Taming Mr. Black

" Naomi!" The sound of my name makes me jolt up from my bed at once. I clean my eyes and stare at the person next to my open door. My younger sister Rachel stands next to my door with a toothbrush in her hand as she smiles at me.

" Good morning. Mama said I should tell you that you will be late for work soon." Rachel says and disappears down the hallway, leaving my door open.

I groan and get out of bed. I quickly take my bath, get dressed in my previous day clothes and head to the living room. The house looks lively and smells beautiful.

" Pancakes." I say as I walk towards the kitchen.

Mom's making pancakes like I predicted.

" Good morning, Mama." I say and kiss my mother on the cheeks.

" Good morning, baby. How did you sleep?" Mom asks and scoops pancakes on a plate and pushes it to the edge of the counter for me to take. I give her a grateful nod and brew coffee for myself.

" Good." I say, while adding sugar and cream to my coffee.

" Mmm..."

" Is this about that boyfriend of yours?" Mom asks in Spanish.

I groan. Everytime she speaks in our language to me, I feel like a child. She always does this on purpose.

" Mama." I blow air into my coffee and take a sip. I sit down to start eating.

" I thought you two were like done." Rachel says and pokes her head into the kitchen. I glare at her.

" Out. The seniors are talking." Mom says in English. Rachel rolls her eyes and disappears behind the wall.

Mom sighs and turns to look at me. I avoid her gaze. I can't, with her right now. I don't want to talk about my bad relationship with George.

" Sweetheart." Mom says in Spanish.

I look up, while trying to eat up my pancakes and get the hell out of here. I'm nearly late for work and my mother knows that.

" Are you okay?" She continues in Spanish.

" Yeah. I'm fine." I say and stand up, carrying my plates with me to the sink.

" Okay, I believe you." She continues to speak in Spanish.

I ignore her and drop my plates in the sink. I turn on the tap to wash my hands.

" Is he still bothering you? I mean, after you told him you were done?" Mom asks in Spanish.

" Yup." I mutter underneath my breath. George is the last person I want to talk about right now and she knows that.

" What did you even see in him? I'd never liked him. He's just so privileged with daddy and mommy issues. He's too full of himself and God, he's so arrogant. I mean, not standing up for you when his mother was berating you, that was so shameless of him. And his parents, who do they think they're? The fact that they're rich doesn't mean they'll treat people like gum. Chew them up and throw them away when they please. God, they are just out of control. These privileged people..." Mom goes on and on with Spanish.

" Mom. It's okay. George and I are over. We're not getting back together. I didn't know it would turn out like this. I'm done with him. For good. And I don't care about his parents berating me. I'm a successful woman and a graduate with a marketing degree. The fact that I don't have a good job yet doesn't make me useless." I say and sigh as I turn off the tap.

This is why I don't want to talk about George or his family. They just give me a headache that tends to stay for too long.

" I'm happy you're finally moving on and becoming a real woman. I knew I trained you to be better." Mom says and leans against the counter as she watches me. I don't say a word but drink my coffee in peace and quiet.

" So when are you planning to leave that job? It's bringing you anything, but good. You don't live in a good apartment, Naomi. You have a roommate and yet you feel so content with that bartending job." Mom says in Spanish.

" Mom. I'm not content, I just don't have a choice. Plus you taught me how to work hard and earn money the right way." I say and drop my cup of coffee on the counter.

" That job of yours, bartending is not even that good of a job. I want you to do something else. You have a marketing degree, start job hunting again." She still speaks in Spanish.

" I'm not a bartender, mama, I'm a server. There's a difference between a bartender and a server."

" They both work in a club or bar." Mom points out in English.

" Mom, you need to cut me some slacks. There are no jobs in the city. I have tried before and trust me, I'm still trying." I grab my coat and wear it.

" I thought you hated your boss." Mom says again. I groan and roll my eyes.

" I didn't say that. I remember I only said he's an arrogant privileged asshole."

