Chapter 105 The Blue Door
Anna's POV
I got to the entrance and one of the security guards gave me a serious look. "Where is your code, girl?" He asked, his tone serious.
I repeated the word the other security man said to me earlier.
The guards looked surprised. One of them said, “A VIP pass? Why would Zack give a VIP pass to an escort for a serious meeting like this?”
I felt a small flinch inside me, but I stayed calm.
I told him, “Why don’t you ask him yourself? Maybe he can give you the VIP pass and make me security instead.”
The man smiled like he was amused. He pointed two fingers at my eyes and said, "I would be keeping my eyes on you, girl."
I said, “Thank you for the added protection.”
Another guard told him, “Come on, man. Let her pass. We don't have time for this."
The first guard waited for a second, then moved aside. I walked past them and let out my breath slowly.
My heart was beating very fast.
Inside the building was a big lobby with more security men and several colored doors. I did not know which one to take at first.
Then I saw the blue door and went straight to it.
I showed them the blue card. They let me pass right away.
As soon as I stepped inside, I saw a large hall with many seats.
It looked like Zack was having a seminar, but it did not feel like one. People were sitting, talking, smoking, and some were fucking without caring who was watching.
The security man from outside came to me again.
“The meeting has not started yet,” he said. “We still have time to do what we have to do before the meeting or your capo comes around.”
I said, “I doubt he would be coming around.” I lied and added, “I asked someone who knew him before I entered the VIP section. They said he called in sick.”
The security man smiled and said, “Then we have all night to ourselves then.”
I forced a smile and said, “Of course we do.”
He said, “Come with me. I can’t wait.”
I followed him up the stairs. I looked around the hall for any sign of Zack but I did not see him. He led me to a small private room.
He did not waste time. He pulled off his shirt quickly and took off his shorts until he was naked.
I felt irritated, seeing him without clothes on. It felt like I was looking at a zombie trying to impress a girl.
He said, “Come on, don’t just stare at me. Take your clothes off.”
I said, “I’m not doing that.”
He said, “You have got to be kidding me,” and locked the door.
He looked at me and said, “This door is sound proof. No one would hear you scream. So either you do what I want or I force myself on you.”
I did not argue. I stood up and moved closer to him. I said, “You made a terrible mistake not coming with your gun.”
He asked, “What?”
I said, “I like it rough and dangerous.”
His eyes widened in surprise.
I said, “Now please turn. I can’t take off my clothes with your eyes on me like that. Kindly turn your back to me.”
He waited for a second, then turned his back.
I did not wait. I quickly climbed on him, wrapped my legs tight around his arms, and covered his nose and mouth with my hands.
He fought hard. I knew he would, so I held on strong. He threw me on the bed but I did not let go.
He kept fighting and making sounds until he passed out.
I pushed him away and breathed hard.
I saw he had cuffs in his security clothes. I took them out, tore some of his clothes, tied his mouth and his legs, pushed him under the bed, and cuffed him to the bed stand.
I straightened my dress, unlocked the door, and left the room. I went back to the hall and sat down in the VIP section at the front.
I was still trying to catch my breath when a man sat down close to me. “One hell of a gathering,” he said.
I chuckled a little and said, “If you say so.” Then I turned to look at him and froze.
It was Zack.
He was older than the last time I saw him, but still sharper around the eyes, dressed like he didn't need to prove anything to anyone in the room.
He watched me with an ease that made my stomach twist.
"You're not one of the regulars," he said. It wasn't a question.
I kept my voice light, easy. "Is it that obvious?"
"I know everyone who sits in this section." His eyes moved over me, slow, assessing. "Who let you in here?"
I thought fast. "One of your men. Said I had a VIP code."
"Did he." Zack leaned back in his chair, still watching me. "And who exactly are you waiting for?"
I held his gaze, steady, even as my pulse climbed.
"Does it matter? I'm here now."
A faint smile pulled at his mouth, like he found that answer more interesting than he expected to. "It matters to me. Nothing happens in this building without me knowing about it."
I said nothing, just let him look, let him wonder, buying myself time to think.
"You've got nerve," he said finally. "Sitting in my section without an invitation, giving me half-answers like you've got nothing to lose."
"Maybe I don't," I said.
Something shifted in his expression, interest, maybe, or suspicion, I couldn't tell which.
Then he turned fully to face me, his eyes widening in recognition.