His presence filled the room. It was similar to Damian's but somehow the smoldering electrical current was just...more. I followed every sexy inch of his body when he crossed the room and stopped about fifteen feet away. TROUBLE! He was the epitome of what I needed to avoid.I knew this had to be Krispin Righteous, and I knew righteous trouble awaited me if I got within arms distance. My heartbeat picked up and for a moment I squeezed my eyes closed and counted to ten. Then, I purposely concentrated on my job and refused to look. He was THE bad boy personified and the type who took me to my lowest level. I'd been here before and if I fell into the cavernous pit with him I would never manage to find my way out. Been there, done that, have the t-shirt, and turned it into a rag to wipe my broken heart off the floor again and again. Now the shirt was nothing more than stringy fibers. I turned my thoughts to Mistress and even without her presence, she calmed me. I pulled in a deep breath a

Nicole was not exactly what I needed, but she was close. Damian made sure I sat and spoke to the eager sub and reviewed her wants and needs as well as her hard limits. She had few, but I was comfortable with only going so far. I remembered what Lydia said about her career and asked her questions during aftercare. It was the first time I worked on enjoying the experience. I was glad I did. Nicole was a medical examiner. I found it fascinating and my usual fifteen minutes turned into an hour.She spoke softly about her work and obviously loved her job. She never asked about my band or for me to sing for her. It was surprisingly pleasant and made me forget the gorgeous brunette sub for a while.Unfortunately, when I left Nicole at the club and went to my room, my dreams were filled with every conceivable first meeting I might have with the mysterious, green-eyed sub. I woke up with a throbbing hard-on and equally throbbing headache. I stepped into a hot shower hoping for relief from at

I'd been to the lounge before and knew the Bosendorfer Imperial waited for me. My fingers couldn't have Lydia's sub, so they craved the next best thing: making music on a beautiful instrument.I was thankful there were few people in the lounge. The Bosendorfer called for Sinatra, as it so often did. My fingers ran across the keys and then I moved the seat to a more comfortable position. The music took over and my voice crooned the classic song using my voice to its best advantage. I lived for music. My personal ensemble consisted of the greatest sounds from every decade; from classical to rap, my gift was memorizing every chord and each word. I went from the baby Abigail induced "Ain't She Sweet" to "Everybody Loves Somebody." The faint applause at the end surprised me. I'd lost myself in the music again and my lips quirked. A waiter stood to the side and I looked at him inquisitively."Sir, there's a lady in the corner and I think you made her cry."Well damn. My eyes went to the c

I paid no attention to the whispers as I stalked through the lobby and into the ground floor bar. The drink clinked down in front of me minutes after I placed the order. I removed the cutesy toothpick and downed the liquid. Then I ordered another."Do you really think two wrongs make a right?" Damian asked.I laughed. It wasn't funny.The next drink slid in front of me but before I could grab it, Damian grabbed and swallowed."Christ, what is this shit?" I was surprised he didn't spit it out."It's warm Mountain Dew with a hot lemon twist.""Is my vodka too high class for you?""I don't drink alcohol. Or, did you forget?""I didn't but that fucking shit needs to be chased with alcohol. Sorry I can't join you in your sobriety but I really need a cold one.""At least you can't be kicked out of your own club.""That's what you think. My wife would kick me out of the hotel using her spiky high heels and not look back. I'm only glad our baby needs a father. Lydia is pretty pissed

"I completely fucked up my life with drugs and alcohol."I saw her mind lose focus and it wasn't where I wanted her to go. My hand slipped under the table and I pinched the inside of her thigh."Oww.""I need you to listen."She smiled slightly and let me continue."I wasn't a pretty drug addict. It consumed me. My music suffered but more than that, my family and friends suffered. I wouldn't listen to them. My new friends provided the drugs. Funny how when you're rich, you don't even need to pay for the high. But I did pay and managed to snort more than a million dollars up my nose. Another mill, I spent on wild parties, alcohol, and anything my druggie friends wanted."I inhaled deeply before continuing. "I hated myself and death was on my horizon but I didn't see it."I looked away. The next part would be the hardest and it might be the end of us before "us" was part of our story. This time it was her sweet hands that turned my chin and I couldn't help but grin."I brought se