" He's never said a word to you and you hate him. Are you sure that's hate? I mean, you always talk about him every chance you get and he's never for once stared at you. I don't even think he knows you exist." Rachel says as she walks into the kitchen.

" Shut up, Rache." I playfully glare at her.

" I'm gonna go now." I walk towards my mom and hug her.

" You know I want the best for you right?" Mom asks me in English. I smile and nod.

" I know." I pull away from the hug and turn to leave.

" Don't forget your nephew's birthday is tonight. You can't be late." Mom says.

" Yeah sure. You know I won't miss Charlie's birthday for anything in the world. Where the hell is he?" I grab an apple and walk towards the living room.

" He's still sleeping. I've tried to wake him up." Rachel says behind me.

" Charlie! You awake? Oh my God Charlie, Bruno is about to eat your Spiderman toy!" I lie and pat my family dog, Bruno, on his head. He whines and tilts his head to the side.

" I'm awake!" I hear Charlie's voice and his small feet racing down the stairs. I laugh and head out of my family's house.

I breathe in the warm morning air as I look around for a cab. I see one and enter inside and I shut the door. I give my address to the driver and he starts to drive. I shut my eyes and take in a deep breath. My phone rings and I pull it out of my coat pocket. Bianca, my roommate and literally close friend, is calling me. I pick up and put the phone to my ear.

" Hey, Bianca."

" Hey. Naomi. How are you? Are you off to work?"

" Yeah, I'm good. And I'm off to work. What's up with you? Leaving for work too?" I ask.

" Something like that."

Bianca and I have been close friends since we both graduated from the same college. Bianca works as a cashier in the city's mall, not a fancy job for someone who graduated with a business degree. And I on the other hand graduated with a marketing degree and I worked as a server in this elite club called club k. The biggest club in the city and owned by Billionaire Killian Black. The bartenders and servers are mostly college graduates. You barely ever get a job as a bartender in club k, especially when you don't have a good degree. It was home for the elite men and wealthy men of the state. There are times where celebrities just drop by. The club is the most talked about club in the country and the home to nearly every Billionaire you can think of. So me being able to secure a job there, I guess I should be grateful. The pay is pretty great too. At least I get to take care of my bills and myself.

" Something like that?"

" Yeah. I'm on my way to work."

" Okay." I answer.

" George was here though. He dropped by yesterday saying he needed to see you. Well I told him you're not around. He got pissed and left." Bianca says. I sigh.

" What are you gonna do about him?" She asks when I don't say anything.

" I've told him countless times I can't do it anymore."

" You really need to work harder. Get him off your back once and for all Naomi."

I sigh and nod to no one in particular.

" I gotta go now. Be careful."

" I will." I say and Bianca hangs up.

George is my boyfriend. Well my ex boyfriend. George and I started dating when I was a senior in university. He was out of college and worked as a finance manager in his father's company. They were loaded. Rich privileged people. At first I knew the relationship was gonna hit the bus, but George was so invested in our relationship he wanted to keep going. His family didn't like me. They believed I was too under class for their son. And his mother never tried to hide it, always throwing it at my face that I wasn't good enough for their son. George was their only son and maybe they wanted the best for him. I couldn't stand it anymore. We've been dating for over two years now and it was time we just let go. There was no future between me and George. His parents didn't like me and they kept berating me to George. There were occasions they set him up with different beautiful women who are rich and share the same social class as George. I told him I was breaking up with him. George didn't take the breakup lightly. I made him understand why I can't be with him or any other privileged men for that matter.

I hated to be treated like I was nothing. I was something. I make my own money and I'm a fucking graduate. I might not be rich but I was stable. So since I broke up with George, which was five weeks ago, he couldn't help himself. He would drop by my apartment and apologize for the things he didn't even do and always demanded we start over again. George hated when someone said no to him. It's like a disease. He couldn't stand the fact that I broke up with him even when I gave him a valid reason. Well he constantly dropped by my apartment just to tell me to come back to him. Because of his constant pest behavior, I started spending some of my nights at my mother's house.

