I’d woken up to a hunk of a man loving on me, but then everything had quickly turned to hell with those bloody photos. I still couldn’t believe the paparazzi had found my apartment so fast. Before the taxi could stop I had seen them all huddled around my building’s entrance. I’d told the driver to keep going. The only place I could think to go was the club. I’d dialed Brian, and he’d already heard from Jas so knew what was going on. He’d been totally supportive of me coming to him. He’d been waiting for me outside when the taxi pulled up. He’d paid the driver, then taken me under his arm. Holding me close he’d silently pushed past the press and gotten me safely inside. I had no romantic feelings for Brian, never had, but I liked the way he cared and protected any sub that entered his club. I could finally relax once I entered the club I’d become so familiar with. Poor Brian. He was furious and swamped with guilt over the scandal. I assured him it wasn’t his doing.
