His Every Fantasy (21 page)

After the pair walked away on already unsteady
legs, Mandy sighed and turned to Hunter. "There is more going on
here than just self-pity isn't there?"

"Yes." Hunter hated to tell her the truth,
afraid it would ruin her night, he would always be brutally honest
with her just as he once promised to. "They are both insanely
jealous that you get to go into the VIP area tonight and they
can’t. They just assumed they would get to follow you in, that is,
until Jett told them otherwise. He told them they would only be
allowed in next weekend with your approval and only after you
deemed it safe for them, which is completely understandable. It
shows you are still looking out for all of us and love us enough to
want us to play safe. But they don’t see it that way. In their
drunkenness, they see it as a betrayal and that you let Jett's
power go to your head."

"Hunter, Jett’s club is vastly different from
the one you guys often go to. He has exceptionally strict rules and
if anyone is found breaking even one of them, they are banned for
life from the whole club, not just the VIP section. He makes damn
sure it stays a safe, friendly and fully accepting environment for
everyone with a strict consent-only policy. Plus, anyone who plans
to go in there to play is prohibited from drinking any alcohol
whatsoever. You have to pass a breathalyzer test with a 0.0 level
to get past the security crew." Mandy explained to
Hunter.

"Is that why you are drinking so much?" He
joked.

"I am not going in to play, I am only getting
a quick tour from the owner himself in what he calls the hall of
windows. No amount of alcohol being consumed by me will keep him
from ordering me in there." She smiled again as she imagined Jett
ordering her in that place.

"Please tell me if it’s none of my business,
but––are you his––submissive, Mandy? Is that the reason for your
expensive and absolutely amazing collar?"

"Yes I am and loving every single minute of
it. But please keep that between the two of us, okay?"

"Well, I’ll be damned. You go with your bad
self, sweetheart. You have my full support, no matter what, you
know that."

Mandy stood to give Hunter a tight hug of
thanks when the hairs on the back of her neck stood up in an all
too familiar and not good at all way. Cold shards of ice ripped at
the inside of her body. It is the same feeling she used to get
whenever David was near. She used to think of it as her internal
alarm that became more precise as the years passed and the abuse
escalated.

She spun on her heel and frantically searched
the club. It had filled up with patrons in short order while she’d
been in her private world talking to Hunter. She scanned every face
she could see in the crowd and dismissed them just as quickly. She
tried to keep her fear pushed down and in check, so she could focus
on pinpointing which direction the sensation was coming from, but
her mind kept bringing up the nightmarish memories that only served
to accelerate her level of panic and fear.

Mandy was in the battle of her life with her
emotions and physical reactions while she tried to overrule them
with cold hard rationality. There was no way David was there, in
Jett’s club and at the same time she decided to move on with her
life. It would be one hell of a eerie coincidence. He was still in
prison where he belonged, she was sure of it. She believed she
still had two weeks before he was released. She tried to calm her
wildly pounding heart and the chills of icy fear racing up and down
her spine. But this was a battle she was afraid, she was going to
lose.

Hunter watched Mandy's face turn from a
flushed red due to alcohol consumption and excitement to the pale
white of the dead. She appeared to be searching the crowd for
someone. He worried the alcohol had caused her to slip into a
flashback as she spun back and forth on her heels searching,
endlessly searching. He gently reached out and put his fingers to
her wrist. He grew alarmed that her pulse was out of control and
racing too damn fast. She was on a one way road straight to heart
attack land. He tried to break through her fear and get her to
answer him and when he couldn’t, he explained the severity to the
bartender and told him to ring Jett now, stating it was an
emergency situation concerning Mandy's well-being and
safety.

Mere seconds later, Hunter saw Jett shoving
his way through the crowd with a contingent of body guards and
looking as fierce as the devil himself. He rushed to Mandy’s side,
took one look at her face and listened as she whispered only one
word, "David," in his ear. It was all it took for him to sweep her
off her feet and into his arms. He gave Hunter a grateful look of
thanks and then turned his attention back to Mandy.

"It’s alright baby, I’m here now. The club is
being searched as are all of the patrons as a precaution. Shh. I’ll
never let any harm come to you just as I promised." He murmured in
her ear and tried to reassure her. She was shaking like a leaf in a
hurricane, her eyes rolling around in her head
frantically.

"It’s me, may be overreacting."

"If I know one thing for sure, it is that you
don’t overreact, ever." He said as they body guards surrounded them
in a circle and guided them both toward the northern gold door,
through it and into the safety of the well hidden panic
room.

The guards entered with them and walked up to
the wall, a security panel of several large screens and watched
every area of the club while remaining in constant contact with
every other security team member. No one found David or any of his
well known associates inside the club. But then again, when word
traveled lightning fast around the club that people were being
searched, several high-tailed it out of the exit door before the
security team could efficiently block it.

Mandy felt terrible and wanted to cry for
putting everyone through so much trouble on her behalf. She didn’t
deserve their diligence at all. She turned and walked away to the
window but not before Jett read her like a book. His instincts told
him there was something they missed and he wasn’t letting her out
of his sight from here on out. He was deeply grateful to Hunter for
his quick thinking and actions.

"Don’t you dare cry, tigress. You have nothing
to feel bad about. I believe in your senses and your gut instinct.
Please stay here with my guards and just relax. I will be right
back, I need to speak to the men and assure Hunter that you are
safe." Jett spoke softly and walked away. But before he could press
in the code to leave the panic room, Mandy called out his name, in
a voice laced with pure terror and fear of the likes he’d never
heard before.

