Miles

"Is this your house?" Katrina asks as we drive up a long winding driveway.

"No," I reply, still not giving her any information on what we are doing today, "Are you still not talking to me?" I ask with a smile on my face as I recall her stomping through the garage after me.

"As much as I don't want to talk to you right now, I figured it would be hard not to since we are on a date, after all." She responds haughtily, arms crossed as she glares back out the window.

"Remember, Kitten; you're the one who started it," I reply, smirking over at her, drawing her attention to me once more.

"How so? Your filthy mouth got us into that predicament in the first place." She questions, glaring over at me, which only causes me to smile more.

My cheeks are already hurting from how much I've smiled today. I haven't felt this happy in a long time. It's been nice having my mate to myself, even if it has been only an hour so far. I need to make sure I schedule a monthly time slot for time alone with Katrina. It's good for my soul.

"I'm offended love." I reply, using one hand to clutch my chest in mock hurt, "Do you not recall your very lonely shower this morning after taunting me with your naked body?"

She smirks right back at me. "Touche," she responds, grabbing my hand from my chest and lacing her fingers into mine, before placing our joint hands in her lap. "So, if this isn't your home, who's is it?" She asks, her mouth never shutting, even though she's finished her first sentence, as she gets her first glimpse of the mansion we're approaching. "MILES!" She whisper-yells. "I am not dressed for this."

I don't respond as I slowly coast through the open gates, waiting for her to take in the sign right outside the building.

"Cupid's House of Sin?" She asks, turning to face me again. "I always pictured Beckett to be the one to take me to a sex club."

I chuckle at her response. Beckett will definitely be the one taking her to this side of the building. While I've recently found that I'm fond of watching my cousins and Luka fuck Katrina, I'm not thrilled with the idea of others seeing my mate naked and in the throes of passion, and I don't want her watching anyone else besides her mates. Cupid's place has private rooms; they're only private in the sense that you and the people you're fucking are the only ones allowed in the room. The room still has peepholes for people on the outside to watch.

"Do you really think I'm taking you to a sex club?" I ask, watching my mate's face for her reaction.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to think." Katrina responds, gesturing to the sign as we pass by, "if it's anything but a sex club, the owner, who I'm assuming is Cupid, should really reconsider the name. Yet, I can't see your possessive ass even wanting me to be near anyone but my mates while there's any sort of lewdness going on." She pauses for a minute as if to think before continuing, "Although, maybe you've decided that a sex club would be the best place to feed my succubus."

"Is she hungry?" I ask, concerned, as I stop the car, in front of the opening to the club to glance into her eyes and see if I can see the familiar signs of her succubus spirit. I'd seen her flash forward when I had Katrina against the wall earlier, but by the time we'd reached the car, there was no longer a sign of the succubus's presence.

"Only a little," Katrina replies, blushing, her answer reassuring me that she'll be fine for now.

"Okay, good," I reply, pressing the gas again, taking us away from the sex club. "That is a sex club, but it isn't the part of the building I'm taking you to. We're going round back. The sex club is soundproof, and the backside of the house has a separate ventilation system, so you shouldn't hear or scent anything. If you start to feel hungry at all, let me know, and we will figure something out."

"Okay," She replies smilingly, content with my response. "So, what's on the other side?" she asks.

I remain silent, laughing quitely at her humph of annoyance as we drive around to the back of the mansion and park out by the infinity pool. Taking the keys from the engine, I quickly exit the car, letting my door slam shut, so I can get to Katrina's side before she tries to get out herself. As I open her door for her, she rolls her eyes jokingly and lifts her hand so that I can help her out of the car.

"Dressed in sweats, and I'm still treated like a lady," She jokes as I take her hand in mine and walk her to the main entrance.

When we walk into the building, a resounding slap echoes throughout, and I can feel a throbbing pain on my forearm. I look down and see my mate glaring angrily up at me. "I am most definitely not dressed for this." She hisses.

Cupid appears, popping out of thin air, causing Katrina to jump before I can respond.

"Ah, Miles, my dear boy." Cupid shouts joyously, leaning in and kissing me on the cheek, "I was thrilled when you called this morning. It's been way too long since you last visited."

I can feel Katrina's eyes leering into me; apparently, so can Cupid because he turns to greet her next. "And this beautiful exotic creature must be your Fated. Absolutely stunning; what a vision. Miles, you lucky lad." Cupid states, eyes roaming over Katrina, who looks like she wants to crawl behind something and die before he grabs her free arm and kisses it all the way until he presses his lips firmly against her cheek. When he pulls away, Katrina's cheeks are no longer pink; they've now taken on a deep red tint.

"I'm sorry, I'm so underdressed." Katrina murmurs. "Had I known we were going somewhere so exquiste, I wouldn't have let Miles dress me."

"So you don't know why you're here then?" Cupid asks, taking a small step back so he can look into my mate's eyes.

"No, Miles wouldn't tell me anything." She replies, glaring at me once more as she drops my hand and crosses her arms.

"Oh, dear," Cupid responds, looking between both of us. "No matter. I love surprises, and I'm sure you'll love this one." He replies, grabbing Katrina's hand and pulling her further into the house, opening a closed door before walking her into a sitting room.

With a flick of his wrist, a champagne cart appears with a pamphlet and a pen resting off the side. "Here, drink this." He replies, popping a bottle of champagne and pouring two classes, "and feel out this questionnaire for me. Once you're done, I'll help you with your attire." He smirks, laughing as Katrina swallows the first glass in one gulp and then grabs the bottle to pour herself more. "Please, feel free to have as much as you want." He replies, laying the charm on thick, his power of charisma and charm feeling the room.

"Cupid," I growl out in warning.

"Sorry. Sorry." Cupid replies, bowing dramatically, "I was just trying to help the mood a little. "Alright, dears, I'll be back. Please enjoy. It was a pleasure meeting you." And with that, he pops away again.

"I like him," Katrina responds; her cheeks are already brightening from the two glasses of champagne she chugged, which makes me smile at her. God, I love this woman.

I grab her glass and pour her another, enjoying her relaxed, carefree state. I also grab the pencil, questionnaire, and the small clipboard as I take my seat behind her, ready to fill out Cupid's test so I can see my girl's smile widen.