. His tongue slipped past my lips, exploring the contours of my mouth. I moaned softly, my hands gripping his shoulders for support.

He pulled back slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. "Are you sure you want to do this ?”he purred. His hands slid down my back, cupping my ass and giving it a firm squeeze. I gasped, my legs nearly buckling under the intensity of his touch.

“Y-yes I’m sure.”I breathed, my voice trembling with desire.

“Well..one night won’t hurt, Would it?” He whispered.

I bit my lip, meeting his gaze.

And just as I was about to speak..

He silenced me with another kiss, more demanding this time. He bit my bottom lip, hard enough to make me yelp.He reached for the set of chains, the cold metal clinking against each other. He wrapped one around my waist, pulling me close to him. The other he fastened around my wrists, locking them behind my back.

"You’ve asked for this," he growled, his breath hot against my ear. "But I must warn you..it’s just for tonight.”

He reached out, tracing a finger along my collarbone, down between my breasts. He circled my nipples, teasing them until they were hard and aching. I arched my back, silently begging for more.

But he denied me, pulling away with a wicked grin. "Patience, little one. All in good time."

He stood up, his clothes still firmly in place. I whined in frustration, my body screaming for his touch.

He tsked, shaking his head. "You're going to have to earn my attention. If you're a good girl, maybe I'll give you what you want."

He sat down in a chair across from me, spreading his legs wide. He patted his thigh, a clear invitation. "Come here and show me how much you want it."

I hesitated for a moment, unsure. But I had nothing to lose; I was on a mask. It was just one night and after tonight;I swore to myself he’d never get to see me again.

I nuzzled against his thigh, breathing in his musky scent. "Please, Wolfe," I whimpered. "I'll do anything."

He paused.

Weirdly.

Then He smirked down at me, his hand reaching out to tangle in my hair. "Anything?"

I nodded frantically, my tongue darting out to lick at his clothed erection. "Anything," I promised.

He chuckled, his grip on my hair tightening. "Good girl. Now let's see how well you can follow orders."

And with that, he guided my mouth to his cock, ready to teach me the true meaning of submission.

As I put his hard cock in my warm mouth; the next words I heard made me pull back immediately.

“I know it’s you, Aria.”