Chapter 6 He is my friend

I know Lobreguez, but not personally. He's my friend, but I've never seen him. For his safety, he doesn't disclose his location or whereabouts, but I can say that he knows everything, even though I am his eyes.

"I am his friend, and he will attend to me, no matter what."

"Hah, friends? Never... And that's because no one... no one... no one has seen Lobreguez, and you know perfectly well that preferences don't exist for him because you can be his eyes and ears, but I can be and do twice as much as you," she exclaims.

"Can I know where this confidence comes from?" Her response is absolute silence. "Her silence tells me everything."

Who is this woman?

I have to find out who the "Unruly Lady" is.

I won't stand idly by, so I've decided to investigate her and find a way to exploit her weakness.

"You can leave, and in the meantime, I'll get to work because I've already wasted too much time."

"Until tomorrow, Mrs. Clarke," nicknamed Pekinese.

If she wants respect, she'll have to earn it because I don't agree with her being on my level, let alone sharing this club... I stand up and give one last look to the short girl before preparing to leave.

(...)

The girl is amazed as she steps inside my house, delighting in the luxuries that surround her. She's the same girl I was with in the club's room; if I'm not mistaken, they call her Star.

"Mr. Davies, your house is incredible."

As I step out of the club, I'm pleasantly surprised to find her waiting for me, eager to finish what she started.

I won't deny that it initially annoyed me since I don't like being harassed, but on the other hand, I realize I have to do something to learn about Pekinese's life.

"Care for a drink?" I offer.

The girl isn't bad, but there's something that unsettles me within me. That penetrating gaze and those blue eyes. Oh, what am I thinking? Why am I thinking about Pekinese?

"Yes," she nods, breaking her gaze and savoring everything inside my house.

I approach her and invite her to sit as we make ourselves comfortable. She looks at me intently, and I can see the sparkle in those brown eyes. I observe her as her gaze shifts to my mouth.

That tells me she doesn't want to talk, let alone have a drink.

Raise your hands to bury your fingers in my hair, and her little mouth meets mine. I pull her tightly towards me, placing one hand on her waist as I explore her curves with the other. Mmm... She has a small waist and large, firm breasts. I slide my hand down her back and kiss her passionately. She's burning up. She starts unbuttoning my shirt. I remain still as she slides it off my shoulders and lets it fall to the floor. I gently push her away and whisper for her to follow me.

We make our way through the living room, intending to take her to the guest bedroom because I would never bring her to my own room, especially not a woman who isn't of much interest in my romantic life.

"Turn around," I command, and she does as I say.

I approach her, my lips going straight for her delicate neck, kissing it and savoring her soft and fragrant skin with my tongue.

I unzip the short dress and slide it off her shoulders, stopping when I reveal her voluptuous breasts. Oh, this turns me on, she wasn't wearing a bra. I brush my thumb against her nipples, provoking excitement and a deep sigh from her, and I become increasingly aroused as her hands search for the button of my zipper.

I release her, then take a step back to watch her dress slide down her body and fall to the floor at her feet. A golden thong reveals her beautiful round ass.

"I can see you, daddy," she gasps.

"Yes," I growl in a hoarse voice, and she eagerly turns around.

Her breasts are absolutely magnificent. I smile, and she bites her lower lip, causing my member to harden.

Oh, fuck... That excites me.

She extends her arms, sensually swaying her hips as she approaches me. She grabs the waistband of my jeans and pulls on them forcefully, so her wonderful breasts press against my chest.

I hold her head, burying my fingers in her hair, and kiss her, this time with more ferocity. She responds by grabbing handfuls of my hair, while our tongues waste no time. The rhythm becomes even more intense.

With agile fingers, she finds the top button of my jeans and pulls on it. Laughing, I grab her hands and gently push her, so she ends up lying on the bed.

After a few seconds of contemplation, I strip off the remaining clothes I have on. I walk over to the nightstand, open one of the drawers, and with a huge grin, I take out a silver package.

No condom, no party.

I love being a cautious man.

+OLIVIA+

Aaahhh... But what does that son of a bitch think he is? He thinks he can do whatever he wants with me. I'm not his puppet. He's mistaken if he thinks I'll let go of him and the privileges the boss is giving him. Since my eyes laid on him, I knew he's a worthless leech and a damn freeloader. Ha, all he wants is power, he wants control over the whole club, and I'll never give it to him.

I have no reason to share what I've worked hard for.

Ah, I'm bursting with anger. I really wished I could pull the trigger on that stupid arrogant face, just to bring down that inflated ego. Too bad I didn't, but that doesn't mean I won't do it in the next confrontation I have with him.

That damn asshole called me a lapdog. His grandmother can be a lapdog! Ah, may his grandmother forgive me, but that idiot deserves to be crushed like a worm, and if he compares me, I'll do the same. He'll be my toy to bite, and I'll tear him apart as I please.

I'm going to destroy him, and no one will stop me because there's a difference between being invited and being a freeloader who takes advantage of the privileges the boss is giving him. It's not envy. No... What I have is anger because everything I've done, I've earned.

I take a deep breath and let out the anger that idiot has left in me. I put the gun in one of the desk drawers, then I remember I have to pick up my phone, since I had thrown it at that idiot's long face.

As I pick it up from the floor, I see that it's intact, and the screen only has a small scratch, a scratch I will make him pay for. Now that the idiot is gone, I decide to leave my office, as I have to attend to the clients and make sure everything is in order.

The girls have to start their show, the casino has to be bustling with gamblers, and not to mention every piece of pleasure.

Today is the day for important people, but not the ones we usually associate with. Today is the day for influential gentlemen in society, those who are cultured and presentable to society. Nobody knows that this is what keeps them going. Some come for fun, many for business deals, others for the girls, and the rest because it's their vice, and they can't live without it.

As I walk out of the office, I notice Ponky running towards me.

I was alerted when I saw that, thinking the worst. But before anything else, I remain calm and start devising a plan because the first step to solving a problem, whether it's of enormous magnitude or small, is to create two types of plans: one for taking risks and another in case the first one doesn't work.

I ask him, and he tells me that Estrella has gone off with the freeloader. That bitch decided to quit her job to be with that piece of shit. Ah, I'm about to explode, how could she do this to me?

"Did he take her or did she decide to go?" I hiss under my breath.

"She left," he assures me, "and she said that now that there's a new boss, she can do whatever she wants because she spread the word that you no longer have authority in this club."

I'm on the verge of losing my patience, and if she wanted to leave, she better not think she can come back because I won't allow it. Let's see if that idiot will give her a job in his bed or his house because here, I'm the one in charge.

"I want you to inform the security team that she's out of the system and that she's forbidden from entering."

"But she's our best girl," he gulps.

"So what?" I glare at him. "This applies to everyone. They're all replaceable, and if she thinks that freeloader will take her away from here, she can leave."

I stop arguing with Ponky when I hear the music starting to resonate through the walls, signaling that the show has begun. I can't stay here because I have to monitor multiple points and attend to more than one client.

It's going to be a long night.

I signal to Ponky that it's time to start and for everyone to take their positions, and for the two girls to go to the entrance to greet the incoming customers.

In the first few hours, a percentage of customers enter, but it's when the show starts that most of the customers appear.