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Chapter 6 The Invincible Trap

  • (Kailani Zaine’s POV)
  • Seven years later,
  • At the Desire Parlour, Lurds.
  • The capital city of the West Region,
  • The kingdom of Wahala...
  • “The girls are for you to see, not to touch, Marc. Learn the difference. If you as much as lay your hands on them without their consent again, I will ban you from the Desire Parlour. Do you understand?” I ask the middle-aged man still nursing his bruised jaw from the fist of my guard. He was at the care unit of my parlour. This was where those hurt during physical altercation came to get treated.
  • He nodded vigorously, “Yes mistress.”
  • I smiled at him. “Good.” my hand lifted to stroke his face, and I ran it over his jaw and down his neck, earning a thick moan from his throat. “That’s my good boy. Did you spend enough money tonight?” I asked, watching his eyes shutter as he tried to enjoy my touch for as long as he could.
  • “I spent all I had, mistress.” His lashes fluttered and his gaze locked on mine. He meant what he said in honesty.
  • My hand danced over his shoulder and then his chest and he gripped the arm of the chair he sat on, knowing he couldn’t touch me even if he wanted to. “I hope that’s enough. I really want to see you after the show ends.” I immediately withdrew my hand, and a whimper escaped his mouth. Without looking back, I turn my back and headed out of the care unit.
  • Marc was one of the parlour’s fervent customers and a lover of the girls here. It could be a weakness, but I’ve already grown attached to him, which is why his aggressive behaviour with Jane received a pardon. I wouldn’t classify Marc as a decent man, but he has had much restraint and showed respect for the act. That’s why, after over six years, he’s still here and as loyal as ever.
  • He lost it today because I didn’t come in person to give him a formal welcome for his thirtieth-night-in-a-row attendance and instead sent Jane, who was my second in charge.
  • “Mistress, you’re all I’ve ever wanted.”
  • “We all know it’s the full moon talking.” I sang back and closed the door as I stepped out.
  • Jane Karnap, my first-hand Maiden at the parlour, approach me as I tried to sneak into my inner chambers and freshen up before the night ends and the highest spender gets sent in.
  • “Mistress, a man is waiting for you at the counter. He says he knows you,” she informed me.
  • I shrugged mildly. “Many people know me, Jane.”
  • “Most people here know you as mistress, but he called you Kailani Zaine.” my eyes registered a little fear of whoever Jane spoke of. It made me wonder who it might be.
  • I had every right to be worried. Most people here knew me as sire or mistress and I only disclosed my real name to those very close to me. Whoever this was must have known me in the past, perhaps even before I opened Desire Parlour.
  • “Where is he?” my brow raised, and she points to the left corner of the room and my eyes followed. They soon landed on the man that appeared rather familiar. My brain did a quick recess trying to find out where and how I knew the man waiting for me. I had to have my information complete before I approach him. He had short black hair, thick brows, high cheekbone, red full lips, and mischievousness hovered in his eyes. He looked so gorgeous just from the side of his face I can see and I wanted to have his mouth explore a few places on my body. He looked so in control despite everything happening around him, he would know how to use my body right.
  • Why was I so affected by this stranger?
  • Why was it so hard to remember?
  • As if he heard my thought, his head swivelled around and in the same second our eyes met. I remember that piercing gaze instantly and it caused a panic that surged into my eyes. He was the one from over seven years ago, the one that stepped in to defend my cause against the men who only hoped to violate me. He was the one that took me home and offered me his bed for a comfortable night’s sleep. Well, that would have been a romantic story if I didn’t take his two thousand pieces of gold.
  • He was Edward Ainsworth, crowned prince of this kingdom.
  • Although I didn’t know who he was when I stole from him seven years ago, I soon found out and realised who I had crossed. I never stopped thinking about him and hoped to never meet again. Here he was now in my parlour, staring at me with a gaze I couldn’t read.
  • I have imagined what this day would be like for the longest time. I wondered if I’d be bold enough to hold my head up the day it comes and I never could answer that question. Today, however, seeing him, I know I am not ready to meet him. Not here, not now.
  • I turned away and walked, more like running into the pleasure chambers, and shut the door behind me. My eyes fluttered and my heart hammered in my chest and I tried to regulate it mentally, but there was no regulating. Nemesis was in my parlour and I couldn’t escape or sweet talk it away.
