Chapter 65
Dmitri
I sat quietly in one of the covert spots in the club where no one, especially the workers, could easily notice my presence.
Out of all the clubs I owned, this was the most profitable and popular one, but I rarely came here since Vladimir was in charge of it and coupled with the fact that it had no torture room.
My attention was caught by the lady twirling her body fluidly on the stripper pole, who made an eye contact with me and then clapsed her legs around the pole, sliding down erotically. She squatted very low, twerking her jiggly ass at me then winked at me.
By my observation, she was a newbie.
If only she knew that I was her boss and the owner of this club. Emilio, the girls’ manager, had a lot of work to do particularly teaching them who the VIP customers were.
With the way people cheered at her, I noticed that she was the best dancer on the platform presently, but she wasn’t just armed with dancing as a talent, she was also bold because she left the pole and seductively strutted toward my direction.
I nibbled on the rim of the glass of my chardonnay. It was rather strange that I’d ordered for white wine but nothing in my life currently was going according to plan.
She stopped right in front of me and straddled me, her breasts bouncing in my face. Her bralette was so tiny that her nipples almost popped out.
“I saw how you looked at me back there and I must say that you’re very handsome. Do you want one of these?” She moaned, caressing her right breast and then she moved on to fiddle her nipple flirtatiously.
“What’s your name?” I asked flatly.
She ran her tongue over her lip sultrily and played with my beards. “I’m sorry, Sir, but I can’t tell you my name. It’s against the company’s policy,”
I nodded, happy that she didn’t break our rules just because she was attracted to me. Maybe I’d let her off the hook for trying to seduce me.
I’d been bored and angry for a while and using her as a distraction had never felt better.
“Are you sure you can’t?” I pressed further with a mischievous smirk.
She dragged in a deep breath and plopped her ass on my dick. “Maybe next time, but right now I want you to tell me what you want?” She batted her lashes and grinded her ass on my flaccid dick.
Hell, I should have been hard right now. I shouldn’t be reluctant to flip her over and give the guests here a show, but Ariel’s pleasured face from last night flashed in my mind and my aroused libido died down.
I folded my arms, filled with irritation and fixed her a blank look. “I want you to pass a message to Emilio. Tell him that I want to see him right now,”
Immediately, she pulled herself away from me, her face crimson with embarassment. “And who are you? How do you know Emilio?” She questioned harshly.
“He knows Emilio because he’s his boss. He owns this place,” A familiar female voice interrupted rudely.
I clenched my fists so hard that my knuckles almost turned white, wondering whom I might have offended to curse me with such a bad day.
The stripper glanced at me for confirmation and when I didn’t respond, she scurried away.
Margaret hissed loudly and crashed onto the sofa behind me. “What’s that bitch doing with you and why did you allow her to touch you like that? Were you enjoying what she was doing?”
Her presence was infuriating me and I was ready to leave but then, everything Ariel said concerning her flooded my mind. The video I watched was still vivid in my memory and I wasn’t sure that I’d ever forget what she did.
“That’s none of your business, Mag. How did you find me here?” I asked coldly.
She smiled coyly and leaned closer to me. “You already know the answer to that question. Any way, I came to comfort you. I saw the video and thought it might be best to try make you feel better,”
“Don’t give me that crap. I know what you’re here for and I won’t give you the attention you’re looking for so if you will excuse me,” I sprang to my feet.
She jerked up as well, blocking my path with a stony look plastered on her face. “What haven’t I done to keep you to myself, huh?” Her voice was rising to the roof but luckily, the music was loud enough to drown her voice. “I’ve done everything possible to ensure that I’m desirable enough for you, but you keep looking away even when you know that I’m madly in love with you,” Tears gathered in her eyes.
I let my impassive mask slip as I fixed her a wary look. “I didn’t ask for any of that and what do you mean by doing everything possible? Did you do anything other than that what you’re supposed to do?”
She lowered her lashes the moment I asked the trick question and I watched her intently as she tried to act nonchalant. Unfortunately, she wasn’t able to hide the paranoia on her face.
“I don’t… I don’t… know what you’re talking about,” She stuttered. Her gaze was unsteady, her eyes darting around the whole place apart from me and then she picked up her bag hurriedly. “I have to go,”
Her gait wasn’t as confident as it was when she came to me which confirmed that I’d struck a chord. All I had to do now was investigate what she really did.
My phone rang in my pocket and I picked the call without checking the caller. “Hello,” I said lazily.
“Ariel left the house in the afternoon and I’ve been trying to call her, but her line is unreachable. I tracked her phone to where I found it but the workers at the bar said that they saw her leave. Please, we have to find her,” Fedor informed me with a note of urgency.
I gripped my phone tightly, my heart sinking lower into my stomach while Fedor’s words repeated in my head.
Though I bore a deep resentment toward Ariel for what she had done to me, it didn’t stop the rush of overprotectiveness that welled within me when I realized that she might be in danger.
I was left with just one option and that was finding my wife.
“Wait for me at the bar, I’ll be there in ten,” I ordered and dashed out of the club.