His Open Marriage, My Forbidden Secret

Sunday dragged by like torture. Lia spent the day pretending to read, pretending to watch TV, pretending she wasn't counting down the hours until eight PM. Julian was home for most of it, locked in his study on conference calls. He came out once for food, barely acknowledged her, then disappeared again. The open marriage was working perfectly for him. He got to do whatever he wanted with whoever he wanted, and Lia stayed home like a good little wife. Except tonight she wasn't staying home. At six, she started getting ready. The black dress fit perfectly, hugging her curves without being obvious about it. She did her makeup carefully, dark eyes and red lips. Bold. Not the soft, pretty look Margaret always insisted on. When she looked in the mirror, she barely recognized herself. She looked dangerous. Like someone who belonged in Caspian's world. Julian was in the living room when she came downstairs. He glanced up from his laptop, barely registering her appearance. "Going out?" "Yes." "Where?" "Does it matter?" Lia grabbed her purse, her heart hammering. Julian shrugged. "I guess not. Have fun." That was it. No questions. No jealousy. No concern about where his wife was going dressed like this. Five years of marriage and he couldn't care less. Lia walked out without another word. The drive downtown took thirty minutes. The Onyx Club was in a part of Silvercrest she never went to. Industrial buildings. Dark streets. The kind of neighborhood where bad things happened. Her GPS led her to what looked like an abandoned warehouse. No signs. No lights. Nothing to indicate this was a club at all. Lia almost turned around. This had to be wrong. But then she saw the cars. Expensive ones. Ferraris. Lamborghinis. Bentleys. All parked in a roped-off area with security watching. She parked her Mercedes and got out on shaking legs. A massive bouncer stood at a plain black door. He was easily six-foot-five, built like a tank, with cold eyes that sized her up in two seconds. "Private club," he said. His voice sounded like gravel. "I'm here to see Caspian Nero." The bouncer's expression changed immediately. He pulled out a radio. "The boss's guest is here." A pause. Then, "Copy that." He looked at Lia again, this time with something that might have been respectful. Or fear. Hard to tell. "Go on in. Someone will meet you." He opened the door. Bass-heavy music hit her like a wave. Lia stepped inside and felt like she'd entered a different world. The interior was nothing like the outside. All dark wood and leather. Low lighting from expensive fixtures. Beautiful people everywhere, dripping in designer clothes and jewelry. But there was something else too. An edge. A danger. These weren't the people from Margaret's charity galas. These were people who did bad things and didn't apologize for it. Lia had taken maybe five steps when a woman appeared in front of her. Late twenties. Stunning. Dark hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail. She wore black leather pants and a silk top that probably cost more than Lia's car payment. But it was her eyes that caught Lia's attention. Cold. Assessing. Dangerous. "You're the one who fucked the boss," the woman said. Not a question. A statement. Lia's face burned. "Excuse me?" "Don't play dumb. I'm Nina. I run this place for Caspian." She looked Lia up and down. "Come with me." "I can find my own way." Nina's smile was sharp. "No, you can't. This isn't your world, princess. You don't know the rules. You don't know who to avoid. And trust me, there are people here who'd love to get their hands on Caspian's latest toy." She turned and started walking. "Keep up." Lia wanted to argue. Wanted to tell this woman she wasn't anyone's toy. But Nina was already moving through the crowd with the confidence of someone who knew she was dangerous. Lia followed, trying not to stare at everything around her. The main floor was a high-end bar and lounge. But through doorways, she caught glimpses of other rooms. Card tables with stacks of chips. People snorting lines off glass surfaces. A woman in a corner with two men, doing things that should have been private. Nina led her up a staircase to a second floor. The music was quieter up here. More controlled. At the end of a hallway was a door with another guard. This one nodded to Nina and opened the door without a word. Caspian's office was exactly what she expected. Huge. Expensive. A massive desk that probably cost more than some people's houses. Floor to ceiling windows overlooking the club below. And behind the desk, Caspian. He wore a black suit that fit him perfectly. His dark hair was styled back. Those gray eyes locked on her the second she walked in. Next to the desk stood another man. Tall. Calm. Watching her with the same assessing look Nina had given her. This had to be Dorian. "Thanks, Nina," Caspian said without looking away from Lia. Nina left, closing the door behind her. The click of the lock felt final. Lia stood there, suddenly unsure. This was different from the hotel. Here, in his office, surrounded by his people, Caspian looked like exactly what he was. A crime lord. Someone powerful and dangerous and completely in control. "You came," he said. "You didn't give me much choice." "There's always a choice." He stood, moving around the desk with that same controlled grace. Like a predator. "You