Free The Last Dance by Angelica Chase Page A

situation. I had to look out for my son. She didn’t care at all about his wellbeing. She moved in with me at my insistence, and I did whatever she wanted within reason to keep her sated enough to have him. When he was born, she didn’t look at him, not once. She had moved out a week before she delivered, after I told her she would never have me again. I had my son and I didn’t want a damn thing from her. He was healthy and I could finally breathe again. Her career was starting to take off and she had alienated most of the regulars at The Rabbit Hole, so she signed over the club to me as a kind of payoff. I didn’t want it at first but she insisted, saying I wasn’t going to get her for child support later, so we made another deal. She signed away her rights and I would take the club.”
    “Jesus,” I said, looking over at Bryce who looked back at us as we stared at him.
    “You would never suspect her to be this way in passing. The way people hide who they truly are sometimes is fascinating. She was beautiful, smart, articulate and deep down the most disgusting human I have ever known,” he said, gripping the counter top behind him. “When he was born, I ordered a paternity test just to confirm. I didn’t want to challenge her while she was pregnant and give her a good excuse to abort. I went through hell, but for good reason,” he said, looking over my shoulder at Bryce.
    “Oh, he’s all you,” I said, waving at him as he banged on his Play-doh workshop with a plastic hammer.
    Rhys grinned. “Don’t I know it.” I turned to him and watched him watch his son.
    “Whatever you had to do, you did good, and here he is,” I said, beaming at Bryce as he banged away with his hammer.

    It had been an amazing month filled with endless nights of laughter, sex, large amounts of quality time with Bryce, and we were just scratching the surface. We had started something real, something tangible, something meaningful. I was becoming more and more comfortable with our unusual new dynamic, and Rhys made sure to shake things up a bit in the bedroom. He had finally sold the club and tonight was going to be his last night as the owner. He had found buyers who intended on taking it over as the kink haven it was meant to be. The older, experienced couple who frequented the club couldn’t bear to lose one of the only available and safe places for those like me to explore their sexuality. I’d met them the day the sale closed and was thrilled about the fact that the curious, those who needed guidance and direction into the unknown, would find their refuge at The Rabbit Hole like I had.
    I had come here for a sexual revolution and ended up with much, much more.
    I had found refuge from my failed false start in the arms of a dominating and caring man. One I loved so feverishly, everyday thoughts of him were torturous. A man who had captured my heart, body, and mind, and I had no hope of fighting it. I didn’t want to. It seemed like neither of our thirsts for each other would ever be quenched. We spent our days fighting the world and our nights taking our stresses out on each other in the most amazing way.
    I had just received notice that I would have to face my attacker in court the first week of the new year, and other than the stress of having to face the monster who had almost ended the life I had just really started to live it, I couldn’t be happier.
    It was still light out when I entered the club to greet Tara. I knew that Rhys would be here for at least an hour or so before getting Bryce and bringing him to his family for the holiday, so I texted him to make sure he was here. This was our meeting place after all, it held a small amount of sentimental value, though our relationship had developed beyond just sex. I told him I would be busy with friends and family on Christmas Eve to throw him. My intentions were to make his last night as the club owner memorable.
    His reaction to my sudden appearance, the parting of his