Twisted Lies (Dirty Secrets) by Sedona Venez Read Free Book Online

anymore. It was time for me to expand, and I was ready—well, almost ready. I needed financing to help me manufacture my new line or my dream would die. I was slowly digging myself out of a ton of debt, so no bank would ever give me a loan. So I had been floored and excited when Tabitha called me. She’d been practically giddy that one of her business connections would provide financing in exchange for a small percentage of my future profits. The ink hadn’t even dried on the business contract when two million dollars was deposited into my business account with the promise of another million in six months.
    Can I really do this?
    I took a cleansing deep breath, refusing to go down the destructive path of self-doubt. This was a very exciting time in my life. I should be jumping up and down from the lucky turn of events that had changed my life for the better, but instead, I was focused on all the things that could turn it all to dust.
    I was finally standing outside the nondescript warehouse. It was a tricky place to find on a little street with minimal signage. Shit, if it wasn’t for the big, beefy man positioned in front of the entrance, I would have bypassed it completely. With interest, I watched as a couple practically pawed at each other while strolling up to the bouncer, who promptly turned them away. Frowning, I strutted up to the burly guy blocking the club’s entrance.
    “Sin Michaels,” I said while simultaneously handing him my ID.
    He scanned my ID through a device attached to his tablet. He smiled as his eyes focused on my ample breasts.
    I snapped my fingers. “Hey! Up here.”
    He leered in a simply icky way that said he didn’t give a shit before glancing down at his tablet. “The rest of your party isn’t here yet, but you can go in.” He gestured toward my wrist and then placed a black-and-gold wristband around it.
    I arched a brow.
    He winked. “It lets the guests know you’re not interested in playing. As hot as you are, sweetness, you’re going to need it just to keep them off you.” He stepped aside. “Welcome to The McKay Club.”
    I snorted. He’d said The McKay Club like it was a religious shrine. Everyone knew about The McKay Club. It was part of a chain of private clubs owned by the wealthy New York City recluse and business mogul, Core McKay. According to insiders, all his clubs were invite-only playgrounds for the elite, rich, and kinky to indulge in discreet liaisons, allowing all their freaky fantasies to come true.
    Why the fuck would anyone want to have a business meeting in a fetish club?
    The rhythm of the music slammed into my body like a sledgehammer as I stepped over the threshold. Each thump felt like a nail sinking into my head, awakening the migraine I was fighting to suppress. All I wanted to do was go home, put on my comfy yoga pants, and pass out from sheer exhaustion. Scanning the dark corners of the room, McKay’s looked more like a lavish penthouse than a club. The decor was strangely sensual and intimate with oriental motifs, bamboo screens, and paintings dotting the walls throughout.
    My gaze wandered to the bouncer standing guard before an entrance draped with expensive-looking fabric. He stepped aside, giving way to the men and women flashing their ink-black wristbands. Probably a room where all the freaky sexual debauchery happened. I was so not interested.
    I sighed, deliberately walking up to the bouncer blocking the entrance. He pointed to my wristband. “Sorry. This area is invite only.”
    I scoffed. “I don’t—”
    My tirade was interrupted by a tap on my shoulder. Annoyed, I looked over my shoulder, almost biting my tongue when I locked eyes with the gorgeous man staring at me with more than a little interest.
    “Are you going in?” he asked with a smooth baritone voice.
    “What?” I croaked before clearing my throat. “No. I’m not.”
    “Well, that’s a shame.” He winked at me before showing the bouncer his wrist and pushing aside