Treyâs ownership of the scandalous club.
âBut he got everything back because of you. Donât forget that major detail,â Mason reminded him.
Once Trey realized that his father was being denied the opportunity to throw his hat in the ring, he called Senator Oglesby and politely informed him that if he didnât put Prestonâs name back on the list, then he would have no other choice but to inform the press about Mrs. Oglesbyâs extracurricular activities. Not only was the senatorâs wife a card-carrying member of the Black Door, she had also been fucking Mason on the side. The senator nearly collapsed from shock and embarrassment. After he recovered, he quickly reinstated Prestonâs name, and used his powerful connections to keep Preston from being associated with the Black Door. The rest, as they say, is history.
Though Trey had told Mason about jeopardizing his fatherâs chances of sitting on the Supreme Court, he hadnât told him about unknowingly sleeping with Ariel, his fatherâs wifeâwell, she hadnât been Prestonâs wife at the timeâbecause he still felt guilty about betraying his dad. They had met at the Black Door, when Ariel came to the club wearing her best friendâs mask. He had no idea who she was; the only thing he knew was that they shared an intense chemistry. Their passion was magnetic and they couldnât keep their hands off of each other. They fucked randomly at the club a few times, until his mask fell off one night during their heated lovemaking. The second Ariel saw his face she ran out on him. Fortunately, the situation was working fine for the time being, except now Trey had an unwanted girlfriend. Micheleâwhom he met through his dadârefused to accept the fact that they were mismatched. The only thing that they had in common was sex, and once the sheets cooled off, they argued nonstop. Trey had been trying to break off their relationship for a long time, but she wouldnât hear of it. Michele knew about Treyâs affair with Ariel, and whenever he talked about breaking up, she threatened to tell his father about his deception, but she hadnât said anything yet. So until he could figure out a way of protecting his dad from the truth, heâd have to deal with Micheleâs unwanted affection in order to keep her mouth shut.
âThings are going well for her, but what about you? Are you happy?â Mason asked, with concern in his voice.
Trey dropped his head, hesitated a moment, then looked up at Mason and said, âHappiness is a luxury I canât afford right now.â
Hearing the melancholy tone in his voice, Mason said, âCome on, letâs go down to the club. I think you could use a momentary diversion to cheer you up.â
Mason walked over to his private closet, took out his bronze mask, and handed Trey a plain black mask that he kept on hand in the event one of his boys dropped by and wanted to check out the club.
They took the private staircase that led from Masonâs office to the clubâs entry. âHey, Gee, whatâs up?â Mason asked the clubâs greeter.
âMan, itâs hot up in here tonight.â He shook his hand at the wrist for emphasis. âA group of chicks from the East Side just came in Looking for Mr. Goodbar .â He chuckled. Gee knew from experience that the East Side women came to the club wearing Burberry trench coats in varying colors on the outside, but the same tan and black plaid lining on the inside. They carried designer purses that cost more than his used two-door Jeep, and they had an air of entitlementâas if the expensive trinkets that they wore entitled them to snub anyone out of their über-rich league. But once they crossed the threshold of BD2, and the coats came off, they were as raunchy and wild as the rest of the members, if not more so.
âWhich way did they go?â Trey asked. Heâd been in a