A Billionaire's Minx

AURORA

Chapter One

I slip past the numerous club members and new clients making my way to the backdoor. It's unguarded, the security team is obviously busy helping maintain order at the other entrances.

I let out an outstretched hand and heard a lot of people say, this is where dreams go to die. My hand reaches into my bag for my card, swiping it through the card reader to unlock the doors.

The people that work here say this is where dreams come to die while the people that come here say it's where dreams come alive.

Both are right.

Fantasy Elite is the house of sin.

If the devil had favourite places, Fantasy Elite would make top of the list. The most despicable beings of all creatures in the world come here to get treated like royalty. This is where sadistic, masochist, all sorts of perverted men and women come to fulfil their desires and get treated like royalty for exhibiting their diabolical ways.

Fantasy Elite is not just a strip club, it's a sex club. One requires a membership card to be here, our clients consist of seventy-five percent men and thirty-five percent women.

We offer a number of services, surrogacy and sperm donations included but the most popular ones are the strippers, alcohol and sex. Most people simply come to watch and at first, I used to wonder what kind of sick minded person would want to watch other people fuck, it disgusted me down to the bone but after watching it for so long, I got over it.

Many people enjoy engaging in orgies while others prefer to watch and they get so aroused that they touch themselves as they watch. I've done it too, I've gotten off watching other people fuck like animals without purpose and I'm not ashamed of it, not when there's so much else to be ashamed of.

It's seldom that I engage in orgies or threesomes because it would ruin my value if people saw me like that so often.

Think of me as Fantasy Elite's rare commodity, one you keep hidden behind closed doors and charge a fortune to showcase to the world and when you do, you put it in a glass case to protect it from damage.

However, the damage was done years ago. I didn't become the best asset Fantasy Elite has by luck, no. Luck is something I haven't had in a long time, I worked hard for it, I endured a lot of pain for this moment and I walked through blazing fire to be where I am today.

Most women envy the position I'm in, they loathe seeing me at the top yet they have no clue what it took to get here and the worst part is I never wanted this, it just happened. You'd assume I have it easy after enduring hell but no, nothing comes easy for me.

They tell you good things happen to good people, well I was a good girl once. I ate my vegetables, did my homework, got straight A's and went to church. The same church where my grandfather preached about a God that doesn't love me, he said God loves everyone but I always had reason to believe he had his favourites and I wasn't among them then, I'm not among them now.

The only disparity between then and now is I have accepted I'll never make the cut, I have broken all ten commandments and I don't care much for his mercies, he has never shown me any. If I could count the times he did right by me, I would count on my fingers. One of them being the time I became one of Fantasy Elite's special workers. I enjoy the spot I'm in, I work three days a week, dropping breadcrumbs when I do so the client's come back for more.

I also do special appearances and work as an escort for wealthy men that can't bag a hot date. I accompany them to events and for the right price, I end up denuded of them. Those are the nights I get wasted on liquor like my life depends on it, and nights like this too. I had to drink a lot to prepare myself for my performance tonight, I wouldn't have done this sober, I needed a push.

Yesterday, I spent all day with Emelia and it was nice. Despite being best friends, we barely hung out outside of work. On off days, I spend time working in my apartment if I'm not accompanying clients to events of their choice.

Walking into my dressing room, I shut the door behind me. I'm supposed to be on stage in exactly ten minutes, which is enough time for me to get backstage. I dressed at home and wore a coat over my outfit, because I knew I'd be late. Layla was extra chatty tonight and I couldn't leave before she went to bed.

The thought of Layla and Olivia sleeping in my apartment makes me smile.

I take off my coat and drape it over my chair. I grab my lipstick off the dresser and secure it in my hair, in such a way that no matter how much I dance, it won't fall, not even when I'm hanging upside down on the pole. I walk over to the larger mirror, tilting my head while I examine my outfit.

Tonight I'm wearing a full rhinestone set, with a pink push up bra, decorated with silver sparkle chains that join at the straps, going in opposite directions to make an X on my chest and two sparkly lines on each of my boobs. The panty matches the bra, rhinestones gracing the front and glimmering chains around my ass, meeting at the waistband of the panty. I like it, I look good, more so because it's my custom brand of lingerie thanks to Emelia, who convinced our stylist to purchase my products for tonight's event.

