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♡Kalendar♡

It's been three days since I dropped her off downtown. I've waited, growing more impatient by the day, the hour, and now I'm chomping at the bit. Silence, absolute fucking silence from Sienna, and yet I still have a sliver of hope that she'll text or call me before the charity ball.

I stare down from my office window, spotting the staff who are cleaning, and restocking before the night starts. The bright lights make it easy to spot the simple tables and chairs clustered in every corner, the new ivory bar looking futuristic in such a dull setting with its curved edges and clear polycarbonate top, but the dance floor is a glaring empty space set in the center of it all.

With the flip of a switch, the area visibly changes. A comforting kind of darkness where mystery and excitement play hand in hand. The normal becomes extravagant and carefully placed lights leave darkened corners for illicit dealings and lustful urges to play out. The anonymity of the dark, however, is just an illusion.

Constant surveillance of every corner we're allowed is observed during operations, but... even it misses something. Like a drink passed off or a pill slipped discretely between hands. I've watched Sienna so many times, leaving the dance floor, urged by Remy, and lead by Tara. She hadn't had a drink in her hand until that moment, but with so many people, and no clear angle... it's impossible for me to tell how she ended up downing a drink she shouldn't have had.

I should have taken her to the emergency room, but by the time she emptied her stomach into my sink there was no point. Other than maybe a blood test, there wasn't much else they could have done, and I'd been down that road before with other victims. A heavy sedative is all they would ever say, having pumped the girls stomachs, given them fluids, and said rest was all they needed.

I never knew anything more about the handful of women taken to the ER. Whatever went on was between the victims and the cops. I assumed that if any of them had been raped, an investigation into our club would have been opened, and it would have been all over the news. Thankfully, none of that had happened.

I blink, pulling myself from my thoughts, and realize I'm gripping the windows frame so hard that my nails have indented the wood. Forcing myself to relax, I take a deep breath, and let my mind circle back to what lead me to those thoughts in the first place.

Sienna.

I've tried to stay away, to give her time to... process, but I still keep to my night time route. Passing her apartment to see the lights out and her car parked out front. Content every night that she's home... safe.

I've kept to myself while my emotions are so volatile, so different from the calm coolness I usually feel, but my obsession wasn't aware of me then, and now that she is... it's even harder to ignore the constant urge to see her. I'm in utter hell, the burn under my skin having everything to do with her, and I feel like a discarded afterthought with every second my phone remains silent.

The half empty bottle of scotch on my desk attests to my mood as I try to drown away the feelings threatening to pull me apart. I waited, for her, and now I'm stuck in a perpetual holding pattern as I question everything I've done.

There's a sharp knock on my door, but I ignore it, my mind on a never ending loop. Was it something I said? Was I too forthcoming? Did I tell her too much and scare her off?

The questions are never ending. A constant in the forefront of my mind as I swirl the last sip of scotch at the bottom of my glass. The door behind me cracks open, interrupting my downward thoughts....