Chapter 5

I opened my eyes at the sound of my husband's voice, "Wake up, we've arrived in New York." The weather outdoors was dreadful. Dark and rainy. I sat down and turned to look at my spouse, who was dressed in a coat. "We should leave now."

After quietly saying it, he turned to Jane, who was also wearing a jacket, and continued talking. I glanced down and noticed a warm blanket covering me. I then turned to face my husband, who was waiting for me practically at the door. When I eventually got to my feet, he tightly embraced my waist with his arm.

There was windy weather. The bitter wind gusts ran on my back, making me shiver, so I embraced myself and put on a hood.

"Mr. Hamilton?" A strange voice caught my attention. "I'm glad you're here. Please come."

A man carrying an umbrella approached us and placed it on my husband.

"The weather isn't as nice as it is in New Orleans, is it not?" He made a small laugh.

My spouse gave him a nod. The passport check at the airport was quick when we arrived. Although it was warm inside, I didn't take off my hood because it felt a little chilly.

"We were looking forward to seeing you. As you are aware, some essential tasks cannot be delayed." The man spoke as our vehicle passed through the drab New York suburbs.

I'm not sure what they were discussing, but I think it was business. I ignored them as I continued to look out the window of the automobile. In addition to never having ridden in a limousine before, I had also never gone to New York and never had a husband. I had never done a lot of things before Ranold Hamilton entered my life.

We came to a stop close to a luxurious hotel. Staff members were already there waiting for us. We walked up by the lift after the man claimed he had arranged a room for us. My husband and Jane kept talking about various issues that I was still unable to understand. My husband softly urged me to leave them alone and retire to the bedroom as soon as we entered the room. After giving a small nod, I finally exhaled in relief once I was inside the double wooden doors.

Luxury characterized both the hotel and the room. The terrace's vast windows, large bed with golden decorations, enormous smart TV, and marble floor. I pulled my phone out of my pocket as soon as I thought about the floor in my home.

'I'm in New York right now. Want to see? But please don't tell anything to Mom [begging sticker]'

My sister received it from me.

'WHAT?!'

'You must be joking'

'No way'

'Proofs'

After grinning at her messages, I went to the balcony door, opened it, and entered a terrace. The scene was magnificent. I could see tall glass buildings, well-lit streets with lots of advertisements on the enormous screens of the shopping centers below, lots of automobiles, people, and the sounds of the evening metropolis. I snapped some photos and emailed them to my sister.

'I cannot believe that...'

'Yes, Susi, you must. There is no other option.'

'Have you heard anything about father and sister?'

'Not yet'

'Hope they're okay'

She added another note a little while later.

'You too'

'Thanks, Susi. I'm ok'

I took a step forward and rested on the rails. New York appeared to be incredibly alive. Rain ceased. I breathed in deeply. I had no idea what was going to happen at the time, but I was only focused on the now.

"Like it?" I shivered as I turned to face Jane and watched her get closer.

I modestly replied, "A little."

"Me too. Ranold knows how to pick great locations," She beamed. " Have you ever visited New York?"

"No. Never, "I quietly said.

"What? Never?" She gave me a surprised smile as she leaned on the rails next to me and gently pushed me. "I don't believe you."

I shriveled in the cold and smirked, "That's true.

"I'm delighted that it was you, who married Ranold," stated Jane. "Although, after she vanished right in front of his eyes, I was not really fond of your sister, and I almost despised her. But it seems like you're a kind person."

"Y-yeah…" As soon as I heard about my sister, I grinned a little.

"Both she and her father have yet to be located, but you should be aware that if we do, they will both have to take responsibility for their actions. Debts are never left behind by the Family."

I kept quiet as I observed the automobiles below. I understood what she was getting at, but I didn't have the right to beg for pardon. I didn't have any rights then.

She leaned against me once again and laughed out loud, staring directly into my face, "But you shouldn't worry about it anyway. How was Ranold? In 'this' regard, I mean?"

As I fearfully clutched the rails, I instantly reddened.

She voiced a soft "Oooh." "Like I had thought. In this regard, he excels. Maybe one day you'll be able to talk to me as a friend and let anything off your chest. I'll hold off until then. But now we have an important task ahead of us. Let's move, and I'll show you."

We went back to the bedroom. My husband attended a conference, so we should get ready to accompany him, Jane told me afterwards. I had no choice but to turn around in order to avoid seeing her undressed as she did it right in front of me. She had good makeup on, a very tight dress that touched her bare skin, and high-heeled heels. She was performing all of this in front of me, and I had no idea where we were heading.

"Don't you want to get dressed as well?" When the preparations were almost complete, she questioned.

I replied hesitantly, "I-I'm not sure.

"No, this is pitiful. You must change," She got up and showed me some dresses. I gave a shrug. It's true that I saw some omega models wearing dresses, but I couldn't see that for me.

The skirt was removed from the wardrobe as she muttered, "Then, maybe..."

Again, I shook my head.

She said sympathetically, "Honey, you have to decide."

"Okay, then," I made a slow gesture toward the skirt.

"Well done!" I started to change my clothing once she gave it to me.

"And… What do you think I look like?" I made a gentle inquiry while attempting to lower the short skirt.

She gave me a full body gaze before saying, "Oh, my. Your legs are just gorgeous. How come you didn't show them?"

"I… I'm not sure." I was ashamed.