I had to make seventy-three orders, twenty of which had to be made by hand.

Emelia and her colleagues dance extraordinaire duo, Crane and Sasha as well as Milly couldn't agree on a routine so we split into six groups for tonight's performance instead of three. I'm performing the opening act.

Someone knocks on my door and it opens before I can respond, I turn to see who it is with a smile on my face.

I groan when I finally see who it is, Ricky, one of the backstage bouncers. I nod at him and he grins, his eyes trailing over my body with admiration. "Hmm, you look too good to be true."

I put a hand over my waist and shrug. "I am Rumor aren't I?"

Ricky chuckles, "That you are princess, but the audience expects to see Rumor on stage in two minutes."

I nod following him as he exits.

My stage name came unexpectedly, I used to be a wallflower but then people started calling me Rumor because I was too good to be true. My lips pull into a smile when I meet the other dancers backstage.

A voice comes through, busting through the speakers, "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Fantasy Elite where every fantasy is fulfilled, no matter how dirty your secret fantasy is, know you're in the right place. Here at Fantasy Elite, we aim to please you and pleasure you. Our first group for tonight has all your favorites, and our very own sadistic sexy goddess." he says.

"Rumor." chants fill the bar area and I lick my lips, my gaze veering over to the girls giving me the envious looks like they usually do, I wave them off. We're on the same boat but they don't seem to think so because it looks like I have special privilege.

My signature song starts playing, making the crowd go wild, and that's my cue. I ruffle my hair, the chains in my braids bumping when I do. Seems I'm covered in chains tonight, from my hairstyle to my lingerie. My heels are the only exception, but they do have rhinestones.

My feet begin to move, strutting to the stage, with six girls, three on my left and three on my right. The audience cheers at our appearance, it's packed tonight and I'm drunk, too drunk to be on stage. I've had more drinks than I can count on my fingers, it doesn't take a genius to see this isn't a good idea but it is.

I begin to sway my hips to the beat, the cheers getting louder by the second. I can already smell the pre-cum of every straight male in here tonight. There are seven of us on stage but all eyes are on me, I can feel their lustful eyes burning through my flesh, each wishing they be who I choose to play with tonight. I know this because this is exactly what I was made to be, a show stopper.

Life put me in the hands of evil and it was there, I was crafted to be what I am now, a temptress. I manipulate men for a living and they pay me to do it, they pay thousands of dollars, sometimes millions to touch me.

Men take a look at me and they're enchanted instantly, emptying their wallets and worshipping me like a Greek mythology goddess. Evil, disgusting men come here, most of them in their late twenties and others in their fifties, instead of being in a nursing residence or better yet, hanging out with their grandchildren.

On a Friday night, you will find a sixty year old man here, watching Rumor dance seductively as he shamelessly jerks off to the sight.

Some of them even engage in orgies and private sex acts, while others prefer to watch. I prefer to watch but the client's prefer to fuck me, if not, they want to watch me engage in the sex act but my act has less sex and more torture, people pay a lot to watch my act, and why not? It's a work of art if you ask me, I enjoy it more than the pole dancing, interpretative dance, and seductive lap dances I do on stage. My sex acts leave people speechless every time and me? They leave me content.

Scanning the room for my next victim, I grip onto the pole and hook my arms around it, losing myself in the music as I dance, men and women eye fucking me everywhere I look. A smile spreads across my lips as I spread my legs, my arms enclosed around the pole as I show these men just how flexible I am. Getting their hopes high with every move I make, staring at the crowd innocently as I scout for my next playmate. The song is almost coming to an end, I have a sexy dance with the next song, I can pick my victim then.

I twirl on the pole before sliding off completely, my heels almost breaking. I make my way to Cinnamon and circle her like a hunter does his prey, but of course- we rehearsed this.

My signature song is replaced with another, I offer my hand to Cinnamon and she grins, cheers and echoes fills the room.

When I have her hand in mine, I pull her close to me, placing my leg in between her thighs and I lick her face while she pretends to be shocked.