My family isn't really all that rich. We weren't poor either. We were comfortable and happy. My father was a veteran of the army. He went to war sixteen years ago, the year Rachel was born, and never came back. We got news that he died, died in action. It was hard for my mom, she cried and cried. My older brother, Antonio, and I made it our life's mission to look after her and also take care of Rachel. Antonio worked as an interior designer. The pay is pretty great, far better than the salary I earned at club k. But the problem is, he was never at home. Always out there working and trying to make more money. Charlie is his kid. He's 7 years old. His mother, Grace, divorced my brother, Antonio, because according to Grace, she couldn't date a man who's not always at home. She wanted a loving, caring husband and so they went their separate ways, with Charlie under my brother's custody. He stays with my mother since his father was barely around and there's no one to look after him.

The cab stops outside the famous club k and I get down. It's pretty early, so there aren't any teen girls and youths queuing on the line to get a pass into club k. I pay the cabbie and enter inside the club.

Today is going to be another long day.

The first person I see the minute I step inside the club is Keiran. He's a bartender, works the bar frequently and he's my very good friend. Keiran is hot. Short blonde hair, one sleeve tattoo on his left arm. He's pretty tall, not that tall and he's attractive. He's literally the ladies' man. Most female customers who drink by the bar every other night always flirt with Keiran and drop him a lot of tips. He's beautiful to the eye and you just can't ignore him even if you try.

I walk towards the bar and sit myself in front of Keiran. I'm pretty early today. Since it's Friday, I decided to come early. Fridays are one of the busiest days in Club K aside Sundays. In less than a few hours there will be men dressed in suits all over these expensive couches with girls on their lap.

There's a strip club at the top. It is the VIP area. You need a pass or a ticket to get up there. Most celebrities or wealthy bachelors and married men hang out there. It's their favorite spot in club k.

" Hey girl. What's up." Keiran greets me when he notices my presence.

" Hey Keiran. I'm good. What's up with you? You came pretty early, huh?"

" Yeah. And I'm good." He chuckles and continues to wipe the glasses used for serving drinks. " Today's Friday and it's one of our busiest days. Plus I heard the boss is dropping by today."

" Mr. Black?" I ask. I'm not surprised.

Killian Black isn't like every other wealthy bachelor in the city. I might dislike the man for no reason in particular, except he's a genuine asshole and a dick bag, but he's fine to the eyes. Killian Black is hot, sexy. He's that type of man you just can't get enough of by just staring at him. He's good looking, too attractive and that just seems to annoy me. He's an arrogant son of a bitch. I first encountered him the day he threatened to fire Keiran for nearly spilling a bottle of Scotch on him, and then he fired Kelly, Keiran's twin older brother, because he did a poor job of serving him his drink. I have never seen a conceited asshole like Killian Black before.

The man doesn't know his workers. He doesn't even know what they look like or even their names. He just didn't care. All he cares about is dropping by his club twice a week to get wasted, get high, and get fucked and leave for his multi Billion dollar company on weekdays. He is just too annoying and too much. He is the fine definition of privilege and he treats people like shit. He barely gives a shit about anyone. I don't care if he's so sweet to some set of people, the man is just a complete jerk. A good looking jerk, and I hate that he's so attractive.

He always uses the back door each time he visits the club so you barely ever know he's around, except you're asked to serve the VIPs drinks upstairs. That's when I ever know he's around. Only this year, he fired two of Club K's managers. Why? Because, he believed they were doing a bad job of handling his business. The present new manager is his cousin, Preston. And for some good reasons, Preston is nothing like my boss, Killian Black. And I'm grateful. Preston is tolerating, easy to work with and he is understanding.

" Is he here to get wasted like every other day?" I ask Keiran, as I step behind the bar to go to the back room and drop my things.

