Chapter 171 Make Sure You Have The Time Of Your L…
The waiter gave a slight shake of his head, still smiling politely. “I’m afraid that’s beyond my reach, sir.
Ryland studied him for a moment, suspicion flickering in his eyes. The man didn’t seem to be lying, so Ryland couldn’t help wondering if Renee had steered him wrong.
The waiter then offered a suggestion, his voice smooth. “Perhaps your friend is in the VIP room, sir. Would you like to take a look?”
The mention of the VIP room sparked a glimmer of hope in Ryland’s chest. His curiosity kicked in, and he quickly tried to mask his eagerness. “Can you show me where it is?”
“Of course,” the waiter replied with a nod. “Right this way.”
Ryland followed, his footsteps echoing down a narrow corridor. The lighting dimmed, replaced by flickering neon hues that bathed the walls in an almost eerie glow–like something straight out of a gritty nightclub. The air was thick with the scent of cheap perfume, a cloying reminder of its unrefined atmosphere.
The whole setup felt… off. Why would the VIP room be tucked away in such a hidden passage? And the atmosphere–so seedy. It was starting to feel
like a bad idea.
“Is this the way to the VIP room?” Ryland’s voice slipped out, half in
disbelief.
“Yes, sir,” the waiter answered, his tone unwavering. “Just ahead.”
Ryland hesitated. Renee had warned him to be cautious, and everything about this place screamed trouble. Still, something in him urged him forward, even though he couldn’t put his finger on what made him so
uneasy.
“It’s right up ahead.” the waiter assured him, his tone smooth and unwavering.
Ryland lifted his gaze and, sure enough, a door loomed just ahead.
He stepped forward, narrowing his eyes to check for a VIP sign, but before he could get a clear look, the waiter had already pushed the door open.
“Hey, you-” Ryland’s words caught in his throat. He froze.
Inside, the scene was a shock to his senses. The room was filled with scantily clad men and women, their bodies draped in barely–there fabric, with some fully naked and tangled in each other in groups.
It was a chaotic, hedonistic mess that left Ryland standing there, speechless and completely taken aback. For several moments, he couldn’t even move. His mind struggled to process the unexpected sight. Finally, he snapped out of it and made a desperate attempt to retreat, but as he turned, two large men grabbed him, holding him firmly by the arms.
Ryland’s heart pounded in his chest, panic beginning to rise in his throat. “I’m sorry… I’m just looking for someone. I didn’t mean to–Waiter! Waiter!”
The waiter who had brought him there maintained that same unnervingly polite smile, nodding slightly as though nothing unusual was happening. “Enjoy your stay, sir,” he said, his tone almost too calm.
Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked away.
Ryland’s desperation bloomed as he shouted after him, “Wait! Wait, don’t go! Let me go! I didn’t see anything, I swear! I’ll leave, just let me out!”
But the door swung closed right before him, cutting off his frantic pleas.
Ryland, dressed sharply and looking entirely out of place, found himself trapped in a dimly lit room, surrounded by nearly a dozen naked men and
women.
He didn’t even know where to rest his gaze–no matter where he turned, all he saw were bare bodies tangled together in a haze of sweat and desire.
His only option was to lower his head, silently begging the universe–or better yet, Renee–to swoop in and save him from this nightmare.
“Well, hello there, handsome. Feel like having a little fun with me? You look delicious, and I couldn’t wait to dominate you.”
A woman, all curves and confidence, slinked toward him, her fingers grazing his jaw with a feather–light touch. Ryland flinched, jerking his head away as if her touch burned.
His rejection only seemed to thrill her more. With a wicked smirk, she pushed him to a chair and straddled him on his lap, settling in as if she belonged there.
“Don’t be shy, sweetheart,” she teased, pressing against him. “First time? No worries, we’ll take good care of you. You’re in for a treat.”
Ryland swallowed hard, his pulse thundering in his ears. “I’m sorry, but I’m really not here for this.” His voice was strained, edged with desperation. He turned toward the two men gripping his arms, his eyes pleading. “Please, just let me go, alright? I swear, I won’t breathe a word about this place. It’ll be like I was never here.”
The woman on his lap toyed with him, her fingers trailing lightly over his face, tracing his jawline with a teasing touch. With his hands bound, he was powerless to stop her, completely at her mercy.
“You want to leave? But darling… our boss was very clear… Our job is to make sure you have the time of your life.”