look good." "Thanks." Her voice came out steady even though her heart was racing. "Sit." He gestured to a leather chair. It wasn't a request. Lia sat. Caspian leaned against his desk, arms crossed. Dorian remained standing, silent. Watching. "We need to talk about what happened Friday night," Caspian said. "I thought we already did. I made a mistake. Wrong room. It won't happen again." "It's not that simple." "Why not?" Caspian exchanged a look with Dorian. Then he opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a folder. Dropped it on the desk in front of her. "Open it." Lia's hands shook as she picked up the folder. Inside were photos. Black and white surveillance shots. Of her. Leaving the Azure Hotel Friday morning. Getting into her car. At Isla's café yesterday. At the grocery store. Outside her house. Someone had been following her. Watching her. "What the hell is this?" Her voice cracked. "The Kozlov Bratva. Russian mob. My enemies." Caspian's voice was flat. Cold. "They have people watching the Azure Hotel. They saw you leave my suite Friday morning. Now they think you're my woman." "But I'm not." "Doesn't matter what you are. They think you matter to me. Which means they'll use you to get to me." Lia stared at the photos. Her stomach twisted. "This can't be happening." "It is happening. You're a target now. My enemies will try to hurt you. Kidnap you. Use you as leverage." He pushed off the desk, moving closer. "So here's what's going to happen. My people will watch you. Keep you safe." "No." Lia stood up, anger cutting through her fear. "I didn't ask for this. This was supposed to be one night. One stupid night to feel something other than invisible. That's it." "Life doesn't care what you asked for." Caspian's voice was steel. "You're marked now. There's no unmarking you. So either you let me protect you, or you end up dead in a ditch somewhere. Your choice." "This is insane. I can't live like this. I can't have people following me. I have a life. A husband." "A husband who doesn't give a shit where you are or who you're with." Caspian stepped closer. Too close. She could smell his cologne. See the cold calculation in his eyes. "Face it, Lia. You're safer with me than you've ever been with him." "I don't need your protection. I'll be fine." Caspian's laugh was harsh. "You think the Bratva plays nice? You think they'll just leave you alone?" He grabbed another folder. More photos. These were worse. Crime scene photos. Bodies. Blood. Things that made Lia's stomach turn. "This is what they do to people who get in their way. This is what they'll do to you if they get the chance." Lia looked away, bile rising in her throat. "Stop." "No. You need to see this. You need to understand what you're dealing with." He threw the folder back on the desk. "I'm not the good guy here, Lia. I've done terrible things. But the Bratva? They're worse. And they want my head. Which means they want yours." She couldn't breathe. This was too much. Too big. She'd just wanted one night. One choice was hers. And now she was trapped in something way over her head. "What do you want from me?" she whispered. "Let me protect you. My people will watch you. You won't even know they're there most of the time. But they'll keep you safe." "And what do I have to do in return?" Something flickered in Caspian's eyes. "Nothing. You don't owe me anything." "Bullshit. Men like you don't do things for free." His smile was sharp. Dangerous. "Smart girl. But really, Lia. This isn't about owing me. This is about keeping you alive. Because whether you like it or not, you're mine now. And I protect what's mine." "I'm not yours." "Keep telling yourself that." He moved even closer. She could feel the heat coming off his body. "But we both know the truth. You felt it Friday night. That connection. That pull. You're mine. Have been since the second you walked through my door." "That was a mistake." "Best mistake you ever made." His hand came up, fingers brushing her jaw. The touch sent electricity through her. "So here's how this works. You go back to your life. Your house. Your boring husband. But my people watch you. Keep you safe. And when I want to see you, you come. No questions." Lia jerked back. "I'm not your call girl." "No. You're something much more dangerous." His eyes locked on hers. "You're the woman who makes me want things I shouldn't want. Feel things I shouldn't feel. And that makes you valuable. To me and to my enemies." "This is crazy." "Welcome to my world, sweetheart." He stepped back, putting distance between them. "Dorian will give you a number. You call it if anything weird happens. If anyone approaches you. If you feel like you're being watched. My people will handle it." "And if I refuse? If I just walk out and pretend this never happened?" Caspian's expression went cold. "Then you'll be dead within a week. Maybe less. Your choice." It wasn't a choice. They both knew it. Lia looked at the photos on the desk. At the evidence of people watching her. Following her. She thought about going home to that empty house. To Julian who didn't care if she lived or died. And she realized Caspian was right. She was safer here. In his world. Under his protection. Even if it meant giving up the last shred of control she had. "Fine," she said. "Your people can watch me. But that's it. We're not friends. We're nothing to each other."