  • I moved to the counter on the left side of the chamber and reached for the bottle of wine. I opened and poured it into the cup beside it, then took it to my lips.
  • My world was on fire, and my heart was racing. Everything I’ve built in the last six years is on the line and I might lose it.
  • I saw the way he looked at me. He had already thought this out and was only following through with it. He looked confident, as he should be.
  • I couldn’t let this distract me. I had a business to run, clients and victims to please.
  • I called to Romeo, my guard positioned at the door, and I gave him strict instructions about the man at the parlour, as well as instructions for Jane to follow. He nodded and left to carry it out. I poured myself another cup of wine and emptied it down my throat. Everything will fall into place from here on.
  • Usually, I’d only return to the pleasure chambers after the highest spender for the night had been announced, but I had already instructed them what to do and so I took the time to shower and get ready for my part.
  • I am ready thirty minutes later, changing from my slim hand, short flay dress to an even shorter lacy gown that stopped at my mid-thigh. I picked up its jacket and shrugged it over my shoulder.
  • I grabbed the glass bottle of lily-scented perfume and sprayed it on.
  • “You’re taking so much longer than I expected, mistress. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re avoiding me.”
  • The bottle slipped off my hand to the floor and broke into pieces, its content pouring onto the floor.
  • The voice of the man in my inner chamber was the one I couldn’t miss anywhere. This was the same man I told my guard to get rid of.
  • Who am I kidding? Romeo could never get rid of Edward Ainsworth in this life or the next. The devil outmatched Romeo in every way. I remember how vicious his attack was. He was a man of great strength and even Romeo in all his abilities could not match him.
  • I hope he didn’t cause a scene to get in. Scrutiny from the indigenes of Lurds is the last thing I need.
  • He was in my inner Chambers, and that meant there was no escaping fate. I opened the door and stepped out.
  • Edward Ainsworth, the man I ran away from seven years ago, now sat in my pleasure chambers on the chair before the table with his left elbow on the arm of the chair. His blue eyes danced over the red lacy gown reaching my thigh, which barely kept anything on my body hidden.
  • “How long has it been? Seven years?” He asked when his eyes finally lifted to fix on mine. “I think that’s long enough to figure out how this day is going to go. Come sit, we have a long way to go.”
  • Helplessness flashed in my eyes as I stared at him, but knowing I had no way out of this, I swallowed and took a step forward. I reached the chair on the opposite side of the table where he sat and began pulling at it.
  • He spoke again. “What are you doing?”
  • “Taking a sit.”
  • “That’s not your seat,” he said matter-of-factly.
  • I stared at him in confusion, “There are only two chairs around this table, sir.” my voice came out too meek and his eyes narrowed on mine. He had reasons to doubt this side of me. I was barely this meek and he could tell.
  • He smirks, “There’s another.” And he pointed to his lap covered with the black trousers he had on. He wanted me seated on him.
  • I flushed, “But, sir...” that act would be normal if we didn’t share history.
  • “What? I thought you get to sit on the laps of the highest spender every night?” his voice hardened at the last part of his question.
  • It seemed as though he had gotten a formal orientation of how the Desire parlour works. From whom? I wonder.
  • “Yes.” I bit my lips, feeling ashamed of my job for the first time.
  • He arched a brow at me. “Well, don’t you think I deserve one? After all, I know for a fact that my two thousand pieces of gold contributed to the success of your parlour. So what do you say?”
  • I uttered no word in response, and I just watched him, hoping the ground would open up and swallow me or I’d disappear to a place he’d never find me. “Come, sit on my lap. We have a lot to talk about.”
  • I didn’t move. I know nothing good would come from this. The last time I saw him, I wronged him and took his gold. Any sane man would want revenge and I know that’s what he wanted too, despite not sounding like it.
  • “We don’t have all night, Kailani!” he snapped with a rigid voice that made me jump on my stand. Goosebumps scattered all over my body and I trembled from the inside out and he saw it, too. Turned out my inability to follow his command had triggered him and that was not good.
  • The last thing I wanted to do was disobey him, not when he looked so terrifying and not when I was all alone with him.
  • I dropped the robe off my shoulder, leaving me in the see-through lacy underwear. Dragging in a deep breath, I strode towards the handsome devil in the centre of the room with a mischievous smirk on his face.
  • He is not the first man. Deep breath, it will be over soon. I tell myself.