I look back at the cheering horny men and women watching me with awe as I turn back to Cinnamon and she winks, I brush my lips over hers and she shivers. I part her lips with my tongue and kiss her slowly, picking up pace when the crowd goes wild. Cinnamon feels like pudding in my arms, she's relaxed and kissing me harder than I kiss her, our tongues evoking a war inside our mouths.

It's like she was waiting for this to happen, she's enjoying just as much as me, a moan escapes me and Cinnamon swallows it, making the crowd cheer even louder.

Cinnamon's hips are grinding on my leg, her panties are more than soaked. I trail my fingers on her back as we break our kiss, I cast my eyes down and she does too. We both stick a finger in each other's panties and run them down our slits, getting our arousal to give to some men in the crowd. Cinnamon is wet, I love that I make both gay and straight men hard as well as gay and straight women wet.

I should just slide my fingers through her slit and take my hand out but being the minx I am, I caress her aching clit by collecting her arousal on my fingers making her release a loud moan. I take my fingers out and she scowls at me.

What? I did it for the client's.

Cinnamon slides her fingers over my slit once more before taking them out, my arousal coating them. This is why I got drunk, I always get wet when I'm drunk and looking at how glistened Cinnamon's fingers are, I'm fairly wet, not more than she is but just enough.

I bring my fingers to my mouth but halt, I'm not tasting her off my fingers, this is for some desperate fucker to taste. I look to the crowd, my other hand on my hip as I look around, searching for a man to turn bankrupt tonight but my eyes fall on a ghost from my past, I think I've had too much to drink. I drop the hand on my waist staring at him. He looks just as good as I always visualise him but taller, his blue eyes piercing through my soul as he stares at me with a blank expression.

I walk off the stage, my eyes glued on the man my imagination has conjured up tonight. I tease the men with open mouths, dying to taste Cinnamon off my fingers. I continue to move forward, until I see this desperate fool that has been bugging me for weeks to let him engage in a sex act with me. He is sitting next to my imaginary lover, who watches me fascination as I move, he looks better than his pictures. Most days I picture him bare chested but tonight, he is dressed in a black Armani suit, two buttons on his white shirt undone.

I smile at him and wink at the man beside him, he's hot but I wouldn't enjoy playing with him or the other way round, something about him tells me he's not like our regular client's. When he first began to come here, he wore a blue band but the next week, he wore a green one with a white line across it showing he is a member and willing to participate in everything.

I quickly turn away and give a random man my fingers to suck. I look at him sucking on my fingers and grin, my eyes darting all over the room to catch everyone's reaction.

My eye found my imagined lover once again, clenching his jaw hard, so hard it looked almost painful, he always did that when he was upset. I pout at the sight as he stares at me with silver eyes, that have my blood running cold like his stare. His gaze feels cold, too cold to be a product of my ingenuity.

I blink, opening my eyes to see if he disappeared and reappeared elsewhere but no, he's still in the same spot, the annoying man that bugs me every night I'm here leaning into his ear to whisper something.

Fuck.

Caelum.

I'm not imagining him, he's here.

He is sitting ten feet away from me.

Every encounter I've had with him starts replaying in my mind, from the day we met, the day he said he loved me, the day I surrendered myself to him and the last time we saw each other. Seeing him here not because I imagined him is astonishing but my facial expression remains unchanged, a playful simile across my lips and my eyes still eye fucking his gaze.

God I feel sober right now.

I feel teeth on my fingers.

Fuck, this bastard is gnawing on my fingers!

I tear my gaze away from Caelum, dropping it to the man sucking my fingers hungrily. I pull them out and place my hand on his shoulder, wiping them off in a manner no one can suspect. I offer him my hand and take him up on stage with me. I nod to one of the bouncers to give me a chair that I shove him into.

The crowd cheers my name and I turn back to look at Caelum as I walk away from the man. Cinnamon takes over and straddles him, ready to give him what will be the best lap dance of his life.

The other five girls step forward, three gripping the dancing poles and two standing beside me. I've lost track of how many songs I've wasted tonight, trying to pick someone to play with later, in the room. The girls and I begin to dance, our final performance for tonight before the next group comes.