"Come here, tigress." Jett held out his arm
for Mandy, wanting her to feel safe beneath its heavy weight and
warmth. He smiled when she came to him without hesitation and
wrapped her arms tightly around his waist as if he was her only
lifeline.

"Let us be done with this, so we can commence
with the fun, my delectable playmate." He said in a deep voice that
almost had her forgetting her fear as she shivered.

Jett and Mandy went back out into the club and
paused for a moment. He wanted to see if her feeling would come
back and watched her closely.

She shook her head no. She didn’t feel it
anymore. Whoever caused it was gone now, that is, if she hadn’t
been imagining it. She walked under his arm, forcing herself to
stand tall and wiped away before putting her mask of cold
indifference back on. It had served her well in the past and she
prayed it severed her well once again.

While they walked, instinct once again told
her that every woman in the place had one of three things on her
mind: be her, be with her or had already killed her and taken her
spot with Jett in their minds. She knew she should feel flattered
that they felt her worthy of such envious attention, but all it did
was put her back up even more. She still felt the fear crouching in
and mixed with it was a possessiveness of the likes which she had
never felt before. Jett didn’t even notice any of them. He gave her
his unabated attention when he wasn’t discussing business and even
then, he kept a close grip on her at his side.

"Security is now on full alert and all members
will be thoroughly screened before they are allowed entry into the
club. VIP members will pass a second checkpoint for their security
and for yours. If he tries to come back again, we will catch him, I
promise you that, tigress." Jett smiled genuinely. "Oh, security
just told me that Hunter left with your two friends. He was going
to drop them off at home and search your old haunts with one of my
guards as a precaution. He will call me tomorrow with any news."
His look said he was all business but with a suddenness that made
her head spin, it changed to one of sinful sexiness. "Shall we go
and introduce you to my world now?"

"Yes. Please take my mind off the path it is
travelling down. I can’t go there, not ever again Jett." Mandy
begged him to understand. He nodded in understanding.

Mandy audibly gulped and murmured, "I need a
stiff drink first, please master?"

"What is your pleasure, tigress?"

"A hellfire drink and a double shot of
tequila, straight up please." Mandy told the bartender.

"Color me impressed." Jett chuckled and
watched her down the tequila in one gulp without so much as a
grimace, only a sigh of satisfaction. Mandy chuckled at Jett's wide
eyes and raised eyebrows. "Don’t look so shocked, my master. You
were the one who named me tigress after all." she
smirked.

"You saucy wench." Jett growled deeply and
gave her bum a hard smack then watched with pleasure as the
passionate desire grew again in her eyes. He would never get tired
of seeing her turn passionate. "Viewing hall. Now. I desire to see
what excites your––senses."

With those words, her body turned into molten
lava and was ready to explode. She gazed at Jett with hooded eyes
and watched him stare at her, his eyes undressed her body with slow
agonizing delight. How could she say no when he looked at her like
that?

She gave him her sauciest, most sinful smile
and purred, "As you wish, almighty master––"

Jett glared, and interrupted with a growl,
"Don’t. Finish. That. Sentence. I’m warning you, tigress. Not
unless you want to be publicly flogged and naked too."

Maintaining her sinful heated look she leaned
forward, pressed her breasts against the front of his chest and
whispered in a smoky voice in his ear, "Mm. What if I want you to
punish me later?"

"Don’t worry, you will be." Jett growled and
leaned his head down, kissed and bit her nipple right through the
fabric of the vest, caught her before she collapsed on the floor
and chuckled. Jett felt Mandy shiver with delight.

Positive now that the alcohol was rushing its
way through her veins, Jett escorted her through the crowd with
pride and in a hurry, he needed to sink home within her wet warmth
again. His shoulder raised and his chest puffed out when he noticed
every man in the club drooling over his woman.

At the locked golden door on the opposite side
of club from the one they’d entered before, Jett introduced Mandy
to the one in charge of all of his security. "Mandy, I’d like you
to meet Mr. Rylan Damian, the man in charge of all of the security
in this place and over my apartments. He’s also a veteran police
detective on the force who can find anyone who has been reported
missing. He’s my best friend and my adopted brother since I turned
eight years of age." Jett explained.

Mandy was amazed that Jett gave so much away.
It was a sign of trust and warmed her heart. She schooled her face
into a warm smile and offered Rylan her hand to shake.

"Nonsense. I prefer to hug beautiful women and
you are definitely the most beautiful and the first my brother has
introduced me to." Rylan chuckled warmly and stepped quickly toward
Mandy.

Mandy’s initial reaction on the other hand,
was to jump backward, trying to crawl into Jett’s chest as fear
overtook her, mind and body.

"Oh shit. Sweetheart, I’m terribly sorry. I
never meant to frighten you, only to compliment. I have two young
daughters of my own and a beautiful wife, waiting for me at home.
Please forgive me. I truly am sorry."

Rylan’s warm voice and demeanor reminded Mandy
of her older brother James. She lost him to cancer six years
before. Rylan's handsome and aristocratic face was exceptionally
similar to her own and to her brother James's as well.

Mandy sensed that Rylan was an exceptional and
caring person, husband and father. Love and pride swam in his eyes
when he spoke of his wife and children. It was quite endearing. She
further sensed a kindred spirit in Rylan on a very deep level that
made no sense to her. Rylan felt strangely like––family.

"It is I, who must ask your forgiveness,
Rylan. I fear my eyes deceived me. I could have sworn I saw the
ghost of my beloved big brother, James in you. He died of cancer
some years ago." Mandy murmured. Tears welled in her eyes and she
wasn’t sure why she was blurting out such personal information
about her past to a complete stranger. Even if that stranger could
pass as her brother’s identical twin. Her mouth blurted out her
thoughts before she could stop it.