" Yes, Naomi. Days like this are the days we make a lot of money, and attractive bartenders like us get good tips." Keiran says.

I smile, drop my things, and walk back to the bar.

" You know how Mr. Black is. He's pretty popular, even amongst women."

" I pity the unfortunate woman who's gonna go home with him tonight." I mutter.

Keiran gives me a long stare. I stare back at him and raise my eyebrows in a questioning gesture.

" What?"

" Nothing. How's the boyfriend doing? You know? George. The one who hates your job." Keiran says. I eye him and roll my eyes.

" We are done."

" No shit." He exclaims dramatically.

" What?"

" You guys were so in love."

" And how would you know that?" I ask. Keiran shrugs.

I was anything but in love with George. I liked him a lot. He was pretty sweet, maybe a little controlling, but he was sweet. I never loved George. Reasons why I wasn't in my mother's arms crying my eyes out because, his parents think little of me.

" You never loved him? Damn, girl." Keiran mutters. " Does that mean I get a chance with you?"

" Not in your dreams, Keiran."

The doors to the club opens and Rita rushes In. She's a bartender and works here too.

" Hey guys." She says to us.

" Hey Rita." I smile at her.

" What's up, Rita?"

Rita sighs and drops her bag on the bar top.

" Were you running?" I ask. She sits down next to me on a barstool.

" Something like that. I heard Mr. Black is coming today."

" Like every other Fridays." I point out.

" He might be attractive, but hell, he's scary." Rita says. " A glass of whiskey please, Keiran."

" Get it yourself, Rita, and make sure you add it to your tab." Keiran says to her. She groans. I chuckle.

" I don't know if you guys noticed but, Killian doesn't give a shit about us or anything that has to do with the down level. He mostly cares about the VIP section. That's where the real shit happens." I say.

" Yeah. Talking about VIP quarters." Rita says as she stands up and goes to the bar to grab a drink.

" Sassy called in sick. Someone would have to serve the VIPs today to take over from Sassy." Rita says, giving me a pointed look.

" And what's that look?" I ask.

" It means you'll be working with Debs tonight to serve drinks to these wealthy, hot, slutty bachelors while wearing that short sexy server's uniform." Keiran says.

" God, you're such a slut." I throw a napkin at Keiran.

He catches it and laughs.

" Besides, I can't serve in the VIP section. I've got jobs to do."

" You've never served VIPs before." Rita points out as she tilts her head back to down a shot of whiskey.

" I have. Once. On Tuesday night, remember?"

" Tuesday night? That doesn't count." Rita says.

" Why can't you do it, Rita? Run Sassy's shift."

" You know I can. You will be surprised Preston is gonna ask you to do it today. Plus you get to have a good view of Killian Black." Rita says and drops the empty glass of whiskey.

" Ew. Please don't." I pretend to gag.

" What? He's fucking hot."

" I believe everyone knows that. He's not even my type." I defend myself, which is a pretty big lie. Killian is definitely my type, but I'm never gonna admit that. He's just not the man I wanna get involved with.

" What's your type then?" Keiran asks, with a flirtatious grin on his lips.

" Are you fucking with me right now?" I ask as I stare at Rita and Keiran. Keiran crosses his arms as he smirks at me.

" I'm literally not talking about my type."

" Why not?" Rita asks.

" Plus, these VIPs are fucking perverted. Sassy said one of them groped her ass the other time."

" Sassy is a fucking slut." Rita says. " She liked it. She followed one home one Saturday night to fuck him."

" How did you even know that?" Keiran asks with a frown on his face.

" She didn't shut up about it."

" I'm not serving upstairs. It's settled." I say as a matter of fact.

It's nightfall and I don't remember what Club K looked like again. There were a lot of customers already pouring in and the others were just coming in. Keiran, Peter, Jason, and Vivi run the bar, taking orders and mixing different kinds of drinks. Rita, Teresa, and me are the servers. We take orders from the customers and serve the drinks to them. The VIP is already booming. I can see the flashy lights from the stage where the strippers usually danced.