I stick my tongue out and wink at the audience before resting my eyes on the figment of my imagination that has come to life. He brings his glass to his mouth as I fondle with my boobs for three seconds, even though he is watching me intensely. The sound of my heart thumping is drowned out by the loud music. Everyone and everything fades to nothing but him and I as I dance, no longer feeling the music but following the routine to a T.

Chapter Two

CAELUM

Tonight, I had plans with my friends like I do every Friday. What I didn't know is it would lead me to my past. I prefer not to come to this club in particular because my sister runs around these parts and I prefer she not know I purchased shares in this club around the same time she started working here.

I could tell her about it but my sister is stubborn and she would think her fiancé, my friend Ryker and I did it to control her but it's not like that.

At some point five years ago, this cooperation was in the dumps, my four friends and I purchased fifteen percent of the business each and we worked to raise it. It was a good investment, an undergoing elite sex club that we turned around. Cassian and Bishop with their architecture, Ryker with his engineering and me with my bone for flipping businesses.

None of us have had interest in anything to do with a club that didn't involve money until two months ago. Cassian was here to run an errand, why did he do it in person? I have no idea but he met a woman here.

Cassian has a girlfriend he's set to marry soon as she's out of college but that has never stopped him from pursuing other women. Among us four, Ryker is the loyal one, always has been and will die so because he is marrying my twin sister.

My sister is a female Kohen, at eighteen she ran away to pursue her career and this fucker I call my friend helped her. When she returned two years later, they started seeing each other secretly, Ryker had just gotten out of a toxic relationship at the time and Cassian and I were determined to help him fuck his ex out his system.

We had succeeded at first, but soon Ryker wouldn't dare touch another woman.

It wasn't long before I found out the reason he didn't want other women was because he was screwing my sister, catching them in bed together at my second wedding anniversary party earned him a beating from me. I assumed he was using her as a rebound but he proved me wrong, Ryker loves her just as much as I do, if not more.

Back to Cassian, ah yes, my best friend has a type, rich and lonely women. He lures them in with his charm and they fall into his trap, unlike him I don't charm women, I simply gaze at them and they drop their panties in a heartbeat.

Cassian has been struggling to charm a certain dancer and slash Dom into his bed and tonight we came to see the woman, he wouldn't show us pictures because he said she looked better in person.

Two months, he's been coming here, blowing us off on most Fridays. According to Cassian, the woman is a knockout, her beauty has angels singing hallelujah when you lay your eyes upon her. I thought this one was an exaggeration and I needed to see this woman, I needed to see what the hype is about.

I sat in my seat for a solid one hour thirty minutes, downing Johnny Walker blue label scotch whiskey.

Bishop went to the other side of the club, to the sex frenzy region. Today is his first time here but he doesn't need directions, he knows the blueprints by heart. I wanted to go with him and see how different they do things here considering it makes more than the other sex club Bishop runs.

I was about to leave when Cassian stopped me, reminding me how he has been my wingman since we were in cribs so I stayed. His logic was preposterous but I was intrigued, too invested in the love story between playboy bachelor Cassian and the stripper that had him swoon without even touching him.

The stories he told us about their encounters were surreal. According to him, she is playing hard to get with him, it's what she does.

Rumor, that's what he said her name was, it made us laugh because it was the first I'd ever heard of. Ryker joked I should also try to charm the stripper and see who she'd pick between Cassian and me but we all know I don't court women longer than three hours. I make them cum so hard that by the time I'm done fucking them, they forget their name and they make their decision, to stay or leave.

Most of them stay, they plead with me to use them for my pleasure. Cassian was willingly to bet us tonight, she'd go home with him and we happily took that bet to the next level.

Cassian has a classic car that I've been meaning to add to my collection of cars but if I can get it out of him for free, why waste money on a new one, he can and so we made the bet, if he didn't take her home tonight he would give Ryker and I his car and if he did, we would give him whatever he desired.

Little did I know I wasn't prepared for what came next, when the music started playing I poured myself another glass of Scotch.

