and pushed the button until the
thing came.
Once inside the fancy lift I leaned back against the
wall and closed my eyes. What had I done? I’d had a one night stand with Zeck Evans. He’d spanked my ass, and someone had taken a
photo… I pulled my phone out of my handbag and pulled up an internet search.
With butterflies going crazy in my stomach, I typed in “ Zeck Evans scandal”. As the little circle spun on the screen, my breaths quickened
until I could barely get enough air into my lungs. The elevator dinged that I’d
reached the ground floor, and my phone lit up with a page of results. I
stumbled and reached out for a wall when the headlines hit me. “Right Time
Condones Violence Against Women.” “ Zeck Evans Busted
Hitting Hot Blonde.” “Second Scandal to Hit Right Time’s World Tour.”
Blinking away tears, I pulled the hood up over my head
and made sure my hair was all tucked beneath the black material. Glancing out
the front of the building I could see a mob of what looked like media people.
Unfortunately, they were between the doors and the taxi line. Dammit. This was going to be the walk of
shame to end them all.
“Mademoiselle? Miss?”
“Yes?”
“Would you like some assistance catching a taxi?”
My shoulders slumped in relief.
“That would be excellent. But I need to avoid the
press.”
The man nodded, “Of course, mademoiselle. Please,
follow me.”
Grateful for the help, I followed him to a side door.
He quietly snuck me around to the front and into the most rear taxi.
“Good luck, mademoiselle. I do believe the press are
going to be most insistent with this matter.”
My stomach dropped as the taxi pulled away and headed
to my small apartment. The concierge was right. I could feel it in my bones
that I hadn’t heard the last of the paparazzi.
****
Zeck
Scrubbing my face I paced the living area of my
penthouse suite. Issy had vanished. She must have
overheard us talking, or she checked her phone and saw the reports. Dammit! I wasn’t ready to let her go.
All this shit with the media would blow over. It had with Dillon and Ashlyn, so
it would for us, too.
“ Zeck ? I have spoken with
Brian. He believes he knows who would have taken the photos.”
I turned to face Jas.
“That’s great. But it doesn’t really help. It’s not like
we can undo them being leaked.”
“No, but the band’s lawyers have begun getting the
photos pulled from sites. They were illegally taken without anyone’s
permission. The woman responsible will be facing criminal charges, and of
course a life ban from Brian’s club.”
“A woman did this? Submissive or Domme ?”
Not that it mattered. Brian had promised a camera ban,
and I’d stupidly believed him.
“A submissive. I believe you turned her down several
times last night. Her name is Monique Royale. Brian is most apologetic over
this. He hasn’t got all the evidence he needs yet, but he is going to keep
looking until he does. He’s never had anyone break the no photo rule before,
and he intends to make example of her so no one else get idea.”
I scrubbed my palms over my face. I vaguely remembered
her. She’d come on to me several times and hadn’t seemed to be submissive at
all. Not that I knew how a submissive woman would act.
“Brian had more to tell me.”
Having spent most of the night pleasuring Issy , I was beyond tired. Wariness pulled at every muscle
in my body, and I really didn’t need anything else to be added to my already craptastic day.
“Spit it out, Jas.”
“ Issy is with him. She
attempted to return home this morning, but the press were camped out at her
home. She felt she had nowhere to go, so called Brian. He is with her at the
club.”
My head snapped up.
“Nowhere to go? She should have bloody well stayed
here! Instead of sneaking off on me. Go get her, Jas. Bring my woman back here
where I can keep her safe. She’s too sweet to have to deal with this paparazzi
shit alone.”
Jas sucked in a
thing came.
Once inside the fancy lift I leaned back against the
wall and closed my eyes. What had I done? I’d had a one night stand with Zeck Evans. He’d spanked my ass, and someone had taken a
photo… I pulled my phone out of my handbag and pulled up an internet search.
With butterflies going crazy in my stomach, I typed in “ Zeck Evans scandal”. As the little circle spun on the screen, my breaths quickened
until I could barely get enough air into my lungs. The elevator dinged that I’d
reached the ground floor, and my phone lit up with a page of results. I
stumbled and reached out for a wall when the headlines hit me. “Right Time
Condones Violence Against Women.” “ Zeck Evans Busted
Hitting Hot Blonde.” “Second Scandal to Hit Right Time’s World Tour.”
Blinking away tears, I pulled the hood up over my head
and made sure my hair was all tucked beneath the black material. Glancing out
the front of the building I could see a mob of what looked like media people.
Unfortunately, they were between the doors and the taxi line. Dammit. This was going to be the walk of
shame to end them all.
“Mademoiselle? Miss?”
“Yes?”
“Would you like some assistance catching a taxi?”
My shoulders slumped in relief.
“That would be excellent. But I need to avoid the
press.”
The man nodded, “Of course, mademoiselle. Please,
follow me.”
Grateful for the help, I followed him to a side door.
He quietly snuck me around to the front and into the most rear taxi.
“Good luck, mademoiselle. I do believe the press are
going to be most insistent with this matter.”
My stomach dropped as the taxi pulled away and headed
to my small apartment. The concierge was right. I could feel it in my bones
that I hadn’t heard the last of the paparazzi.
****
Zeck
Scrubbing my face I paced the living area of my
penthouse suite. Issy had vanished. She must have
overheard us talking, or she checked her phone and saw the reports. Dammit! I wasn’t ready to let her go.
All this shit with the media would blow over. It had with Dillon and Ashlyn, so
it would for us, too.
“ Zeck ? I have spoken with
Brian. He believes he knows who would have taken the photos.”
I turned to face Jas.
“That’s great. But it doesn’t really help. It’s not like
we can undo them being leaked.”
“No, but the band’s lawyers have begun getting the
photos pulled from sites. They were illegally taken without anyone’s
permission. The woman responsible will be facing criminal charges, and of
course a life ban from Brian’s club.”
“A woman did this? Submissive or Domme ?”
Not that it mattered. Brian had promised a camera ban,
and I’d stupidly believed him.
“A submissive. I believe you turned her down several
times last night. Her name is Monique Royale. Brian is most apologetic over
this. He hasn’t got all the evidence he needs yet, but he is going to keep
looking until he does. He’s never had anyone break the no photo rule before,
and he intends to make example of her so no one else get idea.”
I scrubbed my palms over my face. I vaguely remembered
her. She’d come on to me several times and hadn’t seemed to be submissive at
all. Not that I knew how a submissive woman would act.
“Brian had more to tell me.”
Having spent most of the night pleasuring Issy , I was beyond tired. Wariness pulled at every muscle
in my body, and I really didn’t need anything else to be added to my already craptastic day.
“Spit it out, Jas.”
“ Issy is with him. She
attempted to return home this morning, but the press were camped out at her
home. She felt she had nowhere to go, so called Brian. He is with her at the
club.”
My head snapped up.
“Nowhere to go? She should have bloody well stayed
here! Instead of sneaking off on me. Go get her, Jas. Bring my woman back here
where I can keep her safe. She’s too sweet to have to deal with this paparazzi
shit alone.”
Jas sucked in a
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