acknowledging his statement, she paced away briskly, leaving the other men oblivious to what had just transpired between the two of them.
And William smiled at her retreating form, promising himself to find out more about this smug woman.
CHAPTER 3
The entire week preceding the opening of the new club consisted of William and Charles attending parties of the elite to discreetly promote their sex club and scouring upper class society and immersing themselves in the latest gossip to help them decide which men and women would be offered a secret membership. Not everyone could be allowed in the sex club; discretion was of the utmost importance. It was a risky move to open this kind of sex club in America, even if it was a common, everyday business in Europe. In America, it was unknown territory, and they didn’t exactly know how society would react. However, they did know the workings of a man’s mind, and men would eventually flock to the club because curiosity would win out, and employing the most beautiful women who would make their every fantasy come true would keep them coming back – Charles and William hoped.
Apart from being overly busy with the new club, William and Charles also agreed that William must rapidly cut back on the number of matches he fought. This was William’s request since he’d started to experience muscle pains in his neck and back from years of fighting – a side effect of being a fighter that Charles had warned him about.
So instead of being at the fight club, William was now with Charles, attending another boring ball. Tonight, they were at the Dunn Mansion, built on a grand scale in French style, it had an extensive outer forecourt and a central balconied hall that rose three full stories. The party was a glittering display of wealth and social prominence. Exactly the kind of place Charles and William needed to be and exactly the kind of place William usually hated.
Charles, who was considered one of the Loop’s upper class entrepreneurs, had received a formal invitation and demanded that William accompany him.
Standing together in the enormous ballroom that was decorated in rich peach colored tapestries, William’s dark brows dipped and his eyes narrowed when he spotted the young woman with auburn curls whose name he still hadn’t discovered. With his busy schedule, he’d all but forgotten the haughty girl that taunted him a week ago.
When he started to ask Charles about her, they were interrupted by Jeremy Dechamps, who always took every opportunity to talk down to William. Jeremy was a fighter that had never made it to the top, even with his daddy’s money backing him. And he was jealous that William had, that William, who came from nothing, was a better and more respected fighter than Jeremy would ever be.
“Kade, what kind of party is this that even you were invited,” Jeremy commented.
William completely ignored him, knowing that would aggravate Jeremy the most. Jeremy wasn’t worth his time, especially when he was trying to find out who the girl was.
“Who’s that girl?” William asked Charles, secretly thankful when Jeremy slinked away.
Charles followed William’s gaze to the woman in a yellow dress who had just entered the room. “She seems familiar. I think I’ve seen her before.”
“Yes, she was at the Rutherfords’ party last week too,” William informed him.
“Hmm… Ah, yes, she’s Ivy Ravensdale. I saw her nametag that night, and I remember her because of her remarkable hair color. Her father, Alfred, is a British earl. She’s a lady, William. What’s your interest in her?”
“I have no interest in her, but she refused to give me her name when I met her. She’s fucking arrogant,” William ground out, watching her studying everyone with an odd expression on her face.
Charles let out a bark of a laugh, causing people’s heads to turn toward them. “Look around, William. Most of them are conceited. It’s a trait inherent to the
And William smiled at her retreating form, promising himself to find out more about this smug woman.
CHAPTER 3
The entire week preceding the opening of the new club consisted of William and Charles attending parties of the elite to discreetly promote their sex club and scouring upper class society and immersing themselves in the latest gossip to help them decide which men and women would be offered a secret membership. Not everyone could be allowed in the sex club; discretion was of the utmost importance. It was a risky move to open this kind of sex club in America, even if it was a common, everyday business in Europe. In America, it was unknown territory, and they didn’t exactly know how society would react. However, they did know the workings of a man’s mind, and men would eventually flock to the club because curiosity would win out, and employing the most beautiful women who would make their every fantasy come true would keep them coming back – Charles and William hoped.
Apart from being overly busy with the new club, William and Charles also agreed that William must rapidly cut back on the number of matches he fought. This was William’s request since he’d started to experience muscle pains in his neck and back from years of fighting – a side effect of being a fighter that Charles had warned him about.
So instead of being at the fight club, William was now with Charles, attending another boring ball. Tonight, they were at the Dunn Mansion, built on a grand scale in French style, it had an extensive outer forecourt and a central balconied hall that rose three full stories. The party was a glittering display of wealth and social prominence. Exactly the kind of place Charles and William needed to be and exactly the kind of place William usually hated.
Charles, who was considered one of the Loop’s upper class entrepreneurs, had received a formal invitation and demanded that William accompany him.
Standing together in the enormous ballroom that was decorated in rich peach colored tapestries, William’s dark brows dipped and his eyes narrowed when he spotted the young woman with auburn curls whose name he still hadn’t discovered. With his busy schedule, he’d all but forgotten the haughty girl that taunted him a week ago.
When he started to ask Charles about her, they were interrupted by Jeremy Dechamps, who always took every opportunity to talk down to William. Jeremy was a fighter that had never made it to the top, even with his daddy’s money backing him. And he was jealous that William had, that William, who came from nothing, was a better and more respected fighter than Jeremy would ever be.
“Kade, what kind of party is this that even you were invited,” Jeremy commented.
William completely ignored him, knowing that would aggravate Jeremy the most. Jeremy wasn’t worth his time, especially when he was trying to find out who the girl was.
“Who’s that girl?” William asked Charles, secretly thankful when Jeremy slinked away.
Charles followed William’s gaze to the woman in a yellow dress who had just entered the room. “She seems familiar. I think I’ve seen her before.”
“Yes, she was at the Rutherfords’ party last week too,” William informed him.
“Hmm… Ah, yes, she’s Ivy Ravensdale. I saw her nametag that night, and I remember her because of her remarkable hair color. Her father, Alfred, is a British earl. She’s a lady, William. What’s your interest in her?”
“I have no interest in her, but she refused to give me her name when I met her. She’s fucking arrogant,” William ground out, watching her studying everyone with an odd expression on her face.
Charles let out a bark of a laugh, causing people’s heads to turn toward them. “Look around, William. Most of them are conceited. It’s a trait inherent to the
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