The room echoed with chants and cheers, for Cinnamon, Trixie, Blue, Candy, Lexi and Rumor. The Rumor chants much louder than the rest, Cassian moved closer to me with excitement as the dancers came on stage. My eyes were checking out the bartender who was watching Ryker, little did she know she had no chance.

Ryker didn't so much as glance her way but my sister saw her, she yanked her by the hair and took her somewhere, I lost them in the crowd. When my gaze shifted to the stage, I wasn't prepared for what I saw.

I was met with a familiar face, too familiar.

I had only fallen in love once in my life, and her face was engraved in my mind forever. There was no way I could ever forget the woman that showed me I could love so deeply.

God knows I was a dead man walking for her kisses, her touch, whatever she had to offer I was a fool for it.

I looked at my whiskey, and shook my head, rubbed my eyes and leaned forward to see if I wasn't imagining her. No, I wasn't drunk yet and the image in front of me was moving, she wouldn't be moving that fast if I imagined her.

I didn't imagine her, Aurora was real.

Beautiful as the day I first saw her, if not more. Cassian was yelling over the music, cheering for the woman in pink sparkly lingerie. My air supply was limited as I saw my past come to life before my eyes.

When her eyes finally met mine, she smiled like she wasn't shocked at all to see me. I tensed when our eyes locked but she didn't, not until minutes later when she had her fingers in some old man's mouth. The fingers I'd watched dip into her fellow dancers cunt right after she kissed her like there was no tomorrow, when Aurora pulled away, the dancer looked at her with empty eyes.

I would never admit it but I sympathised with the dancer. The feeling of emptiness when Aurora's lips left hers was something I felt one too many times. I brought my glass to my lips as Cassian leaned over to whisper how she'd noticed him and he was going to be enchanted by him.

Little did he know she wasn't staring at him, she was looking at me. I couldn't help but wonder what she thought of when she saw me but her face was indistinct.

Her eyes widened when Cassian leaned into my ear, she blinked twice and that's when it hit me, Aurora wasn't looking at me, she thought she was envisioning me but when she realised, she was alarmed, if I weren't studying her so closely, I would have missed her reaction but I caught it before she fixed her expression.

The next thirty minutes turned into a staring contest, Aurora stared at me as she danced. Cassian was cheering loudly for her, so loud it disturbed me but then again, every straight male was screaming at the top of his lungs for the women on stage.

Aurora didn't miss a beat on that stage, the way she touched herself and moved her body had my cock pushing against my zipper. I was willing to bet ninety percent of the men in this room had a boner thanks to her.

I stayed put for the entire show, brushing my cock against my thigh as I watched her. When her performance was completed, she went backstage with all the dancers that accompanied her on stage. I spotted one of my toys and had her give me a hand job in the bathroom, she obliged with ease.

That was ten minutes ago, now I'm sitting next to Cassian as rumbles on and on about Rumor. At one point I had to ask which one was Rumor just to be sure and I must say, it fits her.

She's not like I recall, she's grown bigger tits and her hips are fuller, so much fuller. I wonder if-

No Caelum.

Over the past hour, I've discovered a lot about her but mainly three things.

1: She's dead inside, the fire in her eyes is nowhere to be seen.

2: She's a master at this, she could do her job in her sleep.

3: She's not the Aurora I knew.

The girl I met seven years ago, was just a girl but the one I saw today, she's all woman. When I first met her, I took one look at her and decided she was the one but it was a lie.

Just like everything that slipped past those sexy lips of hers, it was a dream.

Aurora weaved the best fantasies, I see why she'd be perfect for Fantasy Elite. Illusion is what she does best, Aurora made me feel like I was the only man she'd ever met, the only one in eternity, she looked at me with such innocence.

Aurora was a free spirit, wild, free and she spoke her mind too damn well.

I loved how a fury little girl would melt into my arms. She made me feel things I'd never felt before and she vanished, she ran off with someone else. I found it hard to believe I was just another one on the hit list, I shouldn't have been. The way she kissed me, and danced in my arms when there was no music couldn't have been a lie, or maybe she was good at faking it....