"My goodness, your physique must be incredible. Goosh, "She was looking through the clothes for something.

"Now I see why Ranold cares so much about you. Here it is. Put this on top."

She gave me a top and a light sweatshirt. I had a tight top over my chest and a sweatshirt over it. Then Jane gave me a pair of shoes. She also added some jewelry, including a necklace and a pair of phony earrings. My appearance was pretty natural thanks to the modest makeup she applied for me.

"I'd add a few more rings, but you already have an important one," Jane said.

She had stated that to me as her final words. We then descended to the ground floor and sat in a fancy sports car.

Jane replied as she cranked the automobile, "Hello, honey. You missed me, right?"

When it became too loud, she began to scream, and we were able to escape and proceed into the pitch-black streets of New York.

We ended ourselves in a sizable nightclub. Even on the street, the raucous music from within was audible. Jane appeared to be really enthusiastic despite the lengthy line outside. She approached security with ease and said something. Without asking any questions, they allowed us inside. The music was so loud that it hurt the ears. Inside, there was a sizable gathering of people dancing and chilling. Lights and fluorescent sticks were everywhere. There was a lovely aroma in the air. Jane grabbed my hand and led the way through the throng to the stairs leading up to the VIP area.

"Finally, I thought you would never arrive," My husband was standing there with a glass in his hand, his shirt undone around the neck so I could see his chest, and his sleeves rolled up. Up here, the volume of the music was a little lower than down below.

Jane apologized to my husband in a stern tone and kissed him twice on the cheek. " Someone found it difficult to decide between a skirt and a dress."

He quietly laughed, patted Jane on the back and said, "I hope that wasn't my husband. Come on in."

He eventually approached me after that. He put his hand on my lower back and gave me a quick, deep kiss on the lips, which made me shudder a little. I only succeeded in holding onto his shirt so I could try to get away from him. Then he lowered his hand to my butt, which gave me a slight flinch, leaned onto my neck, hugged me even more, and started to slowly wiggle and dance. He gave me a sloppy, wet neck kiss while leaving his saliva on my skin, and then all of a sudden, he leaned in extremely close to my ear.

"Except for what Jane or I give you, do not drink or eat anything here." That was something he said gravely, as if his boss-looking tipsy was just a ruse.

After giving me another neck kiss, he squeezed my buttock with his palm before bringing me close to him and heading over to the rest of the group. Men and women both were present. Between them, I noticed some young boys. They were all patting the men and appeared to be whores rather than wives or husbands or something. My husband pulled me close to him and forced me to sit on his lap as he took a seat on the sofa. As I crossed my hands over my chest in embarrassment and confusion about the situation, he already had me leaning over so that he could start kissing my neck once more.

He continued to play with my hair while whispering, "Hang in there. We have to wait till Jane is finished."

I was shocked when he requested me to wait a little while and put up with his terrible behavior. But it didn't seem like a real situation at all—more like a game, but... His warm breath on my skin, his fingers and hands gliding over my body, and his warm, moist kisses also contributed to my slight sexiness. He spoke in a deep, calm voice that was close to my ears. I was angry with myself for allowing myself to feel all that. I tried to blend in and was relieved that his hands were simply fondling my back, hips, and shoulders and not any of the "hot zones."

"My gosh, Ranold! Get off your husband in front of our partners and stop molestation. You're so inebriated, let your boy go!" When Jane finally said it, I realized I had been spared.

She grabbed me away from my husband while I was struggling to breathe and make sense of what was happening.

Come on, honey, or your freshly wed husband will take you right to this table. She held me by the waist as we headed to the bathroom.

It was a little unexpected to see the light red bulbs. I cleaned my face several times with cold water to restore awareness. I took a few slow, deep breaths and then turned to face the mirror. My eyes widened as though I were addicted to him and craved more.

I drank virtually the entire bottle of water that Jane offered me after saying, "Take this. You performed admirably. Never considered a career in acting?"

She tried to keep it lighthearted by laughing, but it had no effect. I didn't even have a part to play, which was the problem. There I was. True me.

I wiped my face with the paper blanket and thought, "I'm going crazy."

"Wanna unwind a little bit?" Jane suggested, and I nodded in agreement.

We exited the restroom together after she took hold of my hand. She went downstairs, and we simply waltzed into the mob of revelers. Although I had previously attended some parties, I wasn't a big dancer. But after what occurred to me while I was sitting on my husband's knee, I wanted to express all my emotions and energy via the dance. So, I started dancing, and I enjoyed it. As if we were performing the best duet ever, Jane and I had coordinated our movements. When I was finally worn out, I screamed into her ear, "I'm going to take a little break!" She gave me a nod and cautioned me about going there by myself.

I left the crowd and passed by the bar. A few folks were drinking and conversing. I was asked to get a drink by the bartender as soon as I sat down, but I declined. Then I turned around to see my husband giving one of the boys I had seen up in the VIP area a tender hug. The two of them were moving quickly toward the entrance as he covered his shoulders with his jacket. Looking at his face and smelling his wonderful aroma in the air thereafter, I realized that the boy was an omega and that he had heat.

I turned to the bartender and muttered, "Fuck you, Ranold Hamilton," as I downed the shot on the bathroom counter in one gulp. I had a tic. "More!" As I drank another one, I sobbed to the bartender. My stomach started to burn as the water poured down. I drank one more despite feeling a little lightheaded, and I finally started to forget about all that had recently happened.