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  “If you want me to come, I'll be bringing Tommy too. Whether your parents like it or not, I'm bringing my little brother,” I told her.

  I could hear her sigh.

  “So you're coming?” she asked, hope lacing her words. A smile adorned my face as I could feel her happiness.

  “Yes. I'll be coming!” I exclaimed, causing my sister to squeal. I laughed and pulled the phone away from our ears. A chuckle left my mouth as I saw Rose flinch.

  “Bitch, you made me go deaf,” Rose swore as she stood up and stretched her body.

  “Oops sorry.” Alena laughed. “What are you girls up to?” she then asked in a bored tone.

  “We have to leave for work in a few minutes,” I told her. Alena didn't know about our job and we weren't planning on telling her about it either. She thinks we babysit children at night. “What about you?” I asked, pulling the blanket off me. Rose opened the door of my room and walked out yawning.

  “Mom brought me to a bakery to taste different cakes,” she snapped. My sister hated to do stuffs like this. I chuckled and rolled my eyes.

  “Where is she?” I asked.

  “Somewhere around. I don't really care. I'm just glad that I'm getting to eat cake for free,” she said, making me giggle. Alena hated what my parents did too. She hated how they reacted towards Tommy. But she didn't want to cut all ties with them like I did. Unlike me, she was pretty mature but again, she was twenty-five years old. Even though people might say I reacted immaturely, I completely stand by my decision. My parents thought that Tommy wasn't worthy of them. Well, that day, I decided that my parents weren't worthy of me. “Oh well, she's back. I'm going to talk to you later,” Alena said with a sigh.

  “Okay. I love you,” I told her as I ended the call. I looked around the room, trying to figure out where the hell I kept my phone charger. I knew that I had to stand up and try looking for it. But you see, the problem here is that I was feeling lazy, damn lazy. “Rose!” I called out loud.

  “What?” she answered from her room.

  “Have you seen my charger?!” I shouted.

  “It's still plugged to the socket in the living room!” she shouted back. I groaned when I realized I would have to stand up. I put my feet on the cold floor and watched as the goosebumps rose on my tanned skin. I stood up and stretched my body before walking to the living room with my phone in my hand.

  After putting my phone to charge, I made my way to my room again and opened the door to my closet. I had to get ready to go to work. I somehow knew that I wasn't going to perform today. I knew that the arrogant sexy jerk would be talking about the deal. So I pulled out a slim fit Levis jeans and a long sleeved black top.

  This will do.

  I made my way to the bathroom and opened the tap to let warm water cascade over my naked self. I breathed in relief when I felt my muscles relax. My thoughts flowed to the arrogant sexy jerk. I still didn't know his name. I unconsciously bit my lips as I thought of his piercing gray eyes. I clenched my thighs together as I thought of how he'd make me feel.

  “Athena, hurry up. I'll have to take a bath too.” I heard Rose say from outside. It sure did break my trail of thought. I quickly took my bath and walked out of the bathroom with my towel wrapped around me. Once I was in my room, I dried my body and put on the clothes that I chose earlier. I put on my sneakers and let my hair loose over my shoulder. I would still have to put my mask on tonight. I put on red lipstick and a thin line of eyeliner as I didn't want to have a lot of makeup on. I don't know why but this whole situation was making me nervous.

  It's only sex, bitch. Get over it.

  My mind tends to be cruel with me sometimes. But most of the times, it was right. I tend to overthink about stuff and I always end up making wrong decisions. Once I was ready, I took my bag and walked to the living room to take my phone. I unplugged my charger and dropped it in my bag.

  After a few minutes, Rose came in the living room, dressed in denim shorts and a white top with Sex in the Air written on it. A grin spread on my face as I pointed to her top. She shrugged with a sheepish smile and we walked to the door.

  “It sure does smell like sex is in the air for you tonight,” Rose remarked as we walked out of the apartment. I glared at her but said nothing. I was already nervous enough.

  “We're only talking about that stuff today. I'm not even sure I'll accept. So shut up,” I finally said as I got in the car. I started the car, staring at Rose who was just smirking at me. Damn her.

