Page 54 of Bound in Obsession
Nikolai’s eyes gleam. “Appreciate it. But maybe we take the party somewhere quieter?” He gestures vaguely. “I heard there’s a private terrace with a jacuzzi.”
I tense. That’s exactly where I sent Eleonora.
For half a second I want to say no. But refusing would raise suspicion, and I need to gain his trust.
“Fine,” I say. “Let’s go.”
We head out, Nikolai, three of his men, and four of my girls hanging off their arms, laughing and touching. The entire walk over, my jaw is tight. I shouldn’t have brought her here. It was reckless.
We reach the private terrace. The jacuzzi is glowing softly under the night lights, steam rising into the cool air.
Eleonora is in the water. Her midnight blue dress is draped over a nearby lounge chair. She’s submerged up to her shoulders, but I can tell she’s only in her underwear. The blonde wig is still on a few strands clinging to her damp neck.
Fuck me.
Nikolai chuckles. “Looks like there’s already someone in the pool.” He raises his voice politely. “Hello there.”
Eleonora turns in the water. Her eyes widen slightly when she sees the group, but she keeps her composure.
“Hello,” she answers, voice steady but cautious.
Nikolai’s gaze lingers on her a second too long.
One of his men whistles low under his breath.
My blood turns to ice.
This was a mistake. A very big, very dangerous mistake.
Eleonora
I’m still shocked that Nico actually let me leave the mansion. Even more shocked that he brought me to a club.
The moment I stepped out of the car and felt the cool night air on my skin, something tight in my chest loosened. Fresh air.
This is my first time ever being inside a fight club, or any sort of club, and despite everything, a small, ridiculous part of me is thrilled.
I would’ve loved to sit at the bar, order something sweet and alcoholic, maybe even dance on the floor like a normal girl my age. But I understand why Nico sent me away from the main area. Too many eyes. Too much risk of someone recognizing me.
Sophia, the elegant woman he assigned to me, has been surprisingly kind. She showed me around the quieter sections of the club, explaining things with a soft smile. When we reached this private terrace with the glowing jacuzzi pool, I couldn’t resist. The water looked so inviting, steam rising gently into the cool night.
So I did it.
I slipped out of the beautiful dress, left it neatly on the lounge chair, and stepped into the water in just my black lace underwear. The warmth enveloped me instantly, soothing my tense muscles. I sighed in pure pleasure and let myself float, eyes closed, enjoying the rare moment of freedom.
Then I heard voices.
I opened my eyes just in time to see Nico walking onto the terrace with a group of men and several beautiful women hanging off their arms.
Nico’s gaze locks on me immediately. His jaw tightens, eyes darkening with clear displeasure as he notices my dress lying on the chair. I’m submerged up to my shoulders, but he knows exactly what I’m wearing underneath.
One of the men, big, and imposing with a shaved head and a scar through his eyebrow, smiles when he sees me.
“Hello there,” he says, voice thick with accent. “I’m Nikolai. And who might you be, beautiful?”
I keep my expression calm, even as I feel Nico’s stare burning into me.
“I’m Nico’s… acquaintance,” I answer carefully.
