Chapter 2

The neon glow of the “Black Sky” sign pulsed like a heartbeat against the night.

 I glanced back at my driver one last time, he gave me a small encouraging nod and a thumbs-up, silently telling me to go ahead.

 I forced a smile, wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans, and stepped toward the entrance.

The bouncer at the door barely glanced at my ID card before waving me through with a bored expression.

 I stood frozen at the threshold for nearly fifteen minutes, heart hammering so loudly I was sure the entire street could hear it. 

My fingers clenched and unclenched at my sides. A few people brushed past me, offering casual hellos or curious glances, but I barely registered them.

Just go in, you’ve come this far.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, I pushed open the heavy door and stepped inside.

The club hit me all at once — thumping bass, flashing lights, the scent of alcohol, perfume, and sweat mingling in the air.

 Laughter and chatter rose above the music, for a moment, everything felt electric and strangely liberating. 

I spotted an isolated booth in a dimly lit corner and made my way there, sliding into the seat with my back against the wall.

As I sat there, the buzz of the club slowly worked its magic.

 The heavy beat vibrated through my chest, loosening the knot of anxiety that had been strangling me all day. 

For the first time in hours, I felt… different, alive, maybe even a little daring.

Not long after, a waitress approached,she was stunning — curves hugged by a tight, short black dress that left little to the imagination, her makeup bold and seductive. 

She leaned down slightly, offering a sweet, professional smile.

“What can I get for you tonight, handsome?”

I cleared my throat. “A bottle of your best liquor. Something strong.”

She nodded and disappeared into the crowd, less than two minutes later.

she returned with a full bottle and a glass, setting them down with practiced grace.

“If you need anything else — anything — just let me know,” she said, her voice dropping playfully. “Extra services are available too.”

I nodded, my cheeks warming,she winked and walked away, hips swaying to the rhythm of the music.

I didn’t waste time, I poured the first glass and downed it in two large gulps, the burn sliding down my throat and spreading fire through my veins. 

The second glass followed just as quickly by the third, I could feel eyes on me — a few curious patrons watching the young guy knocking back drinks like he was trying to forget something. 

I didn’t care, the alcohol was doing its job, turning my rigid nerves into warm, liquid courage.

My head grew pleasantly light. 

My body relaxed, shoulders dropping, the constant knot in my stomach finally easing. 

This was it. The moment I had been building toward all evening.

I raised my hand and called the waitress back over.

When she leaned in, I spoke low, barely above the music. “I’d like to request… the service of a call boy. But I have conditions.”

She raised an eyebrow, listening attentively.

“I want a blindfold, i don’t want to see his face, and I don’t want him to see mine clearly either. I don’t want to get nervous… or attached. Just… keep it anonymous.”

She studied me for a second, then nodded with understanding. “I got you,give me a few minutes.”

True to her word, she returned shortly and led me through a side door into a private room at the back of the club. The space was dimly lit, dominated by a large bed with dark sheets. Soft red lighting bathed the walls.

 She handed me a black silk blindfold.

“Are you sure about this?” she asked gently.

I swallowed hard and nodded.

She tied the blindfold securely over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. “I’ll let him know, just relax.”

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving me alone.

I sat on the edge of the bed, hands pressed tightly together in my lap, fingers twisting anxiously. 

Time stretched strangely without sight, every second felt like minutes. 

My heart raced with a dizzying mix of fear, anticipation, and the warm haze of alcohol.

 Was I really doing this? Was I about to lose my virginity to a complete stranger just to prove something to Jayden — and to myself?

The door finally opened again.

Footsteps — heavy, confident — approached the bed. Before I could speak or even brace myself, strong hands shoved me backward onto the mattress. 

The man was bigger than me, his presence overwhelming,rough, calloused hands gripped my waist with surprising strength while the other slid up to tease through my hair, tilting my head back.

I wanted to ask his name.

 I wanted to hear his voice,but the rules I’d set for myself kept me silent. 

This was supposed to be anonymous, no faces,no names. No complications.

So I stayed quiet and surrendered to the moment.

His touch was rough, almost possessive — exactly the kind of intensity I hadn’t known I craved. 

Heat surged through me as his hands explored, stripping away my clothes with impatient efficiency. Cool air kissed my newly exposed skin, making me shiver.

 Then his mouth followed — hot kisses and firm caresses trailing across my chest, my stomach, my thighs. I squirmed beneath him, gasping as waves of unfamiliar pleasure crashed over me.

My mind went blissfully blank, my body responded eagerly, erection straining hard against the last remnants of my hesitation.

 I let myself drown in the sensation, breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

 Shame and excitement twisted together until I couldn’t tell them apart, this was wild and consuming, Everything I had secretly fantasized about.

Then, without warning, the blindfold was ripped away.

I blinked against the sudden light, eyes adjusting slowly. 

When my vision cleared and focused on the man hovering above me, my entire world shattered.

It was Jayden.

My stepbrother.

Standing tall and muscular above me.

His usual mocking smirk was gone, in its place was something far more terrifying — cold, burning anger mixed with dark hunger. 

His eyes bored into mine with an intensity that stole the breath from my lungs.

For nearly five minutes, I couldn’t speak, couldn’t move.

 Shame crashed over me like ice water, freezing me in place. My mind screamed with a thousand frantic questions.

How? Why him? Of all the people in this city… why Jayden?

I scrambled desperately, yanking the sheet up to cover my naked body, trying to hide my exposed shame. 

My hands trembled violently.

“H-how… How could it be you?” I whispered, voice cracking. 

My breath felt trapped in my chest.

Jayden stared down at me, his expression unreadable for a long, heavy moment, the silence stretched unbearably. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, dangerous, laced with something almost unhinged.

“Troy… so you’d rather sell yourself to some garbage off the street than find a better way to get back at me?”

His lips curved into a slow, terrifying smile — not playful mockery this time, but something darker, almost insane with anger.

“Since you’re so desperate to be destroyed, my beloved little brother…” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. “Then let big bro teach you how it’s really done, properly.”

That familiar evil smile spread across his face — the one I knew all too well from years of his taunts.

I had expected rage, I had expected him to hit me, drag me out of here, or humiliate me further, but this? This twisted offer sent pure dread flooding through my veins.

I knew, in that moment, that I was completely doomed.

My mouth opened, words finally fighting their way out.