Chapter 5 5

"I want five bottles of Moet on ice, two cranberry for the ladies over there and," stopping my pen waiting for the cute guy to finish his order, thankfully his eyes left my chest searching the crowd of partygoers. Everyday feels like summer in this state. I can't help but love it. "Hey!" He calls to some group of guys in the pool. "You guys need anything else." They replied a no in unison facing the model looking girls in bikinis. Rich kids and the boujee life. I thought to myself writing down their orders. "Yeah and lastly your number." A roguish grin plastered on his face.

I chuckle. "Real smooth but no thanks." with a smile of my own leaving his pouty face to get his drinks.

"These are my orders." Passing the notepad to Julio I groan for the umpteenth time today seeming drained of my energy. I flex my feet snapping my neck to relieve the stress weighing me down. "Thanks Julio." I smile going back to the rich kid and his friends. Not really in the mood to fraternize due to my legs killing me, I left quickly back to the bar.

"What happened last night?" Was expecting this question like five hours, forty-seven minutes and thirteen seconds ago. Here we go.

"I was tired and sleepy. You looked like you were having fun so I left." I lie smoothly.

"No call, voice mail, nothing. I was worried about you last night. You just left all of a sudden. One moment you were next to me the other you literally disappeared on me." He is angry and have every right to be, I get it.

"I'm sorry okay." the guilt is eating me up slowly. I slept with a man who is a stranger. I had sex with a stranger. Most girls have sex with their partners or someone they feel deserving for it. Me, I willingly gave out my virginity to a stranger, a very handsome stranger in his office. Not the guy I claim to...what came over me? And now I'm lying on top another lie.

"If Ella didn't get a text from you I would have lost my shit yesterday. Don't just get me worried like that, you know I care about you. A lot." Somebody shoot me. He frowns and all I could do is compare his frown with that of Elijah. It was never really a frown, he was dauntless like a daredevil. The way his eyes rake my body, when he watches me, as he thrusts into me repeatedly...

Stop it Sonia.

"I won't try it again dad." I drawl out playfully hoping to sound sorry and move on. Dragging a nearby stool close to sit I winch at the pain I felt below whimpering at my own demise. He killed my vajayjay.

"You sure you are okay? You look exhausted."

"I'm fine. I promise." Giving a feigned smile darting my eyes away from his sceptical look.

"Hey guys." No. Ella. "Hi Nia." She gave an obvious smile. Why is she looking at me like that?

"Excuse me?" Someone calls for Julio who acknowledge with a nod.

"Gotta go ladies. Duty calls." His charming smile came out lasting more for me. I feel so bad right now. Why did I let Elijah do all those things I read or hear about? Why did those moments with him felt like heaven? Why did I seem to enjoy it? The brutal force as he drag orgasm after orgasm from me. Why did I want to see him again after that? Will I ever see him? No, I need to stay away from that club better off those doors leading to sin.

Battling with myself I catch a notice of the way Ella looks at me with a creepy ass smile. "Okay." I drawl out facing ahead still yet, I felt her eyes on me. "What?" I snapped irritated.

"I saw you you know." Confusion morphs my once irritated face.

"Saw me where?"

"Last night. At the club. Going to the exclusive door with that man." Toasted again. Not less than twenty-four hours. What is wrong with me?

"Ohh yeah." I play it cool.

"You have to be careful next time. What if Julio saw you or anyone at that?" Now I'm really feeling guilty.

"Curiosity kills the cat. I wanted to know what's behind those doors also thanks for covering up for me." I groan jumping down the stool.

"So is it true what they said about that place?" Wanting to tell her the truth but feeling highly threatened by Elijah and what he will do to her, hell me, if he finds out. I was quick enough to wake up from the mini slumber after hours of getting it.

"Nah." Picking up my notepad and pen. "It's a regular strippers club with high members of the state and government there. Nothing serious."

"Oh!"

"Yeah." I say in a dismissive tone waving my hand.

"I heard Vlad was there last night. Did you see him?" Why can't she drop the topic?

"Who is Vlad?"

"Duh. The owner of the night fantasy." Oh.

"Really. Didn't know."

"So did you see him? I heard he's so hot and sexy. His looks alone could make any girl cum in her panties. Like he's that hot." she says dreamily making me laugh.

"Easy there. I'm getting a little whiff of your lady bit Ella. Besides I only met the manager."

"Manager?"

"Yeah manager."

"Night fantasy do not have a manager. It is run by the boss himself. Vlad." again with the Vlad.

"Okay whatever."

"No i'm serious here. Tell me what he looks like." I dismiss the naughty part of what Elijah looks like trying to really think of what he looks like.

"A dark shade of brown hair, six feet five, silver grey eyes, its almost transparent but dark I tell you. Uhm what next? Well, guess I can say he is sexy. But that's it." she hits me. "Ouch!"

"That is him. He is Vlad. The owner!" she looks around cautiously before whispering softly to me.

"Really?" I follow her eyes to see if I can get a glimpse of what she's looking for.

"Have I ever lied to you?" giving her a pointed look crossing my arms over my bikini bra. "Okay that was one time. One time!" I laugh at her frown. "Is it possible Elijah is Vlad?" if he truly is I best stay off his radar.

"And by the sound of that I believe you had an encounter with him." she pry on.

"Nothing much." Giving a shrug while fixing my bouncy curls back in the ponytail.

"Just stay away from him okay." she actually sounds worried which piques my interest.

"Why?"

"I heard he's a very dangerous man. Not even the government mess in his affairs. He's a very low-key man but very very bad." I know Elijah looks dangerous but does he act it?

"Is he in the mafia or what? Gang? Circle? Mob?" I ask.

"Worst. You know I leave in the streets and in the streets we hear things a lot. Good things, bad things, crazy things. I tell you Vlad is the definition of crazy. He may look poise, hot and sexy but he's none of that. Please promise me you will be safe." what have I done to myself?

"It was only a bump into each other nothing more." she smiles nodding at my affirmation.

"That being said, I have to go consult with my gods." fishing a pot out of her skirt. "Care to join me?" flashing a wide grin.

"We are at work Ella."

"And?" snatching a lighter behind the bar she strolls back to me wiggling it on her fingers happily.

"I feel for you." throwing her head back a deep laugh came out of her lips which I follow suit.

"Your headache not mine. And don't you think I miss the waddle in your penguin walk. Those white peeps may be blind but I'm not. " she stated firmly.

"Only one quetsion. Sister to sister." she draws close. "Did he give it to you good?" My face heats up rather embarrassingly. "Awe she's blushing. Guess he gave it to you good."

Oh! it was more than good. I smile at my thought.