Page 42 of Forget Your Morals

I haven’t spentany time in the main club before and I feel like a fish out of water. My little black dress hugs every curve and my bejeweled mask hides half of my face. My blonde hair is curled, and in loose waves as I grab a drink and walk around the space.

I’m not even sure how to approach someone. I’m not interested in meeting anyone new. The only thing I want is to know who my mystery man is.

All the men are wearing suits, which is so fucking unhelpful as I search for Mr. Wayne.

If only I had a little bat signal.

A man approaches me and I swallow thickly. His jaw is sharp, and his mask doesn’t hide his deep brown eyes well as he steps in front of me.

“Hello.”

“Hi,” I reply kindly.

“Is this your first time here?” he asks, and I nod.

“Yes, well, this part of the club.”

He tilts his head in confusion, and I already know he isn’t my mystery man. My interest immediately depletes.

God, I’m pathetic—at least I’m self aware.

“I’m actually looking for someone,” I tell him.

“Oh, room for a third?” he says, leaning against the table.

I look him up and down and actually contemplate it. You know, two guys fucking me at the same time doesn’t seem so bad.

“Fuck off,” a familiar voice says behind the blond man who didn’t even give me his name before suggesting a threesome—you gotta appreciate sex club etiquette.

He holds his hands up in mock surrender, not wanting to deal with our drama as he walks away. I watch the blond man leave, and my heart races as I prepare for this confrontation.

He said this place was for desperate, pathetic people. The thought of Lincoln being a member of Avalon didn’t even cross my mind—this place is supposed to be beneath him.

There’s a golden mask covering his face, his dark hair loose and his suit pristine as he glares at me with his piercing blue-green eyes.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he grates out, grabbing my arm to lead me out of the entrance.

I tug my arm away and cross my arms.

“What am I doing here? What are you doing here? I thought this place was pathetic,” I say, sneering his words back at him.

“It is. It’s why I’m here. Go home, Penny.”

“No.”

His jaw ticks, and he exhales through his nose.

“You don’t belong here.”

I laugh sardonically. “You have no fucking clue who I am.”

He grabs his mask off his face in exacerbation and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“We can’t all go here. Isn’t that a little too royal family of us?”

“I’m not leaving until I get what I came here for,” I tell him.

“And what the hell is that?” he asks. He’s scanning the room like he would rather be anywhere else instead of dealing with me right now.