Chapter 137 CHAPTER 137

Chapter 137 CHAPTER 137
When Reign said their debts were not being settled, Soren had a clear idea of how to settle them when he arrived at the Enigma's office a few days later, and yanked him out of his seat, and then pulled him into a world only Soren knows. 

And now, they're here. The massive walk-in closet of the Enigma looks like a tornado just ripped through it, with expensive suits, ties, and dress shirts scattered across the floor.

Soren stands in the center of the chaos, his hands resting on his hips as he surveys his masterpiece. 

Standing in front of him is Reign Montgomery, the untouchable, utterly terrifying Enigma billionaire. Except tonight, he doesn't look like a CEO; he looks like a lethal sin that Soren pulled out of a damn magazine.

Soren had completely banned the suits for the night. Instead, he forced Reign into a black v-neck t-shirt that clings to every single muscle in his chest, layered under a leather jacket with the sleeves pushed up to the elbows, fully exposing the tattoos wrapping around his forearms, ink that is usually hidden beneath expensive suits, not today because if Reign is the devil, then Soren is the clueless and awestruck human who's ready to sell his soul over and over again.

To finish the look, Soren ruins Reign’s perfect hair, running his hands through the dark strands until they fall in messy, incredibly sexy waves over the Enigma's forehead. 

"Are you quite finished analyzing me yet, or perhaps we should call it a night?" Reign asks, his deep voice rumbling with amusement. Then he looks down at his arms with a raised eyebrow. "I feel like a teenage delinquent."

"You look like a god," Soren corrects immediately, stepping forward and grabbing the front of Reign's leather jacket. He bites his lower lip, his eyes dreary with admiration as he fights the urge to rip the man's clothes off his perfect body and have him fuck him to oblivion, but maybe he can have his dream at the end of the night; right now, Soren just has to resist. 

"Seriously, Reign. If you wore this to the office, your entire staff would drop dead. You are dripping hot."

Reign’s eyes dim instantly. He reaches out, wrapping his hands securely around Soren's waist and pulling the younger man flush against his chest. "I only care if you like it." He verbalizes, his gaze dropping to Soren's lips for a second.

"Oh, trust me, I love it, but now it's my turn.” Soren grins cheekily, completely shameless. 

He steps out of Reign's arms and walks over to the mirror. 

If Reign looks like a bad boy, Soren looks like total trouble.

He’s dressed in a pair of tight black leather pants that hug his thighs perfectly, paired with a dark crimson shirt unbuttoned dangerously low to expose his collarbones. Then he sweeps some eyeliner across his lower lash line, giving his eyes a sharp look. 

"Tonight, I'll have you all to myself without Monroe calling you for some business meetings,” Soren says, looking at Reign through the mirror. "Tonight, I am taking you clubbing. It's going to be a blast.” 

Reign stares at the Omega like he's grown an extra head on his shoulder before exhaling a sigh. He'd agreed to whatever the Omega would throw at him. He can take a few hours in the wild for a night.

“And oh…” Soren suddenly turns to face him, a glimmer in his eyes as he stares at his enigma. “We're taking a sports car."

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The moment they arrive at the club, they're immediately welcomed by the loud bass of music that feels like it's vibrating through the floor, while lights flash rapidly across the packed, sweaty bodies moving on the dance floor, with the smell of alcohol and mixed pheromones in the air; it's almost suffocating.

Reign stares at the scene with an evident look of disgust. Do people really enjoy stuff like this? How pathetic. He shouldn't have agreed to the Omega's haphazard ideas. 

Soren laughs over the blaring music, grabbing Reign by both hands and starting to pull him farther into the room. "Stop glaring at people and dance with me!" He yells, then pulls the Enigma directly into the center of the crowded dance floor. 

"I don't dance, Soren," Reign warns, his jaw completely tense as the strobe lights hit his face. 

"It's easy! Just let go!" Soren steps directly into Reign's personal space. He takes Reign's large hands and places them firmly on his own hips, then stands on the toes of his boots to whisper into the enigma's ear. "Follow my lead, babe. You've done it before."

With a naughty smile, he withdraws without breaking contact, and then he starts to move, rolling his hips to the beat of the music. 

He steps closer, closing the gap between them, pressing his chest against Reign's and tilting his head up. He flirts shamelessly, running his hands up Reign’s chest, tracing the line of the leather jacket, and giving the Enigma a wicked, teasing smile. 

Reign groans softly. His grip on Soren's hips tightens to a bruising, possessive hold, and finally, he stops resisting, following Soren's lead as instructed and keeping him caged completely against his body. 

"You learn fast for an old man," Soren teases, leaning up to shout over the music, his lips brushing against Reign's ear. 

"Keep talking, sweetheart…," Reign growls back, his hand sliding down to grip the curve of Soren's thigh, igniting a fire in Soren's stomach. "And see what happens."

Soren swallows deeply at the warning behind the words and voice.

“Tell me, Fox. Do you use to come to places like this often?”

Soren smirks. “Why, jealous?” 

Reign smirks back. “If your answer pleases me, I'll tell you how I feel about your adventures." 

Soren continues to wear his naughty smile as he slowly wraps his arms around Reign's neck, pulling his head forcefully down to whisper in his ear. “If it makes you feel better, I've never danced with anyone like this,” he says, then pulls back to meet Reign's eyes.

“Wrong answer, sweetheart.”