His Possession(41)

“Can we stay in?” she asked.

“Not tonight, but remember as you’re in the club tonight all I’ll want to do is be with you.”

Violet nodded her head and watched him leave the room. Most women would be terrified by what he’d admitted down in his office. She felt relief and a sense of belonging. Cadeon wanted to own her. To be with her. From the past where she grew up being alone or afraid in case someone else found out about her, she couldn’t find anything but love for him. Cadeon was a wealthy man who wanted to possess her. Who would do anything for her. Staring at her reflection in the mirror she resented her past. The shame she felt being a girl of shame. Violet knew her mother was doing her best to try to help her, but she could have placed her in adoption or done anything. No child should be made to grow up fearing every sound in case of discovery.

Brushing her hair and applying a small amount of make-up, she was ready to leave. Staring at the reflection in the mirror she hoped she wouldn’t embarrass him. She loved him. The way she felt had become clearer to him in the last few days than anything else. Her mother did love her. She knew that. She loved her back. But her only parent was gone. Cadeon was her future, and maybe someday soon she could tell him about her past.

Moving out of the room, she went to Cadeon. The rest of her life was all that mattered.





Chapter Seventeen



Violet stared at the big, dominating house in front of her. This was the club Cadeon had told her about. Rubbing her hands together to try to ease the nerves was not helping. She felt open and exposed. Her time with Cadeon had been the best moments of her life. He was possessive, attentive, and made her feel loved.

Loved. One small word and yet it had been the one thing in this horrid world that she wanted the most. He reached over and took one of her hands in his.

“You’re nervous. Don’t be. They’ll love you,” he said, kissing her hand and making her melt for him once again.

“This is a big house,” she said.

“It’s a club, set back in privacy. Just so you know, Stephen is going to get you to sign some legal papers.”

“What for?”

“You’re not a member of the club or a wife to a club member. As a girlfriend you’ll be required to state that you won’t repeat anything you see or hear. Privacy is the key here.”

“I’m your girlfriend?” she asked.

“Yes.”

He pulled up into a reserved parking bay. Violet waited for his lead as he got out of the car and walked round to her side.

“Don’t talk to anyone whom I’ve not introduced.”

She nodded her head. He placed her hand inside his arm and led her to the front of the gates.

“Hello, Mr. Ashwood. Mr. Knox is waiting for you in the drinking room.”

Cadeon nodded and handed over his coat before taking hers. She felt jerky and ungraceful next to him. Cadeon knew he belonged in this place where she still felt like an outsider looking in.

His hand rested at the base of her back as he escorted her through the house. Most of the doors were shut, and a few couples greeted Cadeon but ignored her. She saw the way the men held onto their wives. A hand on part of the body or the woman stood within touching distance. Violet saw the difference between the men instantly. The attitudes of the men at the club were completely different from the men she’d seen in the parking lot with their girlfriends. Cadeon had described the difference perfectly. Their aura gave off a certain possessive instinct, as if they were saying, “Piss off, she’s mine.”

He opened the door, and she walked into a smoky room. A woman stood on stage singing a slow deep tune. The words drew Violet’s attention away from the men. She glanced at the woman, who was dressed in a long white gown. Her hair was as black as night, and she had a pale complexion with bright red lips.

“They’re over there.” Cadeon pointed towards a small group of men. Seeing how large they all were, Violet suddenly felt petrified.

“I thought we were meeting one man, not loads.”

“They’re my friends, Violet. They’ll going to want to meet the woman who snagged Cadeon Ashwood’s attention.” He took her hand and pulled her past several men to get to their table.

“Cadeon, you made it.” One of the men stood and shook his hand. Violet tightened her grip on him as each man stood.

“Stephen, I’d like you to meet Violet Moore.” He moved her closer. She took the other man’s hand and shook it.

“Pleasure to meet you, Violet.”

She nodded her head and retreated back to Cadeon. He made her safe. These men looked scary to her.

“That next to Stephen is Tate, Kevin, and the big guy on the end is Sean.” He pointed out the rest of the men in line. Sean looked the scariest with a scar down the side of his face. She saw several tattoos up and down his arm.