Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 51: Chapter 51

"Lorraine." Eugene walked over. "Don't think zoning out means you can skip making dinner."
"N-no." Lorraine scrambled up from the carpet. "I was counting my money."
'At least she's honest,' Eugene thought, glancing at the little pile of cash. The corner of his mouth twitched. "You spent all day counting that?" He figured just looking at it felt like a waste of time.
"It's not much, right?" Lorraine muttered, scratching her head in frustration. "I know it's not enough. You're pretty expensive, after all."
"What?" Eugene paused, thinking he must have misheard. 'What did she mean by that?'
Standing next to him, Lorraine felt like she could barely breathe under his gaze. She stammered, "I just want to do my part, chip in a little."
"Chip in for what?"
Lorraine meant to say "help with the household," but this place didn't really feel like home. Before she could stop herself, she blurted out, "To support you."
This time, Eugene heard her loud and clear. He slid his hands into his coat pockets and leaned back on the sofa, a teasing smile in his voice. "You want to support me? With that pocket change?"
"I could get a part-time job and earn a bit more."
Eugene grinned, even more amused and surprisingly patient. "How much do you make an hour?"
Lorraine hadn't expected that question and blurted out the number.
"Double digits, huh? Not bad." Eugene chuckled, his tone meaningful.
'Is that a compliment?' Lorraine was a little flustered. "Uh, thanks."
Eugene almost laughed out loud. Reaching over, he pulled her closer and ruffled her hair. "Go change your clothes and come downstairs."
"Where are we going?"
"I'll show you what it really means to be 'kept.'"
The private room at the upscale club was already thick with booze and smoke, the air wild and hazy. Lorraine stood at the door, completely stunned.
There were plenty of men inside, but even more women. Some people didn't even bother hiding their hands under someone else's clothes—blink and one might catch a full-on R-rated scene. The whole vibe was decadent and chaotic.
Lorraine was totally out of her depth. She had never set foot in a place like this before, and what she saw tonight completely blew her mind.
Eugene grabbed her hand and pulled her right in, not giving her any chance to resist.
Lorenzo was sitting alone at the bar, nursing a drink. When he heard the commotion, he turned around, eyes lighting up. "Lorraine, you didn't go abroad?"
His shout drew everyone's attention.
Nathan Hoffman, in a half-unbuttoned purple shirt and in the middle of a mouth-to-mouth drinking game, glanced over. "Why did you bring her here, Eugene?"
Someone made space in the middle, and Lorraine instinctively scooted closer to Eugene.
That tiny move clearly pleased Eugene. He smirked and pulled her down to sit beside him. "Got bored at home, so I brought her out for some fun."
The words "bored at home" set off a round of knowing grins and teasing laughter.
"Damn, man, you've got some serious stamina."
"Can she keep up?"
"Hey, sweetheart, can you still walk? Or are your legs all wobbly now?" someone teased, eyes glued to Lorraine's legs.
Lorraine was mortified—she didn't know whether to answer or just keep quiet.
"If you want to have fun, you've come to the right place," Nathan said with a sly grin, giving the girl next to him a playful pinch. "Go call a few more people over."
The girl wriggled away and slipped out of the room.
Before "more people" arrived, Lorenzo called Eugene over. The two of them started talking quietly.
Nathan stared at Lorraine, a faint smirk on his lips. "So, how did you and Eugene meet?"
Lorraine tensed up, glancing instinctively at Eugene. But he was still deep in conversation and didn't even look her way.
She nervously licked her lips. "I'm his niece-in-law." That was how they met—she figured she might as well tell the truth, since lying would just make things even weirder.
For a second, the crowd was stunned, exchanging meaningful looks.
Nathan just laughed. "Man, Eugene's tastes are even wilder than mine."
Across the room, Eugene clearly heard the words "niece-in-law." His face went cold, his stare sharp enough to freeze the room.
Lorraine felt a chill run down her spine under his gaze. She lowered her head, not daring to say another word.
Everyone else picked up on the shift in the air, suddenly uneasy and not daring to ask any more questions.
Surprisingly, Eugene didn't say a word about it. He just turned back to Lorenzo and kept talking.
The music started up again—not too loud, but just enough to smooth over the awkwardness in the air.
Nathan shot Lorraine a glance, his smile never fading. Then he got up and strolled over to the little bar.
Now, only a bunch of busty girls were left, crowding around Lorraine and chattering away. One of them nudged Lorraine and asked, "Hey, what's Mr. Moore bought you lately?"