Or maybe, maybe Aurora was my karma. I used to leap from one girl to another in under a week, I had no preference, female was my preference until her. Aurora was a game changer in so many ways, she wasn't like the girl's I was used to and certainly didn't smell of desperation but that was probably because she had so many men lined up already.

Hell, she had me fooled. I felt special, I was her first. She trusted me with her purity and I fell harder for her. It was hard to find an eighteen year old virgin but of course she wasn't eighteen, she was younger than that. Every time I saw her she had a smile on her face, mischief burning in her eyes and I loved it. I loved the way she was with me, for me. Every time I saw her, she made me feel giddy like a little girl that received a Barbie doll house she longed for but I didn't care.

Aurora reappears a few feet away, this time she's dressed, barely but it's more than she was wearing earlier. Cassian was right, angels do sing hallelujah when you see her. She's signing autographs with her lips and lipstick. All men surrounding her will be jerking off onto the papers, imagining it's her mouth hanging open, waiting to receive their come, perverts.

Aurora notices me once again but looks away immediately. Another man holds out his right hand.

Yikes, way to be obvious.

She pulls another lipstick from her hair and wears it before placing a kiss into his palm. Her lip curls up slightly but the expression is eliminated as fast as it came. She signs his arm, flashing him a million dollar smile that will have him emptying his wallet.

Right now he feels special, she not only kissed his palm but she smiled at him as she signed her name on it. He moves and another takes his place, Aurora can make fifty men feel like one in a million at the same time.

Exhibit A: The way she's working the room.

She smiles at the man in front of her, holding her heart dramatically as he tries to charm her.

Don't do it buddy, she'll chew you up and spit you out so fast, you'll never see it coming. Aurora broke my heart, a heart I didn't know I still had till I met her.

A song I don't recognize starts playing and Cassian nudges me. "I'm going in, watch me work."

I don't respond, I should but I let him move seeing he is hypnotised by her. Bishop returns, standing right in front of me with the widest smile on his face. I don't see why he's so happy, he is blocking my view, my foot nudges his feet and he moves, declining in the seat that Cassian occupied until a minute ago.

"Where are the idiots?"

"Ryker went to find Lia, and Cassian is.." I trail off, raising my glass to where Cassian is, he is with Aurora.

Bishop whistles, "Hot. I think I just came."

I don't respond to him, I proceed to watch the exchange between Cassian and Aurora. He's talking and she's smiling, batting her eyelashes at him.

The more he tries to charm her, the wider she smiles, he seems to crack a joke and she laughs, placing a hand on his shoulder, she brushes his arm softly before pulling away.

Smooth, Aurora knows how to tease a man until he is on his knees, begging her for more, for a taste, a tiny drop of whatever she can give him. Even when she was younger she had this power only she was oblivious to it but now, it's evident she's acknowledged it and she knows exactly what she's doing to these men, to Cassian.

Cassian has been following her for weeks now, she knows what she's doing and it won't end in his bed like he thinks.

Aurora has a maliciousness about her, it's what she's here for. She knows all eyes are on her, and not in an innocent bewildered manner and I know for a fact she feels my eyes on her, yet, she acts like I don't exist, she is pretending I'm not sitting here.

Like she didn't see Cassian with me, like seeing me didn't strike one reaction out of her.

What's worse, she's pretending the last few minutes on stage didn't happen, fuck minutes, the last few years. God I'm going to make her pay for what she did to me.

For each lie she fabricated, I will make her pay and mercy? Yea, I most likely won't show her any.

Aurora ruined me for any woman after her, Scarlett included. There's no way that fact will change but I have had the urge to hurt her like she did me for so long, finally doing it will give me peace and best of all, she's fair game.

Cassian manages to drag Aurora to us, keeping her at arms reach, at the exact moment Ryker arrives, without my sister. I guess she has things to tend to. There's another set of dancers on stage but I'm not watching, neither is Bee. I look at Aurora, she looks better up close.

Her hair is longer, her lips are crimson, she licks them and I look up to her eyes, still beautiful as ever but something is missing, they look empty. Her jawline is so pretty I can't wait-

"Rumor, these are my friends, Ryker, Bee, I mean Bishop and Caelum." Cassian says, pointing to each of us with his phone as he tells her our names.

