Chapter 3 ALARIC ASHFORD

Meadow's POV

A nervous laugh escaped my throat even as I felt sweat start to break out on my neck. "What do you mean by that?"

I was trying to distract myself from thinking about the name. His name.

Alaric Ashford.

Although I had no idea what he looked like, I'd heard stories about him back in Seattle. Tyler had told me multiple stories about how much of a cold bastard he was, and how every single employee feared him like he could squeeze the last breath out of them.

But... there was no way that this was happening.

No way that I happened to be in the same club as my ex-fiance's boss.

And no fucking way that his gaze was completely focused on me.

I turned to look upstairs again, and he was still there.

Looking at me as if he was a predator.

And I was his prey.

My skin prickled with sweat. I picked up the shot glass and downed its contents, slamming it hard onto the bar as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

"Again," I demanded.

But the bartender firmly shook his head. "No can do, pretty girl. I've been warned. I think you've had enough for one night."

My brows furrowed. "What do you mean you've been warned? I didn't warn you."

His smile was tight. "You didn't." He subtly nodded towards the stairs. "He did."

Without turning around, I knew he was referring to Alaric. But he hadn't even come down or spoken to him. "Bullshit," I scoffed.

My voice was slurring now. "I didn't see him talk to you."

"He didn't have to."

"Well, what is he? Your boss?" I scoffed, my head jerking back exaggeratedly because of how drunk I was. "And who the hell do you two think you are to tell me that I've consumed enough alcohol?"

"He owns this place, pretty girl. He is my boss."

My eyes widened.

I turned around to look up at the balcony, but there was no trace of him.

He was gone.

Too bad. I was prepared to march up those stairs and give him a piece of my mind.

I turned back to face the bartender, but before I could say anything, a man in all black appeared at my side, sliding a cold bottle of water in front of me.

"Mr. Ashford would like a word."

My gaze dropped to the water, and then to the stranger who had dark shades on.

What the hell was wrong with these people?

"Who the hell are you?" I slurred.

"I'm part of his security detail," he said plainly. "It'll serve you well to have some of this water and come with me upstairs. Mr. Ashford doesn't like to be delayed."

"Of course, he doesn't." I let out a laugh, rolling my eyes. I jumped down from the stool, deciding to leave, but the security detail's firm hand on my arm stopped me.

"What the hell?" I exclaimed. "Let me go!"

Efforts to move my arm away from his hand proved fruitless, but after I stopped fighting, he let me go.

"Drink," he muttered, screwing the cap of the water bottle open and dropping it in front of me.

I considered my options.

If I decided to run, I wasn't going to get anywhere. Not in this drunk state.

And who knew what would happen to me after he caught me? What Alaric Ashford would do.

Maybe it would be better to just go see what he wanted.

Shooting a glare at the man in black, I picked up the bottle, raised it to my lips, and drank the water until it was nearly half-empty.

Or was it... half-full?

Fuck, I was drunk as hell.

"What now?" I asked with a eyeroll.

"You follow me," he replied, and then he led me toward the stairs. We climbed up, went through a couple of hallways-this was a big-ass club-and then, we stopped in front of a door that was labeled, 'VIP LOUNGE.'

"Of course, it's VIP," I muttered under my breath.

The security detail pushed the door in for me, gesturing for me to go inside. "He's waiting."

My heart pounding furiously against my ribcage, I walked through the door, stepping into the lounge.

The cold air was the first thing that hit me. Although the club was cold as well, it was nothing compared to what I felt in this dimly lit room.

It was freezing in here.

And my nipples hurt. I could feel them straining against the croptop I was wearing.

Another sign that I should've taken this off ages ago.

I didn't even have the time to look around before I felt it again.

Eyes. Completely focused on me.

The bass from downstairs couldn't outshine the erratic beating of my heart.

I turned to the right-and there he was.

Alaric sat like a king in the corner of the lounge, legs apart. His posture commanding. And not only that.

A girl knelt between his legs, her head bobbing up and down in a motion I knew was consistent with giving a blow job.

But he wasn't even looking at her.

He was watching me, still in the shadows, his hands fisting her hair as she gulped him down.

I was ashamed of how it made me feel. Ashamed that I was rubbing my legs together, wishing...

No. I couldn't wish that.

Alaric's voice was smooth and deep as he spoke.

"Leave."

I nearly jumped out of my skin because I thought he was talking to me.

But he wasn't. The girl rose to her feet, brushing past me as she scurried out the door.

I stood frozen, my eyes glued to this man's form as he tucked himself back into his pants.

I couldn't see it, but under the dim lights, I could see some sort of reflection lined up on the underside of his cock.

Were those... piercings?

I looked away quickly, my gaze moving to his face as he rose to his feet, his form tall and broad.

He took a few steps toward me, and with every step he took, I took one backwards. On and on until I was backed up against the wall. My chest heaved from how hard I was breathing.

And then-he came into view.

Alaric Ashford had a dark, empty look in his eyes as he regarded me, his gaze sweeping over my form slowly.

Agonizingly slow.

His gaze lingered on my chest for longer than it should've, and my breath caught.

And then he smirked.

"I thought I'd need a little more studying to confirm who you were, but it appears I have everything I need," he said curtly, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. "Hello, Meadow Russell."