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had happened with Grant rule her for all these years. Did
Grant screw my head up so much that I’m not even willing to try to fix what’s
wrong with me? Dammit! Enough is enough. I refuse to let Grant do this to me
any longer. If Amery wants me, even for the briefest of times, I’d be a fool
not to take what he’s offering.
    With a determination she didn’t realize she
possessed, she opened the car door to call him back. “Amery!”
    Instead of slowing, he entered the building without a
backward glance. She stopped, then watched as the door shut behind him. She
stared abjectly at the closed door. If only he’d waited for her, but instead
he’d gone into the club. The same place it’d taken all her gumption three days
ago to enter. When a cold winter wind pushed at her, she hurried across the
parking lot. God, I can’t believe I’m doing this. But even when her hand
wrapped around the handle, she refused to stop. I guess I’d follow that man
through hell – so what does that say about me?
    The warm air caressed her cheeks as she stepped into
the vestibule. Tugging off her gloves, she was in the process of unbuttoning
her jacket when a man she’d never seen before stepped into the small space with
her. His lean body was dressed entirely in black – the same attire that Sanders
had been wearing three nights ago. The only differences were the wicked scar on
the man’s left cheek, his tar black hair, and the dominating presence Sanders
had lacked. This man was no mere bouncer. He was a Dom, she thought wildly. She
tried to calm herself but even as his dark eyes showed concern, fear had her
mouth drying when he stepped closer.
    “I’m sorry but the club doesn’t open until this
evening. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
    Her heart sped up at his words. “Ah…there was a
man…Amery…I mean Master Alastar...” She couldn’t believe she was stumbling over
her words like a young school girl.
    “Shhhh, calm down – no one is going to hurt you.”
When he placed his hand over her shoulder, she jumped back. He held his hands
up in a gesture she was sure that he thought was reassuring, but the sight of
his raised hands had her visibly flinching. This is why I never come here.
There are too many Dominant men who can hurt me.
    ”I’m here to see Master Alastar,” Myrna blurted out
before the man became tired of her theatrics and decided to throw her out. At
the mention of Amery, the man stopped.
    “Master Alastar doesn’t see just anyone off the
street, ma’am, and I’m not sure he’s even here this morning.”
    Crossing her arms over her chest, Myrna tried to
compose herself. “I know he’s here, I rode with him…”
    The man opened his mouth to argue when the door
behind him opened once more, as Master Simon stepped into the already crowded
space.
     “I’ll take care of it, Master Liam.” Simon nodded
towards the door. “We’ll be starting shortly. Why don’t you grab Marissa and
head back to Amberboch Room?”
    The man, who Myrna assumed was Master Liam, without a
word turned and exited the vestibule, leaving her alone with Simon. The silence
dragged on as Simon coolly took in her appearance.
    When she opened her mouth to speak, Simon held up a
hand. “Don’t speak, just listen. I don’t claim to know what exactly is going on
between you and Amery but I know him.”
    She stiffened in response. “We’re friends…”
    “Silence, Mrs. Doherty!” His eyes flashed angrily.
“Your membership here is hanging by a thread – push and I’ll sever it.”
    Shutting her mouth, she bit down on the hot retort
about what he could do with her membership. Frankly she didn’t care about the
membership - but she did care about Amery and she had a feeling she’d hurt him
earlier. A hurt she had to make right.
    She watched as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Are you going to listen now?”
    She nodded.
    “Good. As I was saying, I know Amery and I’ve never
seen him as downhearted as I