Chapter 4 The Customer Who Says No

Jason, a multi millionaire who controls a lot of wealth with his brother, always went to the club to relax. He has always had his eyes on this girl who rules. She is well talked about and something just draws him to her.

So, here he is, trying to get close and break through those walls.

He booked her privately.

Which wasn't unusual - Sienna had a regular VIP rotation as a stripper. She normally gets appointments from CEOs, politicians, tech bros with too much money to spend and not enough game. Some wanted dances. Some wanted dirty talk. Some just wanted to say they'd touched Queen Sin. And some wants her body, which she is glad to give anytime.

They all paid. They all begged.

So when her manager slipped her a card with a room number and said, "This client asked for you in person," she didn't blink.

She rolled her eyes, fixed her lipstick, and made her way to the back.

Now in front of room nine, she adjusted her heels outside the door. Knocked once, there was no answer. She pushed it open and entered inside.

It was a dim private suite. A booth against the wall. And a single man inside.

He was sitting on the couch at the far end with one leg crossed over the other, relaxed like a man who knew power didn't require noise. Black suit. Clean lines. Sharp jaw. His face was turned slightly to the side, sipping from a lowball glass.

He looked like a man who belonged everywhere... and wanted nothing.

Except he was already watching her in the reflection of the mirror on the far wall.

Their eyes met before he turned.

And something shifted.

Sienna stepped inside and closed the door.

"You're the one who's been snooping and watching me," she said flatly.

He raised an eyebrow. "Is that how you greet all your clients?"

"Only the ones who haunt street corners."

Something that looked like a smirk curved his mouth, but disappeared immediately.

She waited. Expected the usual script she gets from men: You're even hotter up close. Sit in my lap. Dance for me.

But he just looked at her - still, unmoved.

"You're not what I expected," he said instead.

She arched a brow, her hips cocking into her default stance. "Disappointed?"

"No. Just... intrigued."

That word made her pulse stutter. Men didn't get intrigued by her. They got hard. Got needy. Got stupid.

This one?

He was looking at her, studying her. Like he'd already cracked her open and wanted to see what made the pieces tick.

Sienna crossed the room slowly.

He didn't shift. Didn't blink.

Didn't even drink.

"You want a dance or what?" she asked coolly.

"No."

She stopped.

He said it without malice. Without insult. Just... truth.

No.

The room stretched tight around her. Her spine stiffened.

"No?" she repeated.

"You heard me."

She stared at him, hands on her hips, fire rising in her throat. No one said no to her. Not in this room. Not ever.

"You paid for this time."

"I paid for your attention."

He leaned forward. Set the glass down. His eyes locked on hers now - gray, sharp, steady.

"I don't want your body, sin girl. Not yet."

Her nickname on his lips made her chest ache. Not in the way a kiss did. Not in the way hands did.

In the way knives did.

"You don't know me," she said tightly.

"No. But I've watched you. I know how you move when you're acting. I know what you fake. I know what you give away too easily."

Her lips parted, but no words came out.

He kept going.

"I know you don't like men who touch your stomach. I know you control the rhythm because you can't stand when someone else does. And I know that everything about you screams power and control, but your eyes? They're always pleading for someone to see the difference between what you do... and what you need."

Silence.

A raw, alarming silence.

Sienna stood there, heart beating so furiously, hands trembling so subtly she curled them into fists.

Jason leaned back again.

"I'm not here to fuck you, Sin girl. I'm here to undo you."

She had no words for this stranger.

Everything he said broke her.

She turned sharply, heading for the door.

His voice followed her.

"You don't have to run. Not tonight. Just... think."

She didn't look back.

Didn't slam the door after her.

But when she reached the hallway, her breath shuddered out of her.

She'd been naked in front of hundreds of men. Let them inside her. Let them sweat, gasp, groan against her skin.

But not one of them had ever seen her.

Until now.

She tried to take her mind off everything he said to her, so she danced and flirted. She let two men at the bar buy her drinks and pretend they had a chance.

She smiled. She smirked. She rolled her hips the way they liked.

But nothing stuck.

Jason's words clung to her skin like smoke. No matter how many showers she took, she couldn't rinse him off.

"I'm not here to fuck you, Sienna. I'm here to undo you."

What the hell does that even mean?

Who says that?

Who comes into a strip club, paid for her time, then refused her body?

It wasn't just insulting.

It was destabilizing.

She'd spent years learning how to be in control of the game - how to predict, redirect, perform. Sex was the only language she spoke fluently.

But Jason didn't want the language.

He wanted the truth.

And that scared her so much, more than any man ever had.

Backstage, she moved like muscle memory. She changed her outfits and touched up her lipstick.

Cassie noticed the frown on her face and her moodiness.

Of course she did.

"You're storming around like someone spat in your drink," she said from her spot on the makeup bench.

Sienna didn't answer.

Cassie stood up, pulled her hair into a loose puff, and crossed the room with bare feet and calm energy.

She held out a glass cup which has coconut water in it to sienna.

Sienna raised an eyebrow. "you know I don't do healthy."

Cassie smirked. "You don't do emotional regulation either, but here we are."

Sienna took the bottle from her and drank.

Cassie leaned against the vanity and watched her with that soft, sharp gaze that could peel back layers without ever cutting skin.

"What happened?" she asked.

Sienna shrugged.

Cassie waited patiently for her answer.

Eventually, Sienna murmured, "A customer... said no to me."

Cassie blinked. "To you?"

"Yeah, to me."

"So, what was his problem, Was he blind?"

Sienna gave a short laugh, but it didn't last.

"It wasn't like that, actually. He said no to the dance. To the act. But not... to me."

She paused. "Or maybe especially to me."

Cassie's brow furrowed. "That's not rejection, babe. That's curiosity."

Sienna didn't respond.

Cassie stepped closer.

"Was he gross? Did he scare you?"

"No. He was worse."

Cassie's voice softened. "He saw something, didn't he?"

Sienna looked away.

Cassie didn't press for answers.

She just rested her hand lightly on Sienna's shoulder and whispered, "Be careful. Some men want to break you. But the worst ones? They want to see you first. People like that want absolute control over you."