Chapter 1

My lips is in grim line. I calm down and fight back the urge of rebutting him.

"We have entertainers for you, Sir. I can call the most expensive one—"

"You know who I really want,"

I know I need to grind more because I need money. I'm all exhausted because I'm grinding hard in the small boutique I've been working the whole day and then at night, grinding here in the club. I earned not too much here but it's enough. Or I'll think of it as enough.

It's already enough for not wanting a job beyond waitressing here anymore.

"You also know that I'm not an entertainer, nor an escort, nor a fucking hostess here," I uttered back intently.

He licked his lower lip. Thighs are wide apart, he lean at backrest of the sofa and stared at me with intensity. The way his eyes trailed my body seems like he thinks I'm that kind of woman. It also doesn't help that I wear tiny clothes tonight. It's the dress code of the club, depends on their occasional theme. But that doesn't give him the right to ask me for 'that' kind of fetish service.

"I want you," he said in a lower baritone.

I gritted my teeth. I encountered a lot of guy who asked 'that' same service for me but this guy is the most consistent.

He's been here since my first day, watching me work and asking my service beyond waiting. He's persistent of asking for me and even manipulated our manager to push it on me, reason why she convinced me to do it because she knew I needed money and this man's offers a very tempting deal but of course, she can't force me to do it.

More now that I started to hate this man for being so fucking importunate.

"You can't find a woman who could provide you the service that you are bugging me everyday, huh?"

He smirked and it annoyed me even more. "They voluntarily offered themselves for me, actually."

"Then go and fuck anyone willing and stop bugging me! Live your own and fuck woman for all you want! Stop pushing it to me when there are more than willing to do it with you! The hell are you still persistent with it?"

He let out a husky laugh and slowly stood up. Now that I get to see his huge and bulging body, I almost jump on my place. He stepped closer to me and I immediately step back, very taken abacked with his intimidating and powerful precision.

"I thought of a companion. But since you're talking about fucking, then..."

He pauses and flashes a teasing smirk. I don't know anymore how many times did I glared at him tonight. Companion, his ass. The way he asked for me since the very first day doesn't sound like he only needs companionship. He needs a fuck buddy who could satisfy his manly needs everyday!

"I can provide you that kind of service very well," he whispered sensually with his playful grin. "I'll satisfy you so much, for sure."

What an ass. I turn to him with mad and sharp expression. He only looked at me with bloodshot eyes. Our eyes glued to each other.

I hate this man's freaking aura. There's something on him that screams arrogance and power. Something that feels like he could always slap you with tons of money until you kneel and beg. Something that's very authoritative, vulgar and insatiable. A person you can't just refuse or say no.

And I hate it.

I hate how deep and intense his eyes are. I hate how it always pointed fervently at me. I just hate everything about him right now. He feels so dangerous to me.

"Go out with me..." he suddenly said.

I fight the urge of trembling hardly. But it's not helping that he's too close to me now, towering and staring deeply on my face. His eyes drop down to my lips and it stayed longer.

"Or stop working in this fucking club,"

He can't tell me that. I pushed his chest away. I felt how hard and strong it is, almost stunning me. I gave him a glare again.

"You do not dictate what I want to do. Who the fuck are you really?"

His jaw started moving. He's towering over me, watching my lips uttering words for him. I picked my little notebook and moved away.

"Tell me your order now,"

He licked his lower lip, eyes not leaving mine. "I'd like to order..."

I waited for his answer impatiently while holding my pen.

"... the waitress here in front of me,"

My heart felt like bursting out. I'm just not sure if it's because I'm nervous or I'm starting to get mad at him again. I looked at him, very displeased.

"Just tell me your order and let's get this done!"

"You," he said in a lower voice. "And with wine and sweets, please..."

It sounded to green and malicious to me that I almost lost my patience. My face heated so bad.

"Is that all, Sir?"

His lips only tugged upward. I left him without saying anything. When I went back for his wine and sweets, he's already back on the sofa with arms on the backrest and thighs so wide apart, watching me walking towards him.

"Here's your order, Sir." My hands were fast placing his orders in his table so that I can immediately go away.

"Sit here with me."

I stop and give him a deadly look. He titled his head and watched me more.

"What? I remember ordering the waitress. So sit here beside me." he defended.

"I said I'm not an entertainer!"

"Really? I got entertain just by watching you working, though." his eyes is playful.

This guy! I madly gritted my teeth. He stood up, put his hands on his pocket and towered over me again.

"You don't want to sit beside me? In my lap, then?" he patted his thigh.

He chuckled. Him giggling didn't even help me calm down. I turn my back on him and decided to finally left, refusing to hear his words as I was walking away.

"You'll leave this club yourself or go out with me. That's your only option. I'll come back here tomorrow for your answer,"