  As we stepped into the club, Jerry approached us discreetly and we all walked to the dressing room. I sat on the couch and watched as Rose hurried to get ready.

  “Apparently, you have another private dance tonight,” Jerry said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and turned to stare at him.

  “How much did he pay this time?” I remember that Dean paid $50,000 the first time. But I knew that the other private dances were paid by the arrogant sexy jerk himself.

  “Yesterday he paid $25,000,” Jerry said. “Today he paid $50,000 because he said that you wouldn't be performing all night,” Jerry said, wiggling his eyebrows in a suggestive way. Again, I rolled my eyes. He pulled an envelope from his pocket and gave it to me. “That's your share,” he said with a small smile. I took the envelope and put it in my bag. I knew that it contained a lot of money. I took a deep breath. I was a bit relieved as I finally got the money to pay for Tommy's treatment. Jerry's phone buzzed and he stared at the message that he received. “Your client is here,” he told me. I walked to the mirror and took my mask from my bag. I wasn't going to show the arrogant sexy jerk my real identity. I put my mask on and turned to leave. “You're not wearing your outfit?” Jerry asked.

  “No,” I simply said. I was nervous. Damn nervous.

  “Good luck,” Rose shouted as I walked to the private room.

  Calm the hell down Athena Amington!

  I took a deep breath and pushed the door open. There, in front of me sat Mr. Arrogant Sexy jerk. His hair was messy. It must definitely be the result of him running his hands through his hair. I would die to see that. The first button of his white shirt was opened and he was wearing a black fitting pair of trousers. I didn't fail to notice the classic black leather shoes he was wearing. I unwillingly bit my lips as I checked him out.

  “I have to point out that the long sleeve top and the sneakers are far from the bra and the little shorts you usually wear,” he said with his husky sexy voice. I tilted my head to the left and stared right at him with a smirk on my face.

  “Don't you like it?” I asked, pointing to my clothes. He shrugged, his eyes raking over my body. I could see appreciation on his eyes.

  “I definitely do,” he said as he stood up and walked to me. “So, have you thought about it?” he asked, putting a hand on my waist.

  “Yeah, I did,” I told him. “But we need to have a little negotiation,” I said as I sat on the couch and watched as he stood up, wearing a puzzled expression on his face.

  “Negotiation?” he asked.

  “Never heard of that word? You seem to be a businessman or something.” I teased as I pointed at his attire.

  “In fact, I'm a CEO,” he rectified as he sat on the couch in front of me. Oh. That's why he's loaded. “What do you want to negotiate about?” he asked.

  “About the terms and conditions of this deal,” I said, trying to sound professional but I sincerely suck at it. He was staring at me in amusement.

  “What are your terms and conditions?” he asked, sounding genuinely interested.

  “You tell me yours,” I said.

  “Only sex. No feelings involved,” he said.

  “Agreed.” I nodded.

  “You should be available whenever I need you,” he said with a grin.

  “You don't pay me for this. I continue working here,” I stated and watched as he glared at me.

  “Then what will you be getting out of this?” he asked curiously.

  “It will help me loosen up and get away from
stress,” I simply said.

  “What if I want you on the nights you work?” he asked.

  “You pay for a private dance,” I said, chuckling.

  “Isn't that like a friend with benefits?”

  “Except we're not friends.” I clarified. He stayed quiet and nodded.

  “You don't have the right to have sex with someone else,” he stated.

  I rolled my eyes.

  “Same applies to you,” I said with a smirk and he nodded.

  “Do you need the terms and conditions written on a contract?” he asked in amusement. He looked damn cute. He had a dimple on his left cheek.

  “No,” I answered as I narrowed my eyes in his direction.

  “Do you trust me?” he asked, staring right into my green eyes.

  “What a stupid question. Of course not,” I scoffed as he stared at me.

  “That's why we need a contract,” he said as he leaned on the couch. I stared at him, a question in my head.

  “I have a question.”

  He stared at me, waiting for me to ask.

  “What?”

