Chapter 7 Protection...!

"And how long have you been coming to this place?" Jake asked, his hands deep in his pockets as he looked at the extravagant entrance of the nightclub. Oliver shrugged his shoulders casually before leading the way inside.

The bouncers at the entrance recognized Oliver and allowed both of them to pass, effectively blocking the eager crowd behind them.

As they entered, the music hit them with its pulsating beats, and the atmosphere was alive with people dancing, drinking, and engaging in various forms of revelry.

Oliver continued to make his way through the club, unbothered by the commotion around him.

A woman brushed against him, leaning close and whispering, "Hey handsome." Oliver paid her no mind, his focus set on his destination. Jake observed the disappointment on the woman's face, shaking his head in understanding.

"Sorry, beauty," Jake said with a wink, his eyes wandering down to her revealing attire. "He's not in the best mood tonight." The woman smiled, ready to make another attempt, but Jake quickly backed away, keeping Oliver in mind. "Perhaps next time, once I'm done with my business," he added before turning and walking away without waiting for a response.

The woman pouted momentarily before disappearing into the crowd.

Oliver took a seat on one of the tall bar stools, ordering a drink that wasn't too strong. He had already consumed enough alcohol at Gary's house, not wanting to impair his ability to carry out his intentions for the night. Jake settled beside him, discreetly observing his friend for any signs of what was going through his mind.

"Your stares are giving me the creeps," Oliver remarked without looking in Jake's direction, his gaze fixed on the dance floor.

"Are you..." Jake began, but before he could finish his sentence, Oliver abruptly stood up and made his way onto the dance floor. Jake cursed under his breath, following closely behind as they weaved through the dancing crowd.

Oliver's gaze was locked onto a certain figure amidst the chaos. He moved with determination, his eyes never leaving their target.

Just as Donna was about to ascend onto a mini stage with a pole, she was unexpectedly yanked back. She was prepared to unleash a stream of curses, but her words caught in her throat as she recognized Oliver before her, his intense gaze penetrating through the white mask she wore.

"What are you doing?" she asked, raising her voice to be heard over the blaring music. She wondered if he recognized her underneath the mask, and if so, how he knew it was her. Without uttering a word, Oliver took her hand and led her away from the main hall, seeking a quieter hallway where their conversation wouldn't be drowned out by the music.

Before Donna could fully process what was happening, Oliver swiftly removed her mask, revealing her fair, clear skin.

"What are you doing?" she exclaimed, pushing him away slightly. But Oliver didn't falter.

"I want you," he replied simply.

Donna let out a scoff, assuming he only wanted to sleep with her and then be done. "Fine," she said with a tinge of annoyance. "If sleeping with me is all you want, then let's get it over with. I can even give you a discount, pretty boy."

"Okay," Oliver responded, surprising her with his agreement.

'Right! Who said all men were the same,' Donna thought to herself as she moved closer to Oliver and kissed him. His hands instinctively rested on her waist, drawing her closer as her intoxicating scent reminded him of his mother, a scent he had dearly missed. He didn't want to waste this opportunity to be held by her.

Their intimate moment came to an abrupt halt, however, when they heard a voice exclaim, "Oh God, what am I seeing?" Oliver instantly recognized the voice, his gaze shifting to Jake while Donna looked at him curiously.

"Who is he?" Donna inquired, her hand still resting on Oliver's neck. She was aware that only someone with knowledge of Oliver's personal life would be perturbed by their display of affection in a nightclub hallway. Such encounters were not uncommon in this environment, and she was irritated by the interruption.

"He's my friend," Oliver replied, not moving away from Donna's touch. "Why don't you find a room, and I'll join you in a minute?"

Donna sighed, shooting a glare at Jake before disappearing into one of the nearby rooms. It was there she typically changed into her work attire. Jake stood there for a moment, stunned by what he had witnessed.

"Jake?" Oliver called, snapping him out of his stupor.

"I don't understand..." Jake started, but Oliver quickly cut him off.

"Where's your credit card?" Oliver asked, abruptly changing the subject. Jake retrieved his card from his pocket, but before he could inquire further, Oliver snatched it away. "Thanks, and no need to wait for me," Oliver said, patting Jake's shoulder. "It'll take a while." With that, Oliver swiftly made his way to the room Donna had entered earlier.

Jake stood there for a moment, a whirlwind of questions swirling in his mind. Oliver had never shown any interest in women before, let alone a stripper. What was he thinking? Jake pulled out his phone and dialed a number, needing to talk to someone about what he had just witnessed. After the call, he gave one last glance at the closed door before departing.

💕Inside the room...💕

The room began to heat up as the two of them shed their clothes, scattering them across the floor. Soft moans filled the air, but suddenly, Donna pushed Oliver away with what little strength and rationality she had left. It had been a long time since she had felt this kind of desire beneath a man, especially when they hadn't even reached the main event yet. Oliver looked at her, questioning the sudden halt, his eyes fixating on the hickey on her neck.

"Do you feel..." he started, but Donna interrupted him, sitting up and taking a deep breath to steady herself.

"Protection..." she gasped, her words drowned out by the music. "Did you think we were going to do it without protection?" She moved to the edge of the bed, reaching into the bedside drawer. Moments later, she picked up a packet and tossed it at Oliver. "Put it on," she demanded.

Oliver glanced between Donna and the item before him. He knew this was going to be a long night, but he was willing to take every chance.