I've never been there on Fridays before during nightfall when there's a party going on. Fridays are the days when elite bachelors or wealthy rich men always storm Club K. According to Sassy who always served upstairs, the strippers are mostly naked or half naked, some with their titties out as they dance to pleasure these rich horny men.

I'm sweaty as I serve drinks to different tables filled with different men. Some are married and they're surrounded by different beautiful women.

I go to the bar to drop a customer's order, but Preston, Killian's cousin, and the new manager calls for my attention. We've never really talked before. The least we've done is, me greeting him and him answering me. Other times, he had just simply congratulated me for my hard work. I've been working here since I got out of college, which was more than a year ago.

I follow Preston to the back room and he shuts the door.

" Hey."

" Hi."

" Is everything okay? Am I in trouble?"

" Oh no." Preston smiles warmly.

He's pretty attractive. Not as Killian Black, but, he's impressive looking. He's a little taller than me, an average build, and an easy going person.

" Debs serving VIPs tonight with Ashley. You know it's Friday and you know how the club is usually like. Especially VIPs section." I definitely don't know.

" You need to join them upstairs. They need an extra hand."

" What? I'm sorry sir, but, what about Teresa? Or maybe Rita?"

" I need you to, Naomi. Why don't you hurry up and get upstairs." He doesn't give me any room for argument.

It's said and settled. I sigh and walk out of the backroom. My eyes meet with Keiran's. He gives me a sympathetic smile and I roll my eyes. I can't believe I'm working VIPs on a Friday night. My life can't get any better.

I am a little nervous as I climb the stairs to the VIP section. It's louder than I imagined the further I climbed the spiral staircase. I get to the VIP floor and scan this place. Oh my God, it looks amazing at night. With the coloring and beauty.

The stage has purple lighting with three poles and three strippers, with their panties around their waist and nothing covering their breasts. The expensive couches are filled with wealthy men in suits with strippers on their waist, grinding against them in the name of a lap dance. There are dollar bills flying everywhere. Men throw money at these strippers as they dance and twist their bodies around the poles. God they are beautiful. It's sometimes fascinating to me how they command the attention of nearly every man in a room with just their body.

My eyes scan the scenery before me. I'm anything but a party freak. I barely ever attend parties. Nearly every party in my life, Bianca is the reason behind it. During our college lives, she's always making us storm every party. But this place, this is nothing like the parties I stormed during college. This is more. I think I know the real reason why it's called the home for elite men in the country.

There are a lot of wealthy men on each couch, with women clinging to their arms. Inside this VIP section of club k. There's another VIP section preserved only for Killian Black. The man behind this expensive investment.

" Naomi." Someone calls my name.

I turn around and it's Debs. We're not pretty close, because we barely ever talk to each other and she worked at a different part of the club, but she's nice.

" Are you the extra hand Preston suggested?" She asks, and starts walking towards the bar.

" Something like that." I speak out loudly.

" Good. It's pretty populated today, unlike any other day. I'm happy you decided to help." Debs says.

" Yeah." Of course I am not happy. I feel uncomfortable, like I don't belong here.

Finally Debs and I arrive at the bar and she hands me a small bucket with a bottle of Macallan Lalique Scotch soaked in Ice and two glasses.

" Who am I giving this to?"

" Killian Black."

No shit.

There's one thing I don't appreciate as a server in club k. And that thing is our uniform. A sleeveless white buttoned shirt tucked inside a black mid thigh flare skirt and paired with white sneakers.

How could someone make waitresses who serve alcohol to men wear short flare skirts? I literally can't bend down to pick anything. Each time I'm dropping anything the customers ordered for, I cautiously bend down a little. This is literally one of the reasons I hate the job. And the other reason, these arrogant men don't even try to hide their disgusting attitudes. They flirt with you when they feel like it.