Why does he have his phone, did he get her number?

Ryker and Bishop smile at her and she returns their smiles before looking at me with the same phoney smile. "I think I know him."

Cassian's smile fades, he thinks any girl that says she knows me with a smile like that has been under me and he's not wrong, she has been under me, only she was smaller back then.

"You think?" I ask, setting my drink on the table beside me. I've had too much already. Aurora nods confidently, "Cassian, why are you introducing the pretty lady?" I ask, my eyes staying on Aurora's empty eyes, her mouth curved into a fake grin.

"I want to make her my friend so I brought her to meet my other friends." he winked at me.

"We are friends Cassian, as of ten minutes ago." she grins, her eyes darting to Cassian who places a hand on her waist.

Ryker sees how tense I become and cuss's under his breath.

I relax in my seat, ignoring Cassian's hand on Aurora. It shouldn't affect me that he is touching her, many men probably touch her, that's why she appears not to feel Cassian's fingers playing on her waist.

I ignored that too, staring into her eyes, "Friends, is that so baby girl?" I ask, in response, Aurora frowns but nods. "Come here."

She scowls at me and laughs, "What the fuck?"

"I said come here." I repeat and this time I don't give her a chance to reply, I reach my hand out and grab hers, before she can react, I pull her into my lap and she gasps.

I secure my arm around her waist to ensure she doesn't leave and she doesn't, instead she glares at me furiously, even then there's no fire in her eyes. "You know, I might look like a better version of Barbie but make no mistake boy, I'm not a Barbie doll. Watch it next time, I could scream and have you beat up and thrown out but you seem to have a face too pretty to ruin so I'll let you off with a warning, no one touches me without asking me or pay-"

I smash my lips onto hers, I couldn't help myself, a bratty vixen turns me on. At first she tries to fight me off but she relaxes, kissing me back but she's gone, her lips are on mine but she doesn't seem to let any emotion mark them. Cassian screams, "not fair." Making me grin against Aurora's lips.

She tastes familiar, like the strawberry ice cream my niece forces me to eat but better mixed with red wine, she's drunk, that explains the bravery. A woman that screwed me over wouldn't be this bold in front of me, she'd be terrified but fuck, the mixture of strawberries and wine is unbeatable.

I aggravate our kiss, kissing her harder to see if I feel different, to see if she kisses me with something, any emotion but nothing. The only sensation I get is blood rushing down to my cock, Aurora moans in my mouth every six seconds, not because she likes it but because she has to, it's like a pattern.

She does it exactly after six seconds, I've been counting and not once has she missed it. Frustrated, I tug on her bottom lip as I end the kiss.

Her eyes widened, it's as if she wasn't here until I bit on her lip. I watch as a bead of blood appears on her lip. I lean forward once again and suck on it, when I pull away she's stunned. I grin at her as she scowls at me, "Still a mouthy little brat, huh Aurora?" I ask. The moment her name leaves my mouth everyone at our table gasps.

"Aurora?" Cassian gasps, "As in...fuck! You knew all along and let me think I had a shot?"

Ryker looks at Aurora and shrugs, "Small world, I didn't recognize her before but it makes so much sense now."

Bishop chuckles, making me look at him. He raises his glass to me and smirks, "I told you all you had to do was go to a strip club." he jokes.

When Aurora left, he had one motive, drag me to strip club to find a professional to fuck but I didn't bother, I never paid for pussy I sure as hell wasn't going to start then.

I turn to Aurora, who has been trying to get off my lap. "Are you fucking Cassian or you're ready to pay? "

Her wiggling halts as she gazes at me, "Pay what?"

"Do I need to remind you what you did to me seven years ago?"

She rolls her eyes and shakes her head in disbelief, "Hmm, seven years ago. Lets see, I was having fun, I met a fuck boy, we fooled around and life happened but seven years later he wants me to pay? For what exactly, making you smile?" she asks, I don't respond and she feigns a gasp, "No? Hmm, then I suppose I should apologise for spreading my legs for you, or perhaps I should apologise for giving-"

My hand goes flying to her throat and she grins wickedly, biting her lip in a way that makes me cock twitch. "Don't be an asshole. I'm off the clock, I need to get home before it's too late."

