When I get to the VIP section, he's no longer there. His bodyguards, two of them, accost me and then escort me into a hallway.
I've worked here for almost two years and I haven't been back here once. I used to think it was because Madame Cheddar thought I was too young to pimp out but there's a price for everything I guess.
As we walk further down the hallway, doors flanking both sides, the loud music gets drowned out but, the noise gets replaced by an even fouler one.
Sex sounds. From every corner. It catches me off guard but I try to keep my expression unfazed.
We get to the very last door at the end of the hallway and the body guards just turn and leave. What the hell?
l exhale and brace myself.
I raise my hand to knock but the sound of a man's prolonged groaning from one of the other rooms halts me, my eyebrows shoot up. I can't tell if he's groaning in pain...or pleasure.
Before I can actually knock the door flies open, and it's him. Mr. Sexy Bands.
I don't even get a word out before he forcefully pulls me into the room. I stumble in as he shuts the door behind me.
His firm hands hold me steady so I'm upright.
"Were you ever planning on knocking?" he asks pointedly as he makes his way back into the room without waiting for my reply. I follow him in, ignoring how fast my chest is beating.
The room is bigger than I expected it to be, there's a bed for obvious reasons, and there's a couch that has his jacket strewn across it. The soft colors in this room deeply contrast the harsh emotions I feel right now.
If he tries anything with me, I'm going to punch him in the balls.
I cross my arms, deciding to speak first, "If this about I and my friend trashing your car, your friend was a prick and he violated my girl. You stood by and watched it happen which means you both deserve worse than a trashed car."
Would my name be Leona if I didn't dig further into my grave? Trust me to make things worse for myself.
A beat passes and then he lets out a quiet, dry laugh, "That wasn't my car, and I couldn't think of a worse insult than calling that man my friend. He's merely a business associate," he says this shrugging his shoulders. "You think that's why I asked for you? No, I actually found that pretty entertaining,"
Wait, what?
"I'm confused, I thought this was going to be some ploy for revenge, to teach us a lesson?" I ramble on.
He arcs his left brow. "Teach you a lesson?" he questions as he pours himself a glass of alcohol and takes a sit on the couch.
He does have the air of someone who wouldn't care if his expensive sports car got trashed just because he has so many but, if he's not here for that then why is he here? Certainly not to just stare at my face.
Maybe a dance? A strip tease? I gulp. Let's hope he doesn't ask for that.
I do want this over with as soon as possible, so I walk over to him and channel my inner slut. Fuck it, really.
"What exactly do you want with me?" I say dropping my voice to almost a whisper. He smirks lightly and then pulls me to himself by my waist, I have to hold onto his shoulders to stay upright.
Great, now I'm straddling this man.
I try not to pay attention to the way his shoulders feel under my hands; strong, toned. I'm half tempted to feel all the way down to his biceps but, I don't.
"You're sure you can offer me what I want?" his voice is so deep and sultry, I feel something pooling in my stomach.
OH MY GOSH, Leona. Focus.
I'm plunged back into reality by his touch. His hand cups my face and his thumb caress my lower lip. Bye bye focus.
"I want you to be my wife." With his cologne flooding my nostrils and his lips being so scandalously close to mine, I must be hearing things.
I chuckle as I push myself off him and walk away from him, "I'm sorry, I must be hearing things. I thought I heard you say you wanted me to be your wife."
He blinks at me, "That's exactly what I said,"