And Killian Black is the other reason I feel like quitting my job. He did nothing to me, trust me. I just didn't like the son of a bitch. It's a little weird hating someone who doesn't know you exist. Who's never ever looked at you before. I just find him annoying for no reason. And thinking about taking this drink to his special VIP quarters is just challenging for me.

" What?"

" You're taking it to Killian Black. His friend, or assistant, I don't care, asked us to bring this to them as soon as possible."

" Why me?"

" Naomi, can you please take it to them? What are you afraid of?"

" Nothing." Of course I'm not afraid of anything. I've seen Killian Black countless times. On TV, magazine, in real life, fuck's sake he's also my boss. But meeting him face to face is a different case. That's so new for me. I have never liked privileged men and Killian Black happens to be one.

" Then take it." Debs doesn't wait for my unnecessary excuses as she leaves me to handle my business.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I can see some men already staring at me. I may not be the world's sexiest woman, but I know I'm beautiful. I look good. With my curly golden brown hair nearly touching my waist, and my olive skin tone that Is well taken care of by me. I'm 5 feet 3 inches tall. I'm a little curvy, with small tits, nice ass, and broad hips. I don't have the most toned stomach, I know, but it still looked good on me. I may be a little broke, and have nothing to boast of, well except my marketing degree of course, but I can clearly boast of my beauty. I got that from my mom. She's a beautiful woman and she looked equally good looking when she was younger.

I take a deep breath and walk towards Killian Black's private quarters. I try to ignore these men's heated gaze on my body as I walk faster, with my hands clutching tight to the bucket packed with ice. The alcohol inside this bucket cost more than my life's earnings. It will pay Rachel's fees till she graduates highschool and even pay for her tuition fees in college. This is fucking expensive. This scotch is over 400 grand. That's a whole lot of money, and one man wants to drink it and piss it away afterwards.

Like, what the hell!

I stopped outside Killian's VIP section. It's also a part of the club. It's just separated from the rest of the club with a thin one way glass. You can't see what's going on within Killian's VIP section from outside, but he clearly sees what's going on from inside his quarters.

The bouncer gives me a-go-ahead and I walk inside Killian's humble abode. I've never been in here before. Nothing has actually brought me to Killian's VIP quarters. It's beautiful. There are two red couches in here and a big glass table. I don't miss the strip pole at the corner of the room.

My gaze falls on Killian Black. He's smoking a cigar with a girl on his lap giving him a lap dance. His body, mind, and soul are in another dimension and I can tell. He's lost in his own thoughts while that poor dancer tries to impress him

There are two men here. Killian, and one other man. I try not to stare at Killian as I walk towards his table to drop the bucket of 400 grand. I feel two pairs of eyes on me, and only one seems to be staring into my soul. I dare not look up, I'm not sure how I'll react. This is the first time I'm in Killian's presence, and it feels like I'm in the presence of God. I can feel his intimidating aura from where I'm standing. I don't like this man, and here I am serving him drinks. I need to get out of here.

I stand up and turn to leave.

" Who's gonna open it?" The familiar voice of my boss stops my escape. His voice is rich, masculine, and I hate to say it out loud, but his voice is beautiful. His voice sounds through my ear, registering In my brain.

I turn around and our eyes meet at once. His bright grey eyes stare into my dark ones and I feel weird. For a minute, we stare at each other, with none of us backing down from this eye contest. I'm not known for easily backing down from an eye contest, but Killian's gaze makes me feel uncomfortable. This is the first time he's ever had his eyes on me before. First time he's ever talked to me. His stares are cold, brooding, and his bright grey eyes turn into slits as he stares into my eyes. It feels as if he can see through my soul.

Fuck, he is hella good looking. Yes, I had to admit that. With his dark brown hair, paired with his sexy grey eyes, with his slim nose that is damn perfect, and those red lips that's too red for a man. I slightly bring my gaze down, checking out his beautiful body clad in his custom, tailored charcoal suit. It feels like this is the first time I've laid my eyes on him. I don't blame myself. This is the first time I'm in his presence, and the first time I had to take my time to check this man out.

