Deadbeat Mother

The Club

~Neela~

I settle on the chaise lounge chair with a long book. I have a glass of red wine on the table next to me. I’ve been waiting for this all day. I had to get measurements, and that was time-consuming. I wanted to go around the city and hit some of my old haunts, but there was no way to break free between my muscle and Steven.

I’ve been wanting to read this book for a while, and I plan on enjoying every word. I like to wind down before I hit the hectic scene that comes with an event like this. It helps me get my head right, and that is always necessary for these things.

I open the book and crease it so it stays. I start at the top of the page, grabbing the glass and sipping. I place the glass back and hunker down on the chair. I’m already captured, and I’m not that far in. The door opens, and I hear footsteps coming toward me.

Steven sits at the end of the chaise and looks at me. I can feel his eyes going all over my body, but I concentrate on my book. Usually, when I’m like this, he finds something to entertain him. I will just have to wait him out; then, I will be back in my solitude.

Without warning, Steven grabs the book out of my hand and tosses it to the floor. “Get dressed. We’re going out.” Steven doesn’t wait for a response. He gets up and heads into the closest. I really don’t want to go out; I never want to go out. I’ve always been a homebody where Steven would rather be out. I do go out a lot, but it’s against my will. I don’t think there’s a good way to tell him I want to stay home. “Why are you still sitting there? I said get up and get dressed.”

I turn my body so my feet are on the floor. I take a few deep breaths knowing I’m about to be, dreading on thin ice. “I’d rather stay in, babe. I could use some rest before we start this event.” Steven stalks toward me. He reaches out and runs his fingers down the side of my face. His hand snakes around to the back of my head, and he quickly yanks, causing my head to snap to the side.

“Get your ass up and get dressed. I wasn’t giving you an option. I said I wanted to go out, and I want my wife to go with me.” The pain is making my eyes water, but I remain silent. At this point, if I make a noise, this will get worse. I nod as best as I can and struggle to get up. Steven lets me go and tosses a dress at me. I rush into the bathroom to get ready for my night out.

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Steven helps me out of the limo in front of the club. It must be popular because there’s a long line outside. I pull down the skirt of my dress feeling extremely uncomfortable. I hate when Steven wants to go somewhere because the outfits he picks are never anything I would ordinarily wear.

I’m not sure what look Steven was going for, but I hate it. I have a silver sequenced dress on that barely covers my ass. It has a halter top and is a bit small, so I have severe side boob. He wanted me to wear these silver stilettos that I swear are 7 inches high. I can barely walk in them and have to keep a hand on Steven to keep from falling.

I feel so uncomfortable, and my feet are already hurting. I know it would be dumb to say anything, so I shut my mouth. Steven is wearing a silver suit with a black dress shirt with a few buttons unbuttoned. I would say he looks good, but he always makes sure he does.

We walk to the bouncer at the front of the line, and he nods and removes the rope for us. I can hear people calling out to me, but I can’t turn around. He hates it when I give anyone attention when we are together. I let Steven guide me into the club and right into a VIP section. He never does anything on a small scale.

I get settled on the couch while Steven orders a few bottles. I can see the direction this outing may take, and I don’t want any part of that. If I wanted to, I could wreak havoc. To do that would mean accepting the consequences, but I don’t want that. I don’t have it in me tonight.

I sit back on the couch, trying to tune out the noise. Yes, I call it noise. It’s music I don’t really listen to, but the worst part is the volume. I don’t like all of that loudness, and Steven will not hesitate to call me out on it soon.

I watch everyone around me enjoying themselves. Some people are dancing; some are sitting and talking. There is definitely drinking going on, as well as s****l activities. I can see people on the bottom floor and decide to focus on everything.

A group of people walks into the VIP section, and they start to greet Steven. I don’t pay much attention. Truth be told, I don’t really care for his friends or any person he may associate with in any way. They tend to be as sick as he is, which doesn’t work for me. Some just want to meet a model up close, but the rest of them want to do more than meet. My body shivers as I reflect on some of my horrible experiences. Steven has never hesitated to give me to his friends to do anything with. I hope tonight won’t be one of those nights.

I watch the people who are walking around and going in and out of the building. I wonder who they are and how their life is. I can always come up with some pretty cool scenarios that fit the people I put at the center. I see a group of people walk into the club, and my heart drops. There’s a couple that catches my eye. My breathing is irregular, and I want to run out of here. I can’t believe this would happen tonight, of all nights.