  “What's your name?” I asked him as I leaned forward and used my hand to support my face. He gave me a smirk and leaned forward as well, but his legs were wide open and his hands were joined in front of him. “Wait, no,” I quickly said. “Is your name really important?” I asked with a grin. He shrugged.

  “Yeah. It is. Won't you need my name to moan when I bury myself inside you?” he asked, staring at me with predatory eyes which were making me squirm in my seat, and I unconsciously gulped at his words.

  “Then what is your name?” I asked after clearing my throat because I didn't want to show him the disastrous effect he was having on me.

  “Damian Spears,” he said. My eyes widened. No freaking way. I've heard of the famous Damian Spears. He was the richest man in Seattle. I stared at him in disbelief then stood up and started pacing across the small room.

  “Why on earth would you want me when you can have your pick of all the freaking models, actress, porn stars, prostitutes, and all in your bed?” I asked in bewilderment. The man practically owned half of the city. I have to say that the fact that he's such an important man was making me nervous. As I turned to look at him, I realized that he was standing close to me. Close enough so I could feel his breath fan all over my face. He was staring at me with his beautiful gray eyes.

  “I'd watch that beautiful mouth of yours if I were you. Curse again, and I promise you'll get a punishment you'll remember your whole life,” he said huskily as he pulled me closer to him. My hands instinctively settled on his hard chest. He gave me his famous smirk. “I thought we talked about why I want you yesterday.” He continued. I nodded, not really knowing what to do. I was lost in the moment. My eyes flickered to his pink delicious looking lips, causing me to bite mine. He groaned and wrapped one of his hands behind my neck. With a growl, he pulled my face to his. His lips crashed onto mine, causing me to sigh in relief and contentment. I could feel his hand creeping to the back of my head but I didn't really give it much importance until I felt him fiddling with the ropes used to tie my mask. I immediately pulled away, breaking the kiss and took a few steps backwards.

  “Do. Not. Take. Off. My. Mask,” I said, emphasizing each and every word I said. He glared at me and took big steps in my direction so he was standing in front of me again. He grabbed my face and held it tightly with one hand so my eyes bore into his.

  “Never order me around.” He snapped. “That's another condition. You can add that up to the list,” he said as he narrowed his eyes. I pulled away and walked back to the couch.

  “Never take off my mask. It goes on the list as well,” I said, trying not to stare at him.

  “You expect me to take you while you're wearing a mask?” he asked as if it was the most stupid thing he had ever heard of. Well, maybe it was.

  “Yeah. Why not? It's not as if my mask was blocking access to my vagina,” I muttered without thinking, causing him to laugh. My hands flew to my mouth when I realized what I said. I'm so stupid.

  “What's your name?” he suddenly asked as he took his seat again.

  “Vixen,” I immediately answered.

  “Real name,” he clarified. I'm not telling him my real name. No way in hell.

  “Vixen,” I answered again, causing him to glare at me. “Not my fault if my parents gave me a shitty name.”

  “Your parents named you Vixen?” Damian asked with wide eyes, but still with a nearly emotionless expression. I nodded. “They are weird.” He concluded.

  “Twisted, jerks, and real assholes,” I added with a smile before rolling my eyes. He kept quiet. His eyes stayed on my face, as if he was studying or observing me.

  “I’ve got another condition,” he said with a frown.

  “What?” I asked, genuinely interested about that other condition.

  “After we fuck and all, we don't sleep on the same bed,” he said. I stared at him, not really knowing what to say.

  “Then?” I asked with raised eyebrows.

  “We fuck, and we sleep in different rooms,” he clarified, rolling his eyes.

  Yeah, keep rolling your eyes. Maybe you'll find a brain back there.

  “I don't have other rooms in my apartment,” I told him. He scoffed at that.

  “We'll be at my place,” he said. “I'm not having sex anywhere except my place,” he said. “I don't want people catching us anywhere together,” he said, which kinda hurt. I wasn't a piece of shit. Still, I kept quiet and watched as he leaned on the couch. “I'll need your phone number,” he said. I took a paper and pen from the table and scribbled my number on the piece of paper before handing it to him. My sim card was registered in Rose's name so I did not need to worry about him trying to find out my real name.