"What?" Lorraine blinked, confused.
The busty girl gave her a look that screamed, "You're so clueless," then turned back to gossip with the others.
Their conversation was pretty straightforward—just bragging about what their sugar daddies had bought them, from LV to Hermès, BMWs to Porsches, houses to shops. Some of them even had more than one sugar daddy.
They talked about it like it was nothing, but Lorraine's heart was pounding. 'So this is what being "kept" really means. But I meant nothing like this in the afternoon. Eugene must have misunderstood me and is mad. That's why he brought me here, right?'
But now, Eugene looked as calm as ever, chatting with the others like nothing had happened. She couldn't read him at all.
Lorraine anxiously squeezed her palms together, her nerves all over the place.
The busty girl handed her a colorful drink. "Juice. Want some?"
"Thanks," Lorraine said, taking the glass. Whenever she felt awkward, she took a sip. The flavor was a little weird, but actually pretty good.
Thankfully, the conversation on the other side wrapped up quickly, and Eugene came back. Seeing the juice in her hand, he frowned slightly but didn't say anything.
Nathan clapped his hands, and right away, the door was pushed open.
Lorraine thought more pretty girls would come in. To her surprise, it was a group of unfamiliar men. They were all strikingly handsome, tall, and sharply dressed.
"You girls can go now," Nathan said, gesturing to the busty crowd.
The girls got up, though they did so reluctantly. A girl even shot Eugene a flirty look on her way out.
The door closed behind them, and the music stopped. Suddenly, a bunch of bodyguards appeared, standing guard at the entrance, ready for anything.
Now, aside from the newcomers, only Nathan, Lorenzo, Eugene, and Lorraine were left in the room.
Lorraine was a bundle of nerves, her eyes darting between the three, scalp tingling. "So, which one of you is into that kind of thing?"
Lorenzo spit out his drink.
Nathan shot Lorraine a mischievous grin. "Who do you think fits the bill?"
Lorraine wisely ducked her head and kept quiet.
"Well, it's definitely not me. She knows that better than anyone," Eugene said coolly, sounding pretty confident.
Lorraine was so embarrassed she wanted to melt into the floor. But the other two looked totally unbothered.
"Let's get started," Nathan said, setting down his glass and leaning back on the couch.
'Wait, they're actually starting? I gotta go.' Lorraine jumped to her feet, forcing a nervous smile. "Maybe I should, um, step out for a bit?"
Eugene grabbed her hand and pulled her back down. "Watch for a bit first."
'I have to watch?' Lorraine was about to lose it, her mind running wild with all sorts of crazy scenarios. "I'd rather leave."
All the guys who just came in turned around and started taking off their clothes.
Lorraine freaked out, squeezed her eyes shut, and clung to the back of the sofa tightly.
The sounds of belts unbuckling, shirts coming off, and all sorts of weird noises kept coming, shredding her already fragile nerves.
"Come on, Lorraine. Just take a peek. Just one look." Lorenzo coaxed.
Lorraine refused to open her eyes, no matter what.
Eugene pulled her off the sofa. "I'm gonna count to three. If you still won't look, I'll..."
"No, don't kiss me. I'll look," Lorraine blurted out, quickly turning and opening her eyes.
Lorenzo and Nathan burst out laughing. "Looks like you've got some serious trauma," Nathan teased.
Lorraine mumbled awkwardly, "It's not that bad."
Eugene shot her a dark look. "Who said I was going to kiss you? Just look."
Lorraine took a deep breath and glanced across the room—then froze.
Those "pretty boys" from earlier had all swapped their delicate looks for full-on special forces gear, each one armed and ready. They were the type who looked skinny in clothes but were all muscular underneath.
"Mr. Moore, we're ready to go!" they shouted in perfect unison, their voices practically shaking the ceiling.
Lorenzo shot Lorraine a wink. "Not every guy is into the same wild stuff as your husband, Lorraine."
Lorraine mumbled, "Sorry, I totally read too much into it."
Eugene opened a box on the coffee table, pulled out two sleek handguns for himself, and handed the rest to Lorenzo and Nathan. Then he scooped Lorraine up with one arm. "Let's go."
Still dazed, Lorraine was whisked up to the rooftop. A military helicopter sat waiting there, its spinning blades whipping up a chilling wind.
Lorraine covered her ears. "Where are we even going?" she yelled, edging away like she was afraid the helicopter might come after her.
Eugene grinned, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her hard. "Didn't I say? I'm taking you to see what real 'keeping' and 'being kept' looks like."