CHAPTER 046 : My Bunny Ipullintoadiscreetdrivewaytuckedbetweentwoabandonedbuildingsandkilltheengine.
Inside,Inodonceatthereceptionistpartsecurity,partfrontdeskillusionandheadfortheprivateelevatorattheback.
Swipemyblackaccesscardacrossthescanner.
Theelevatorhumstolifeandcarriesmedown.
Thesecondthedoorsslideopen,theairchanges.
Denser.Warmer.
Thebasement ispacked,eveninthemiddleofaweekday.
Peopleleanagainstdarkwoodpaneledwalls,sippingdrinksthatcostmorethanmostpeoplesrent.
Somewearmasks.Othersdontbother.
Laughterspillsfromprivateroomsthroaty,darklaughterpunctuatedbytheoccasionalsharpslapofskinagainstskin.
Theresaconstantlowthrumofmusic,morevibrationthansound,designedtostirthebloodwithoutdistractingfromthereal show.
Imovethroughitwithoutblinking.
Amanisonhiskneesinaglassroomtotheright,handscuffedbehindhisback,whileawomaninleatherheelscircleshimlikeprey.
Anotherdooropensbrieflyacrossthehall,revealingtwofigureslockedtogether, shadowsdevouringeachotherhungrily.
Thisplaceisntforthefaintofheart.
Itsnotfortourists.
Itsfortheoneswhounderstandhungerandshameandpleasureastwo sidesofthesamesharpblade.
Anditsmine.
Istepout,bootsheavyonthefloor,headingtowardthesecondcorridorwheremyprivateofficewaits.

Sage,oneoftheclubsmanagers,interceptsmehalfwaythere.
Goodlooking,earlythirties,oliveskin,ajawlinethatbelongsonabillboard.
Hesbeenwithmesincethebeginning.
Before theclubhadwalls.
Beforeitevenhadaname.
Tome,hesnotjuststaff.
Hesfamily.
OneofthefewIhaveleft.
Boss,hesays,fallingintostepbesideme.Wehadasituation.
Idontbreakstride.Iassumeyouvehandledit.
Wepatcheditfornow.Someassholethoughthecouldbringaknifeinandsliceupasubmissive.
Igrunt.Typical.Icanalreadypicturehimat hisdoorstepwithafewbruisesasasouvenir.Okay,maybenotafew.
Wereachmy office.
Iswipemycardagain,theheavydoorunlockingwithasoftclick.
Themomentthedoorclosesbehindus,Itossmykeysonto themassivesteeldeskandsinkintotheleatherchair.
Sagedoesntleave.
Helingers.
Shiftinghisweightfromfoottofootlikehesbuildinguptosomething.
Iglanceup.What? Hehesitates,thensays,Areyoustillsingle? What? Successfullyunlocked! Look,youknowImmarried,right?MymissusthinksImanartist.
Isnort.Idontknowwhy youbotheredgettingmarriedtosomeoneyouhavetolieto.

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Heshrugs.Ilikeher.Idontwanttoscareheroff.
CHAPTER046:MyBunny Alright,Isay,leaningback.Sohowdoesthisconcernme? Shesforcingmetothrowabarbecuethisweekend.Familyandfriends.ShesinsistingIbringsomeofmysingleartistfriendsalongtosetupherdaughter.
Istareathim.
Waitingforthepointto drop.
Youretheonlyonewholooksremotelynormalenoughformetobringhome.Ifiguredyoudpassinspection.Youknow.Ifyou…hidethemurderyvibes.
Ichuckle.ShouldItakethatasacompliment? Itsjust anhour.Tops.Youowemeforditchingmywedding.
Istareathim,deadpan.
EvenifIdidntalreadyhaveagirl,theresnofuckingwayImacknowledginganinvitationlikethat.
Seducesomepoor,unsuspectingdaughterofhiswife? Probably adecentlittlethingtoo,ifSagehastoliethishardaboutwhathe doesforaliving.
Andifthemothersthekindofwomanhehastotiptoearound,thenthedaughterseitheracloneofherorworsesomebrighteyedoptimistwhothinkseverystrangerisagoodmandeepdown.
Imnotdoingthat.
Besides,crowdsarentmything.
TheonlygatheringIcantolerateistheoneatmyclub,wherenobodyspretending.
Whereeveryonesalreadyhalfwaynakedandnobodysaskingpolitequestions aboutwhatyoudoforworkwhilepassingthepotatosalad.
No.
Therealworld? Theclean,sunny,barbecueinthebackyardworld? Thatplaceisntbuiltformenlikeme.
Sage,youremybrother,Isay.YouknowIvalueyou.
Uhhuh.
ButtheresnowayinhellImdoingthat.
Hesighsdramatically.Iknewyoudsaythat.Ivealreadyroundeduptheotherguys.Toldthemtolookdecent.

Ismirkandturntotheinvoiceonmydesk.
Tellmehowitturnsout.Illplacebetsonwhosucceedsinwooingyour stepdaughter.
Yourenotevenalittlebitcurioustomeetmyfamily?hesays,mockoffended.
Should Ibe? Heleansagainsttheedgeofmydesk.Comeon.Iwantmywifetomeetmyboss.Wowherwithyourbigwords.Convinceher Imnotworkingforamobster.
Answersstillno.
Hegroans.Youremissingout.Her daughtersnotbadeither.Ivemetheracoupleoftimes.Sloanesawiseass.Kindalikeyou.
Somethinginmychestgoestight.
YourstepdaughtersnameisSloane?Iask.
Uh,yeah.Why? Whatshersurname? Hesquints,tryingtodigitoutofwhateverhalffunctioningpartof hisbrainstoresrealinformation.Uh…somethingwithanM.Mercer,maybe?Idunno.My wifetookmylastname.Ididntpayattention.
Show meapicture.
Sagefrowns,confused,butpullsouthisphoneanyway.Startsscrolling.
Icanalreadyfeelit.
Thatslow,inevitablepunchoffatewindingupinthepitofmygut.
Hefindswhat heslookingforandthruststhescreeninfrontofme.
CHAPTER046:MyBunny Theresheis.
Pressedawkwardlyagainstanolderwomanssidehairshorter,glassesperchedonhernose,mouthfightingarealsmile.Agirlwhoclearlydidntwanttobeinthepicture.
Agirlwhowasclenchingaroundmycocklessthananhourago.
SloaneMercer, MyBunny.
Andapparently? Myclubmanagersstepdaughter.
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