The Club

I found myself in Zoya's car in a little tight black dress that was strapless and stopped a few inches below my butt. On my feet were silver six-inch heels and I was carrying a silver clutch. 

All the clothes on my body were Zoya's. She and I shared clothes and items all the time. 

She didn't comment about Boris following us wherever we went. She already knew I was seeing a rich man so it didn't come as a shock that I had a bodyguard. 

What shocked me was that she didn't badger me on who the man was. I wasn't sure whether I should have been grateful or concerned.

"We'll drink until we can't anymore," Zoya said as she poured me some champagne. Her driver was behind the wheel, allowing us to pregame before we got to the club. 

"Are you okay?" I asked Zoya. I noticed she wasn't happy. I wanted to believe she had been sad because of our fight but I knew better. 

It had to be Ivan. He had a hold on her that I didn't understand. She refused to open her eyes and see that he was nothing but trouble. 

"I'm fine. I just missed you, that's all," she said with a somber look. "Let's have fun!"

I put my hand on her thigh and gave her a knowing look. 

"You can tell me anything, Zoya. I love you and no matter what you say or do, that will never change. I won't judge."

She melted and her mask of indifference fell. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, the car came to a halt and the driver said, "We're here!"

Just like that, Zoya plastered a fake smile on her face and left the car. I followed after her and we entered the posh club. She and I were holding hands as we maneuvered past people and headed to the VIP section. 

Some of Zoya's friends were already there waiting for us. Her friends and I were cordial and friendly but we weren't exactly friends, just acquaintances.

We greeted them and sat down. Drinks were brought less than five minutes later. Zoya downed shots like her life depended on it. No matter how much I tried to stop her, she didn't stop. 

Ivan definitely did something to upset her.

"Did you know this club belongs to Milo?" Lena, one of Zoya's friends, asked. 

My heart raced at the mention of Milo. I remembered how he went on a date with another woman after taking me out on a date and all the anger returned. I didn't want to listen to the girls talk about him. 

I downed two shots after Lena mentioned Milo. 

"He's so hot. I would fuck him." Kiara, another one of Zoya's friends, said. 

Lena laughed, "I heard he's going to be here tonight. Maybe I should 'accidentally' run into him and hope he sees me."

"Come on, guys. You know he only dates blonde skinny models. None of you are blonde and none of you are of age. He doesn't do young girls. That's what Ivan says." Zoya said. 

"Why only blonde?" Lena asked.

"Isn't it obvious? Ivan's mother is blonde and she was a model. He's looking for variations of the woman he has and will always love." 

I didn't say a word but I was burning with jealousy. I wasn't Milo's type and he would never touch me. I was a far cry from the women he preferred. How could I compete with a woman who gave him a son?

"I heard that he's rough in bed. He enjoys BDSM sex."

Zoya sneered, "That's a sick preference. Personally, I wouldn't willingly do BDSM."

BDSM? Was that what Milo meant when he said he had taboo preferences in bed? 

"I would. A friend of mine has experienced it and she says the orgasms are very intense–way more intense than when you have normal sex. I don't know but I've always wanted to try it."

My curiosity was piqued. I couldn't help but join in the conversation. 

"How does BDSM work?" 

As I asked that question, my voice quivered. A part of me was curious while the other part of me was scared. 

"I heard you have to give someone control of your body. You don't have a say in what they do. They take over and use your body for their own pleasure while they degrade and use pain to give you pleasure." Lena said with excitement in her tone.

"Lena! That's fucked up on so many levels. You want to be degraded?" Zoya asked. 

"It's called submission and it requires a lot of trust. You have to trust the person you're doing it with. There is, however, a safe word that you can use in case the other person does something that you're very uncomfortable with."

I stared at her incredulously. 

"How do you know all this?" I asked her.

"I told you, my friend has done it before. The whole point is to be uncomfortable and push your boundaries. You know, do things normal people would consider sick and taboo. Personally, I would prefer no safe word."

"Lena!" Kiara exclaimed. Lena giggled and took a shot of vodka. 

We all followed suit. The entire time I was thinking over her words. Could I really do that? It sounded scary. I wondered why Milo never told me all that information. He was always so vague.

"Come on, let's dance," Zoya said as she pulled me to the dance floor. 

A few minutes later, I stopped grinding on Zoya and danced with a stranger. I secretly hoped Milo was at the club and he saw me. And even if he didn't, Boris would tell him what I was doing. 

I wanted him to feel what I felt when I saw the pictures of him with another woman. Not that I was sure he would. After all, a lot of people had made it clear that he dated older women who were models and blonde. 

I was just a little girl who would never understand his preferences in bed. 

As I was dancing, someone yanked me from the dance floor and pulled me to the back exit. I tried to tug my hand away but the person wouldn't let go.

 At first, I thought my plan to make Milo jealous had worked. But when we got outside, I was shocked at who I saw. 

"Ivan? What the fuck?! You scared me!" I yelled and shoved him. 

He laughed and gave me a mischievous smirk. 

"Don't pretend you don't like this. You want me as badly as I want you. I saw how you looked at me the day you caught Zoya and me having sex."

I shook my head and stared at him in disgust. The more I looked at him, the more I realized he was worse than I thought. 

"You don't know what you're talking about."

He grabbed my waist and pulled me into his body. I tried to free myself from his grasp but he wouldn't let me go. 

"Ivan, let me go or I swear–"

He silenced me with a kiss. That was when I lost it and stepped on his foot with my heels. I shoved him away and slapped him across the face. 

"Listen here, Ivan. I don't like you and I never will again. You disgust me and don't you dare ever kiss me again. Especially not when you're seeing Zoya. Respect her."

Before he could respond, the exit door opened and Zoya came into sight. She looked between us suspiciously. 

"What's going on?"