told you?" Raymond, the head of the marketing de

ub. It's a routine for me. Coming out here to drink, smoke, take a girl home is part of my weekend routine. When you have money, a lot of money to be precise

tting old and I needed to find someone as soon as possible so that I can start giving her grandchildren as soon as possible. Fuck's sake, I'm only thir

rally tells me what to do. Nobody. But I love my mother. She's the best thing in my life and that of my brother's life, and seeing her hurt or sad, just hurts me too. So today, I just pai

g beautiful women, and making more money? Noth

end, Raymond. Club K was officially opened five years ago, a week after I turned 25. And since that day till now, Cl

Raymond ca

eyes. I just wann

e office. Attending conference meetings

rants about me getting a wife. I'm gonna

manages a small business, and he's a realtor, and he's content. Unlike me, I'm selfish, money driven, and always want more. We weren't born into a rich

e his life more miserable. An excuse to drink his life away in the name of trying to numb his pain. He was a dick. When I was fifteen, my father left and never came back.

ed highschool, went to business school, and started up a tech company. In less than three years, I was already getting investors, grew big

don't have to ask twice. Some call me arrogant, cocky, a dipshit, there's no name I haven't heard

closing the discussion about my mom wanting me to get a wife.

t your messenger." Raymond say

under my lashes and

my drink brought to my quar

light on the stage beautifies the braless strippers. No matter how beautiful you're, as long as you work for me, I'll never desire you. I have standards, and my wor

irl walks seductively towards me. I

is sultry as she stops in fro

at her, blowing my sm

ere." Raymond says to me, l

r, holding a bucket of ice with my drink in it as she bends to drop it. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Olive skin, not that tall, small breasts, broad hips and obviously a fine ass. I stare at her breasts tha

me my drink and leaves it for me to open it. It's either she's rude or she's n

he waitress, eyeing her back, a

I bring my eyes back to her eyes and she's staring into mine, not for once looking away. I don't remember the last time anyone looked into my eyes for such a long minute.

e's already caught my attentio

to work, displaying her beautiful ti

ne knows me, including those who work for me, and don't work for me. It's obvious she knows me, and maybe doesn't like me. I know a lot of people don't like me, especially the male population, definitely not the females. A

ly do. I don't even know my workers, and I don't know what they look like, and maybe it's pretty

ck?" She asks, absently shifting he

s pretty? Asking myself why I want to have her desperately. This is so unlike m

r now Mr. Black?" She

one glass and brings

our name?"

ale my cigar, purring the smoke as I watch her back. She looks like she's deciding whether to tell m

nswers. Fuck, I

this won't be the end of me wanting to know her.

ll be all

r n

possible to get far away from me. I smirk and chuckle underneath my b

what the hell was

from my scotch. This might be fucking exp

ust sit here and…" She doesn't f

itting right next to me. The blonde

d look away, staring at my c

ers, and gets off from my

t me my type, R

about your waitress that you were obviously eye

is beyond uncomfortable. I don't care. I find something attractive, I have every right to fuckin' stare at

nd unlike the women I've been with. I want her and I shouldn't. I have a simple rule: no matter how beautiful or h

ry part of her underneath me and writhing. I want to hear my name coming out of her mouth as she

favorite drink, and drop a specific warning about no one bringing it to my quarters, except Naomi. She walks in moments later, with her short un

sses. She's doing it quickly so tha

g asshole, but Barry is a fucking cunt. He's too much, and he alwa

itated. She takes a deep breath and continues pouring th

ur name?" B

and wipe his shitty smirk on my gla

sshole. He's surprised, but not fazed. He's used to r

ghtly

difficult but they're easy

want to punc

rks back the scotch. She stands upright and stares at us. She's mo

ith me." I propose. I shouldn't have, but I c

ct this. Me asking her to sit with me. She's quiet, clearly thinking abou

I can say I'm not surprised she will give me

and stare

day. Sit and drink with me." I said to

I need to go back to wor

se to surprise me?

now she knows that, I just have to be sure,, an

m aw

sit down Naomi and ha

end to know what every woman is thinking about. But not Naomi. Not this obviously shy woman. I can't figure

he just blatantly rejected my pr

exception. Naomi has just proven herself as a challenge. A challenge that I'm willing to go with. I have never mixed work with pleasure but I'm willing to mix work with pleasure for Naomi's sake. Only the soun

ion. I am slightly vexed, pissed too. She just fucking rejected me. Somet

tares back, thinking. Thinking about what? I don't fucking no. When I don't say anothe

ct the next thing she does. Naomi turns around with rage

the