I'm staring, and I hate myself for it.

Slowly, Killian brings his gaze down my body, taking notes of everything as he smokes his cigar. Knowing I just openly checked him out the same way he just openly checked me out, the corners of his perfect, full lips tug upwards slightly.

" I'm sorry." I get to work at once.

I open the drink and pour it Inside two glasses. I cork the bottle of scotch and drop it on the table. I feel Killian's eyes on my breasts and I'm beyond uncomfortable. What a fucking perv. The minute I get home, I'm washing his eyes off my skin.

I stand up and look at Killian. His eyes leave my body and lock with my eyes.

" Will that be all for now Mr. Black?" I ask in a polite tone.

I need to get the hell out of here.

Killian doesn't say a word. He watches me. The poor dancer was long off his lap. She's sitting on the couch next to Killian as she stares disapprovingly at me.

What's going on?

" Will that be all for now Mr. Black?" I repeat my question.

Killian's friend reaches for one glass and brings the glass to his lips.

" What's your name?" Killian asks.

I'm taken by surprise as I stare at this strange, arrogant man. My name? He didn't just ask me my name. His left arm is spread on the couch as the other smokes his cigar, his eyes never for once straying away from my eyes.

" Naomi."

Killian nods and I don't miss the slight smirk that graced his lips for a mini second.

" That will be all for now." I don't let him finish as I turn around to leave, with Killian Black's eyes on my body.

What the hell was that?

The night is pretty long for me. The more we served drinks, the more customers ordered. The cheapest drinks in Club K is two thousand dollars. I have never for once thought I'd be able to afford that type of drink any time soon. I serve drinks to different tables and I can feel a familiar grey eyes on my body at any movement I take.

The translucent thin glass did nothing for me to avoid Killian's gaze. Despite being a one way glass, I have this feeling Killian is watching me. I feel his dark brooding stare all over my body. I can't wait for today to come to an end. I'm going straight to my apartment to wash Killian's stares off my body. I don't know how possible that is, but I'm definitely going home after the end of my shift to wash off my boss's dark stares off my body. He's giving me the creeps and he knows that.

I risk a glance at my boss from his side of the VIP club as I walk towards a couch occupied by three rich assholes. My reflection is the only thing that stared back at me through Killian's thin glass. I look away, ashamed he already knows I'm looking at him.

I stopped by the couch where I was supposed to serve drinks. I dropped the small bucket with expensive alcohol inside and Ice. I gently arrange the glasses on the table, with these dirty men staring at my thighs. I glare at them.

"Will that be all for now?" I ask the men as I stand upright.

The one in the middle smirks. There are four girls clinging onto their arms and it seems to me they're not satisfied.

Fucking pervs.

" We wouldn't mind a fifth number." The middle man teased, licking his lips as he stared down at my body.

God, please, remind me to continue job hunting again. I need to quit this job. I've had enough of these rich perverted douchebags. I glare at the man in the middle as I turn on my heels, and walk away from these perverted men. I should have decided to be a waitress in a five star restaurant, or maybe a diner. It would save me this constant harassment. As I walked towards the bar, that weird feeling of my boss's familiar grey eyes staring at me, burned into my soul.

I want to get the hell out of here.

After serving drinks to three other tables, I take a break in the break room. I'm already exhausted as I stare at the small clock. It's 11pm and it seems like the party is just getting started. I always close for the day around 1pm every Friday night. The job was more demanding than what they pay. Although, I'm not complaining about the pay, because the pay is pretty great, the job's more demanding than what I'd expected at first.

" Here you're." Debs says, as she walks into the room, smiling a little at me. Her real name is Debbie, but she prefers to be called Debs.

" You're okay?"

" Of course I'm not. I'm tired of serving drinks to these perverted men. They're so annoying." I groan. Debs laughs.

