Chapter 5 Unable to identify our mystery

Ethan

Years. For years, we had been searching for the ideal slave. With all the searching, I was worn out and bored. You would think that having a dungeon would be beneficial, but none of the people attracted our attention-at least not all of us. Mario and I occurred to find someone we wanted to try, but we were rarely interested in them for more than a few fucks.

I looked down at the sea of people and rubbed my neck in aggravation, not noticing anyone or anything.

"Are you guys coming to the wedding this weekend?" Mario pulled me out of my reverie with his question.

"Huh?" I ignored the people downstairs and turned to face him. I had people working for me, so I didn't have to go down there and make sure the open house went well, even though I should have.

Of the three of us, Mario had the most charisma. He was popular with the women because of his warm blue eyes, dirty blond hair, and easy grin. Mario was always the center of attention; people couldn't resist. He was a soothing figure. Mario always had a laid-back appearance, but I knew it was a front. He was more carefree than Damian and me, to be sure, but he could change his attitude with a single snap. Few people noticed that aspect of him.

"Are you attending my dad's wedding? Don't abandon me to suffer in solitude, please. Jennifer is going to be present. When Jennifer was mentioned, Mario shuddered. He made every effort to stay away from her, but it was difficult when she was his sister's best friend and worked at DD.

"What is it, his fourth wedding?" I could hardly hear the low, rough voice of Damian. When he did speak, it was always in a whisper because he disliked talking. Those fortunate enough to hear him speak were often taken aback by his voice because he was a mountain of a guy with tattoos on nearly every part of his body save his face. It was not what he looked like. You could tell that there was something ferocious behind his calm, which was similar to the calm before a storm.

"Fifth," corrects Mario. "It's a twenty-two-year-old this time." He appeared appalled as if the idea repelled him. His father was 49 years old.

"That pig gets around, damn it. "Having money pays off," I jokingly said. Mario didn't have a close relationship with his billionaire father. His sister was the only relative he had a close relationship with. He wanted to keep his cunning sexual side hidden from both of them.

"Yeah, tell me about it..." Staring down at the folks below, he trailed off. His breath rushed out of his lungs, freezing his entire body.

"What is-" His eyes led me to a woman I had never seen before. Her complexion was so white it resembled porcelain, and she had long, dark-blond hair. She had the delicate, lovely appearance of a doll.

From our vantage point, I couldn't see her well, but I liked what I could see.

The woman's body was deliciously wicked as she gently rose from her bar stool. An hourglass body designed to make all the men who came in contact with her gasp as she went by. In addition to wearing a tight corset to conceal everything, she also wore a garter belt, which made me want to see how she would appear nude, with just her heels and the belt. Yes, the heels would undoubtedly remain in place as well.

"Who the fuck is that?" Mario continued to stare, following her every step. As I turned to face Damian, I saw that he was staring at her as well, his fists clenched.

"I'm completely clueless. Perhaps someone who wants to join?" I made a guess, and my goodness, I hoped it was right.

But as we continued to search, my optimism gradually faded. The woman raced out, her steps hastened as if her ass were on fire, after saying something to Claire.

I was moving, deliberately making my way down the stairs and toward the bar before my friends could say anything. I knew Mario and Damian were following me without even turning around.

"Hello, Master Ethan, Master Mario, and Master Damian," Claire welcomed us. I could see why she was attractive, even though she wasn't our type. Her age-related wrinkles were concealed by her perfect makeup.

"Mistress Claire," was my reply. "Who was the woman you were just talking to?" It took too long to get to the point, therefore I didn't like to mince words.

Her expression was one of surprise as her brows sprang upward. "Sophia?" She wanted to know.

"How am I going to know? Did you just chat with that woman? You'd think she saw the devil because of how quickly she hurried out here." I needed to know, but my voice was too harsh. I just did; I had no idea why.

"Yes." She gave a nod. "That was Sophia."

"Sophia, what?" Mario inquired, obviously annoyed at being excluded from this discussion.

"I..." Claire blinked with surprise at our perseverance. "I'm not sure. Her last name was not disclosed to me."Fuck." "Fuck." Mario agreed with me. Now how in the world could we know who she was?

"The guest lists!" When Mario discovered the answer to my silent query, he shouted, his eyes brightening. It was mandatory for all visitors to Passion's Haven to write down their names and contact details. In particular, we took pictures and films for security purposes, in case we had to find them if they broke our regulations.

Mario hurried across the room to the door, followed shortly by Damian and me. It appeared that this woman's name was something that other people also needed to know.

We hurried across the hallway, passing the pictures on the wall in a flash.

"Jennifer, give us the guest list!" As soon as we arrived at the front desk, Mario gave the order. Even though this club was owned by me, my buddies took the initiative to settle in. Just like I always did when I went to Damian's club.

Jennifer obeyed without hesitation, leaping at the command. She gazed at Mario so closely that I felt uneasy as soon as she pulled out the guest list.

Her attention to Mario was excessive, and she also showed some interest in Damian and me.

I trusted Mario to know where to look, so I let him browse through the book. Instead, while Jennifer wasn't looking, I fixed my gaze on her. She worked here as a favor to Mario's sister Rebecca, which neither of us enjoyed.

The way she was staring at Mario as if she were eating him with her eyes gave me the chills. She looked at every inch of him once, twice, and three times. She only paused at the regions of his body that she found most attractive: his chest, hands, arms, and thighs. His suit obscured her view, but it was obvious that he was muscular. All of us were. Damian, however, beat us both.

"It's not present. For heaven's sake. Mario glared at Jennifer and slammed the book shut, nearly furious.

When his eyes met hers, she winced a little. She knew when she was in trouble and was a smart girl. And she most definitely was now.

"Why isn't Sophia's name here?" Although he spoke slowly, I could tell he was struggling with impatience.

"Who?" Jennifer furrowed her brows.

"Sophia, the dark-blond woman with long hair. She departed a little while ago.

For some reason, Jennifer seemed smug as she tensed at the mention of Sophia and then slowly relaxed again. "I must've forgotten."

As you are aware, it is customary for all guests to write their names on the guest list. "This is grounds for your position here at DD to be eliminated," I threatened, no longer willing to let Mario lead the discussion.

Jennifer's gaze expanded. She stammered, "I'm s-sorry, I didn't mean t-to," as if she were afraid of being fired. She turned to Mario for encouragement, but he refused to provide it to her.

"Did you get her to sign a confidential agreement then?" She shook her head to clarify that she hadn't, which I instinctively knew before I asked.

"Do you want to lose your job?" I was furious not just because we were unable to identify our mystery woman, but also because it was her fucking responsibility to obtain a confidential agreement from every single person that entered my building.

Though I was never at a loss, I was at a loss. Damn it, for crying out loud. I wanted to learn more about that woman and see her again after just one glance, even though I was only able to glimpse her from a distance. I had to, so forget about it. I had to find her since no one had captured my attention like she had just done.

But knowing only her first name, how in the hell could I accomplish that?