CHAPTER 4

LEON'S POV

I leaned back against the leather seat of my car, the soft hum of the city filtered through the tinted windows of my car. The weight of my decision pressed against my chest, but my mind was elsewhere...Andy.

I should forget about her. Let her slip into memory like every other woman I’ve encountered. But she isn’t like the others. She’s different and completely intoxicating.

I picked up my phone and dialed Martin’s number.

"Mr. Garcia," his voice was calm. He knew better than to waste my time.

"I need to see Andy again," I said, my tone leaving no room for discussion.

There was a brief pause. "Same arrangement?"

"Yes, tell her to meet me at G.C Hotel, Room 217. No negotiations."

Martin hesitated, but he wasn’t stupid enough to argue. "Consider it done."

I ended the call and exhaled slowly, my fingers tapping against the steering wheel.

This wasn’t just about attraction anymore. I wanted to know her, see what was beneath that sharp gaze and untamed confidence. But I also knew one thing for certain, whatever this was, it was bound to be dangerous.

ANDY'S POV

The bass-heavy music vibrated through the air, blending with the scent of alcohol and smoke. Colored lights flickered over the stage, casting shadows across my bare skin as I wrapped my fingers around the cold metal of the pole.

Men hollered and threw money at me, their eyes glazed with hunger, but I barely noticed them. My mind was somewhere else, lost in the rhythmic movement of my body.

Then, I saw him.

Martin.

He stood at the edge of the stage, arms crossed, his dark eyes locked onto me. That was never a good sign.

I finished my routine and grabbed my robe before stepping off the stage. The moment I reached him, he motioned for me to follow. Without a word, I walked behind him, weaving through the dimly lit club until we reached the closed-off VIP section.

He turned to face me, his expression unreadable. "You have a client."

I arched an eye brow. "And?"

"Room 217. G.C Hotel. Be there in an hour."

I rolled my eyes. "Who is it?"

"Does it matter?"

It did. But I knew Martin wouldn’t tell me unless he wanted to.

"Okay," I muttered, turning away.

As I walked back to the dressing room, a strange feeling settled in my gut. Something about this felt... weird, given my last experience there.

Who could be waiting for me in Room 217?

After getting dressed, I left the club, slipping into the night like I always did. The city was alive, buzzing with noise.

Something about this job felt… off. Maybe it was because my last hotel visit ended in gunfire. The memory of the shootout flashed in my mind—the way I held the gun, the rush of adrenaline.

I shouldn’t be thinking about that.

I shook off the feeling as I reached G.C Hotel. The moment I stepped into the lobby, warmth wrapped around me, a sharp contrast to the cool night air. I ignored the curious glances from the staff and made my way to the elevator.

Room 217.

The number repeated in my mind as I reached the second floor. I walked down the quiet hallway, my heels clicking against the polished floor. Stopping in front of the door, I exhaled slowly before knocking.

"Come in."

The deep voice on the other side made me freeze for a second. No way.

I pushed the door open, stepping inside. The soft glow of the room lights cast shadows across the space, but there, sitting on the couch like he owned the world, was Leon Garcia.

I didn't flinch. I didn't gasp. I simply looked at him.

Leon, on the other hand, smirked slightly, like he’d been expecting this reaction.

"Surprised?" he asked.

I stepped forward, shutting the door behind me. "Not really." I answered.

His smirk widened, but I ignored it, crossing my arms. "So..., you again? Should I be flattered or concerned?"

"You tell me," he said, leaning back. "I wanted to see you."

I studied him, trying to understand his angle. This wasn’t random. Leon Garcia wasn’t the type to waste his time.

I started to remove my coat from my body but he stopped me

"Stop" he said

Silence filled the room for a moment as I pulled my coat back onto my body.

"Sit." He commanded.

I arched a brow. "You paid for my time, not my obedience."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Fair enough. But stay. I think we have unfinished business."

I watched him carefully, my mind already working through my next move.

This was going to be tiring.

I didn’t sit. Instead, I walked further into the room, keeping my stance relaxed, but my mind was already calculating.

Unfinished business? I wasn’t stupid, I knew what he was referring to. The shootout. The way I handled a gun. The fact that I walked out of that mess like it was just another night.

Leon’s eyes followed me, dark and unreadable. He didn’t seem surprised by my silence, and that annoyed me more than it should have.

"You have a habit of calling me out to fancy hotels," I said, glancing around. "Should I start assuming you're a regular client? "Do you invite the other girls here too"? I asked trying to deviate his mind from the obvious.

Leon chuckled, shaking his head. "You're not like my usual company."

I smirked, shifting my weight onto one leg. "And what kind of company do you usually keep?"

"The kind that doesn't handle a gun like a professional," he said smoothly.

There it was.

I met his gaze, my expression unreadable. "Maybe I was just lucky."

"Lucky people panic." He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. "You didn't."

I held back a sigh. This conversation was leading somewhere, and I wasn’t sure I liked it.

"If this is your way of saying 'thank you' for saving your ass, you're welcome," I said casually.

Leon smirked but didn’t deny it. "I’m more interested in why you know how to shoot like that."

I gave him a slow smile. "Are you paying me for conversation now?"

His smirk didn’t fade. "I want to understand you."

I laughed lightly. "Trust me, Leon, that’s a waste of your time."

The air between us thickened, there was a feeling between us, something neither of us said but both could feel. But I wasn’t here for this. I was here because Martin told me to be.

"If we’re done talking in circles, let’s get to why I’m really here," I said, crossing my arms.

Leon tilted his head slightly, as if deciding how much to say.

Then he finally spoke.

"I want to make you an offer."

I raised a brow, waiting.

"You work for me now."

I blinked. Then, I laughed.

"That’s cute," I said, shaking my head. "But no thank you"

Leon didn't look surprised. In fact, the way he watched me, it almost felt like he expected that answer.

"You don’t even know the details," he said.

"And I don’t care," I shot back. "I work for myself. Not for you, not for Martin, and definitely not for some mummy's boy spending daddy's money who thinks he can throw money at me and call it a job."

His jaw ticked slightly at that, but his expression remained calm. "You sure about that?"

I turned toward the door. "One hundred percent!."

But just as I reached for the handle, his voice stopped me.

"You’ll be back, Andy."

Something in his tone sent a shiver down my spine.

I forced a smirk before glancing over my shoulder. "Don’t hold your breath, Mr Garcia."

Then, I walked out, not bothering to look back as my heart pounded in my chest.

I left the hotel room and headed back to the elevator, trying to shake off the strange feeling that had crept up on me.

The elevator doors closed with a soft ding, and I exhaled, running my fingers through my hair.

I could hear the sound of my own breath, but it didn’t help calm me.

Outside, the night air hit me like a wave, colder than I expected. The streets felt empty, but I still kept my head down as I walked back to the strip club.

'was I really going to see him again?'

I'll make sure I don't.

When I walked through the club's entrance, Lizzy greeted me with her usual smirk, but she quickly noticed the look on my face.

Lizzy has always been very observant and the kindest person I know in this club, I wonder what brought her here, to this horrible place.

"You okay?" She asked, her voice low, almost concerned.

"Yeah," I replied, even though I wasn’t.

"That bad, huh?"

I didn’t answer, just walked past her toward the back. I didn’t need anyone to read me right now.

But the weird feeling, the pull from the hotel, it hadn’t faded. Leon Garcia is a powerful man, but he wasn’t the only thing I had to worry about. I still need to get out of this place, this mess I had gotten myself in 3 years ago.

But how, how will I break my contract with Martin?.