" I thought you're used to all of this. I mean considering the fact that you've been working here for quite a long time."

" I don't think it's easy to get used to perverted stares and sexual talk. It's irritating."

" Yeah. And you're hot, it's not easy for you." Debs says.

I roll my eyes, but smile nonetheless.

" Well I'm here to tell you you're needed at your boss's quarters."

" Killian?"

" You literally have only one boss, Naomi."

I groan. " What does he want?"

" Another scotch and an extra glass."

" How can someone drink eight hundred thousand dollars in one night. That's like someone's yearly salary." I mutter.

Debs laughs.

" It's his club. He can drink whatever he wants. Now come on, get your ass out of here."

I cuss underneath my breath and follow Debs to the bar. She hands me the little bucket of ice with the expensive alcohol inside.

" Good luck." Debs says with a small smile. " You might need it."

I roll my eyes but smile anyway as I walk towards my boss's section. I stare at the bouncer outside and step inside Killian's quarters. The girl who was grinding against him is nowhere to be found. There are three men now. Killian, his first friend, and another man. I drop the little bucket on the glass table and uncork the drink. I notice the first scotch I brought has been consumed. How long did it take these men to drink away 400 grand. I might not be rich, or born into a crazy rich family, but we sure as hell know how to manage things.

Killian's new friend stares at me with lustful eyes. I cringe visibly and hurriedly pour the drink for these men.

" God, you're so sexy." Killian's new friend says. His other friend snickers, and chuckles underneath his breath.

I stop pouring on the second glass and take in a deep breath. I've had enough of their perverted attitude. I continue to pour the drink on the second glass and then I move to the third.

" What's your name?" Killian's new friend asks.

" None of your fucking concern." I snap at the asshole. He's surprised but not fazed. Obviously used to being rejected by women.

" Feisty. They pretend to be difficult, but they're easy to break." Killian's new friend says. God I want to punch the idiot.

I drop the drink inside the bucket of ice after corking it back. I stand upright with three pairs of eyes already staring at me.

" Why don't you have a seat Naomi, and drink with me?" Killian Black proposed.

I'm taken aback as I stare at my boss. He just literally asks me to sit down and drink with him. Every other girl will jump at the opportunity, but I'm not some other girl. I wasn't planning on sitting down and drinking with Killian Black.

" I'm sorry Mr. Black, but I have work to do." I say. He smirks. A sly smirk as he takes his time to stare at me.

" Take a break. You've closed for the day. Sit and drink with me."

" I'm sorry, but I can't. I need to go back to work."

" You know I'm your boss right?" Killian asks. He's so composed. With his grey eyes staring right at my dark ones.

Everyone knows Killian Black owns club k, including people who don't work here.

" I'm aware."

" Good. Then fucking sit down, Naomi, and have a drink with me." Is he being bossy or what the hell is this?

I bite my lip and look at these three men, with their eyes not wavering from my body.

I don't think as I voice out. " No."

Killian's eyebrows shoot up at once. He's surprised, including his friends. He's always used to getting whatever thing he wants, including women worshipping his feet, and me telling him no just happens to vex my boss. I believe after today, I will have to look for a new job, because I'm obviously gonna get fired after the stunt I just pulled. Killian's brooding stares are darker than normal. He's beyond surprised as he stares into my eyes. Maybe I shouldn't have. Maybe I should have politely explained to him the reason why I didn't want to sit with him. But the big NO is already out of my mouth and I can't take it back. His stares already said everything he'd love to say to me. That I would regret this.

Definitely the least he would do is fire me, and I sure as hell wouldn't want that. I can't be jobless. Fuck's sake, I've got bills to pay.

You should have thought about it before spilling out shit. I thought.

When Killian doesn't say a word for a long minute, I turn around to leave, but a calloused hand around my hips, close to my butt, abruptly stops me, and I turn around with rage. Without thinking, I swipe my hand across his cheek, slapping him.