I hate this woman, rage builds up inside me and it's visible, it doesn't seem to faze her, instead of cowering she bats her eyelashes at me. I fell in love with this woman but now, I feel nothing at all and she's to blame. I tighten my grip on her throat and she snickers at me. "Your fun ruined my life. Your fun broke my heart, a heart you awakened but had no right to break. These guys at this table strived to help me pick up the pieces but you left with them. Now guess who I'm going to break?"

This time she's silent, her smile fades and it's my turn to smirk. My friends don't say a word, except Bishop who makes a smartass remark I almost miss because I'm consumed in Aurora's reverie. I release her throat and loosen my grip on her waist, her body loosens up when I do but her peace is short lived by my hand spanking her, hard. She jerks off my lap and walks away. I watch her closely, she heads to the bar.

"You not only kissed the woman of my dreams, you threatened her and spanked her." Cassian grumbles.

"The woman of your dreams is in a den of vultures and she's the ringmaster. Great taste, but awry woman. Aurora will ruin you, no other woman after her will feel the same no matter how tight or warm the cunt is." I don't look at him as I reply, my gaze stays on Aurora, I could let her get away and chase her but I can't seem to stop watching her.

"Of course, you're speaking from experience." I hear Ryker say and Cassian agrees.

Am I? Maybe.

"Fuck off, you wouldn't have a chance with this woman. She's a tease, you'd never get her in bed with charm. She's a different breed this one, you're too cute for her, she already had you on your knees before you saw her bare pussy. I'd hate to see what you'd do if you saw it."

Cassian snarls, "I will worship her like the goddess she is, if she wants me on her back like she does men during her acts, I will oblige."

Bishop chuckles, "If her act is half as good as what I saw on the other side, I'm here for it, sorry Caelum but your revenge can take a shit."

I don't respond to him, I keep my eyes on Aurora, she's sipping beers at the bar like water.

"The best, you should come see on Monday, her partners act like it's the best pussy, begging to touch her." Cassian tells him, I don't have to look at him to know he winked after his statement but I do, and he winks at me too. "I am sure it must be some good pussy to have you wanting it seven years later, I mean, can I still tap that? She said she'd consider picking me for her act. Do I have your blessing?"

"My blessing? I don't care who you fuck Cassian, if you want that vulture, go for it." I say, licking my teeth right after. Aurora would undoubtedly eat him for breakfast.

"Bet, but I'm intrigued, how did they bag such a woman, she can run her own private club and I'd pay millions."

I nod, I would too. Any sane man would, which leaves me thinking...

How did she end up here? Her parent's are well off, her mother is a doctor and her father owns a successful company. Aurora was too much of a feminist to be working in a place like this. Something about Aurora and a sex club doesn't add up, a strip club yes but sex club? No, something is wrong here and it's not just the emptiness of her gaz-

Ryker's words cut through my thoughts as I turn to look at him, "Umm Cae, looks like your runaway bride is trying to kill herself."

I follow his gaze to where Aurora stands, drinking tequila shots like they're water off a waiter's tray. "Shit." I mummer.

She's already too drunk and now tequila?

I rise and take my keys off the table, Cassian grins too widely. If not to fuck her, Cassian will befriend her just to piss me off. It's not often that someone gets under my skin, fuck often, it never happens that's for sure. I walk over to Aurora and grab her by the arm, dragging her out with me, the alcohol makes it hard for her to react. By the time she reacts, she's strapped to the passenger seat in my car. "Open this goddamn door." she warns, I don't miss the distress in her body language.

"What's your address?"

"I'm not telling you where I live psycho." she grimaces, "If you don't open this door I'm going to start screaming and I will report you for harassment. You could go to jail for that you know, and looking at you, you're going to drop the soap a whole fucking lo-"

I turn away from her, placing one hand on the steering wheel, I start the car, Aurora plunges into the seat when I begin to drive. I grin, "Fine, have it your way Aurora."