  “I guess that will be all,” I finally said as I stood up.

  “That will be all.” He confirmed as he stood up as well. I started walking to the door, thinking that maybe it was time for me to leave but the hand that wrapped itself around my wrist, proved me wrong. “Where do you think you're going?” Damian asked as I slowly turned around to look at him. He was wearing his dangerous predatory smirk.

  “Home?” I said, staring at him in confusion. He chuckled, a dark sexy and heart melting chuckle. He pulled on my wrist, causing me to crash against his chest.

  “Kitten, I've been waiting for two days already,” Damian whispered in my ear as he took a deep breath.

  “Waiting for what?” I knew the answer. But I still wanted him to say it out loud. I wanted to hear how much he wanted me. I wanted to feel desired by him.

  “Waiting to be able to bury myself into you,” he said slowly, sexily and huskily, causing me to internally moan and press my thighs together as I could feel myself throbbing with need. He took my hand in his and opened the door. I kept quiet as he walked out of the private lounge and I followed behind.

  “Where are we going?” I asked curiously as we walked through the club. Soon, we were in front of the club and a limousine was waiting for us.

  “To my place,” he said. I froze. Excitement and adrenaline was taking over. I shouldn't let this man affect me so much. He opened the door and motioned for me to get in. I blinked a few times, trying to see whether he was serious. Well, damn he was. I gulped and got in the limousine. It was just like my parents', except that this one was black and my parent's limousine was white. As soon as I scooted a bit, Damian got in. I watched as he talked to the driver. Damn. He was sexy. Why the hell was he interested in someone like me? “What are you thinking about?” he suddenly asked as he turned to look at me. I gave him a grin and shrugged.

  “My thoughts are private, Mr. Spears,” I teased as I turned away from him. The sound of glass sliding up caught my attention. It was the tinted glass that separated the front seat and the backseat. I turned to see Damian with a remote in his hand.

  “Come here, kitten,” Damian said, motioning to his lap. He wanted me to sit on h
is lap? I moved hesitantly and sat on him. He sighed and turned me around so that was now facing him with my legs on either side of him. His hands were on my ass, and he was staring at me.

  “So what now?” I asked as my hands automatically held onto his strong shoulders for support.

  “Move.” He ordered. What?

  “What?”

  “Move on me. Grind on me.” I could feel him growing from under me. Oh. Those freaking tight jeans were so thin. He wanted me to dry hump him. I could see the lust shining in his eyes. I shuddered as I felt his hard-on and I started rubbing myself on him. His hands were now on my waist and his eyes were closed. I was going slow, wanting him to want more, so much more.

  “Is that good?” I asked, trying to control my voice while throwing my head back as pleasure started to engulf me.

  “You're torturing me,” he groaned as he put a little pressure on my waist. His hand went to my neck, pulling my face to his. Seconds later, his lips were on mine and his tongue evaded my mouth. His other hand cupped my breast and he started massaging it. When I moaned, he'd increased the pace and I could feel something building up in my lower body.

  “Fuck!” I cursed when he pulled away and I was pulled into a spiral of pleasure and moans. Damian Spears just gave me an orgasm in his limousine. He was still hard. I could feel it. I let my head fall on his shoulder, my nose buried in the crook of his neck. I took a deep breath, inhaling his Axe perfume.

  “That was hot.” I pulled away and just then, the limousine stopped. He gave me a smirk as I got off him. I was sure that I was red right now. Why was he making me feel this way? Maybe because he was sexy as hell? I was always nervous around hot guys when I was in high school. I guess things didn't change. Damian waited and someone opened the door. It was then that I realized that there was a driver. Holy shit. And here I was moaning like a crazy person. Damian got off and took my hand in his, helping me out. I avoided the driver’s eyes and looked at the ground instead. We started walking, my eyes downcast. “Kitten?” Damian sexy voice made me raise my head to look at him.