Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 33048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Amelia is tired of spending only a few hours a week in her most comfortable space. It’s no fun pretending to be a brat just to get attention from a stranger, so she has taken some time off from the club.
Noah is disappointed that he hasn’t seen Amelia for weeks. He’s running out of time and has given up hope when he discovers her waitressing where he’s having lunch. If only he can convince her to take a chance on him before he moves to the island next week.
It’s a risk, but is it really? What does Amelia have to lose? She could always get another waitressing job if things don’t work out, and there’s no way she can pass up the opportunity to make a life with Noah.
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Prologue
“Are you pouting again, Amelia?” Layla asks me.
I cross my arms over my chest and push out my bottom lip. “Yes.”
Layla rolls her eyes and props her hands on her hips.
Sophia joins her. Both of them cock out a hip and look down at me where I’m sitting cross-legged in the corner of the playroom at the Dungeon.
I like pouting. I’ve perfected it. I’m good at it, and the Daddies who come to the club like my routine because it gives them a reason to spank me—which I also enjoy.
Layla and Sophia are acting like bullies on the playground, but that’s all part of our play.
Layla has nearly white hair, the blondest blond I’ve ever seen. Sophia bleaches hers, but she prefers to keep it bright blue.
“What are you pouting about this time?” Sophia asks.
I stick my tongue out at her. “None of your business.”
Sophia leans closer and sticks her tongue out at me in response. “I’m going to tattle on you, and you’re going to get your butt spanked.”
That’s the plan.
Everyone expects this sort of routine from us. No one is even flinching. All the Littles in the club know we’re acting.
Lately I’ve been tired of this scene, though. My heart isn’t in it like it used to be. Ever since my friend Lacey hooked up with her new Daddy, Brian, and moved to the island, I’ve been kind of bored. I misbehave. Someone will come over and break us up and spank me. Then I’ll go home and feel sad and empty.
I need more. I need a Daddy who’s interested in playing with me more than thirty minutes a week here at the club. It’s hard to meet such a person for two reasons. One, it’s not like there are hundreds of unattached Daddies in the world looking for a Little. Two, I present myself as a high-maintenance brat.
In truth, I’m not that bratty. Not on the inside. I only do it to get attention and create a scene at the club. It’s expected of me. It’s become a routine, especially since Lacey moved away.
“Girls…” The firm voice who interrupts our bantering belongs to one of the club members, Tate. He’s a Daddy Dom, and he sometimes intervenes because he doesn’t mind spanking one of us.
He grabs Sophia by the arm. It’s all part of the act.
“Hey,” she yells. “I didn’t do anything.” She points at me where I’m still sitting on the floor. “Amelia’s the one pouting.”
Tate smirks. “And yet, you’re the one I heard speaking last.” He points toward the spanking bench in the corner of the playroom.
I sigh as another Daddy escorts Layla from the playroom altogether. My plan seems to have backfired on me. With a long exhale, I lower my head toward my skirt and pick at imaginary lint.
I’m tired. Tired of trying so hard and never finding what I’m looking for. I come here nearly every Friday night and leave disappointed. I need some time off. I need to regroup and think about my life goals. This is not working for me.
Sure, someone will probably come over eventually, reprimand me for my behavior, and spank me. It will give me a small amount of release but not what I really crave.
To be honest, I don’t even know what it is I really want because all my visions come from books I’ve read. They aren’t realistic. In real life Littles don’t meet the Daddy of their dreams at a club and live happily ever after.
I need to stop pretending it will ever happen.
Dragging myself to my feet, I head for the locker room. I might as well go home. Tonight is going to be a bust. The Daddy I secretly prefer to scene with isn’t even here tonight anyway.
Chapter One
Two months later…
“Amelia?”
My back is to the person who just spoke my name, but I’d know that voice anywhere. I stand taller and turn around, careful not to spill the drinks on my tray.
I swallow as I face him, Noah Anthem. The man is a tall drink of water, and he’s even hotter than I’ve ever seen him. He’s wearing a starched white shirt, black slacks, loafers, and a colorful tie.
I know Noah from the Dungeon. I’ve never seen him outside of the club before. I’ve never seen him in work attire. Granted, he’s never seen me outside of the club either. I’m surprised he even recognized me.
He smiles. “I thought that was you.”
I lick my lips. This is awkward. Nodding toward my full tray, I say, “I uh, need to deliver these.”
“Of course.”
As I walk away, my heart is racing. Why does that man have to be so hot and somehow even hotter in street clothes?
My hands are shaking as I deliver the drinks to table five before turning back toward Noah. It would be weird not to at least exchange polite conversation. The restaurant is busy, though, and I have more drink orders to deliver, so I can’t pause for long.