CHAPTER FOUR

Nadia's POV

Did I feel a remorse for taking Ivan's life? No but I felt sorry for his poor wife and daughter. A rule is a rule and I had to set the example so the other boys would be careful. He served as a lesson to the others that snitches get killed.

"The bar would be a nice idea" I say to Isabella as she drives me back home. "I'd just take a shower and head out immediately, so stop by Irina's and pick outfits for two."

I didn't want to go to the club as a boss but as a young classy girl who wanted to be free for just one night, so I told Isabella to pick outfits that suited the occasion.

I am at the bar, just finishing my third Martini. I find myself drinking more than I have to anytime I take a life, maybe it is survivor's guilt or something. Anyway I am sitting at the bar stool calmly

"Another glass please," I say to the bartender.

He comes over to take my glass, but then he just drops it at the table and disappears with some other guy.

"What the hell, did you just see that? He just dropped my glass and walked away," I tell Isabella and she asks me to relax, but I don't want to relax.

I wait calmly for over two minutes, but my drink is wearing off and I don't want to be sober right now.

"Can someone, get me a fucking Martini!!!" I shout, standing up and the next thing I know.

A gorgeous tall guy is walking towards me, holding a glass of Martini.

I must be lost in thought and staring off into space because I don't hear him speak to me at first. But when I finally come to my senses and see that Mr. Handsome is standing right in front of me, barely half an inch away, I'm struck by the sweetness of his singsong voice. It's like honey on my ears, and I feel a surge of heat in the room as his voice fills the air, like a furnace igniting on a cold winter's night.

"Here's your Martini," he says to me smiling and I almost swoon, but I hold an unfazed expression.

"Thanks," I tell him, looking at my drink.

He gives me a small smile and he heads back to the counter.

He is so freaking attractive, I think.

Replaying the way his voice sounded in my head, his voice was deep and full and his mouth looked so good, I just wanted to reach over and lower his lips to mine.

And his eyes, the way the lighting of the bar caught on his brown eyes, left a warm and bubbly feeling in my belly.

I had never been attracted to guys on aprons before but there was something about the way his apron looked around his waist, that made just want to wrap my legs around him.

"Damn," Isabella whispered after he left.

"You are practically drooling over him," she said in a teasing tone.

"Shut up," I nudged her playfully, but she was right.

The man was absolutely gorgeous.

His tall frame commanding attention without even trying. His chiseled jawline and high cheekbones give him a sharp, striking look, while his rosy lips hint at a charming smile just waiting to break free.

His eyes are a piercing shade of brown, bright and clear as if they hold the secrets of the universe.

His hair is a rich, jelly black , perfectly styled to look effortlessly messy. It makes me want to run my fingers through it.

l order another drink, just so he would come and serve me a again and he gives me a knowing look, smiling softly as he hands me another glass of Martini.

I stare at him all night, ignoring Isabella's teasing comments.

"You look at him like you want to eat him up," she tells me jokingly.

"I do want to eat him up," I tell her, not even denying my intentions.

He turns to look at me then as if he heard what I said, but I only smirk at him.

"Wow, I guess celibacy makes you even more freaky," Isabella says jokingly,

"Well I am heading up to the lounge, just text me if you need anything," she says and I nod at her, not really paying attention.

It is past midnight now and most people are leaving the bar already.

I call for him and he comes over almost immediately.

"How would you like to earn some extra  cash?" I ask him.

"Like a tip?" He asks, playing dumb.

"No like a little Christian bonus,"

"But it's not Christmas yet," he tells me, smiling coolly.

It'll be for you if you make the right decision?"

"Alright ma'am"

"Find me at the VIP Lounge when your shift is over," I tell him and I head upstairs to the lounge not giving him another look, knowing fully well he is staring at me right now.

I make him a proposition that I know he can't refuse,

"Come home with me and I will give you an amount that I know you cannot make here in a month,"

Like I expect, he agrees.

He closes up the bar and Isabella leaves then I call for a ride to one of our partner lounges.

An oceanfront bungalow, open air, no walls, white linen, palm trees, a perfect place for a crazy night.

 The bungalow is gorgeous, the sound of the waves providing a calming backdrop as we talk.  

My eyes gravitate towards his smiling face, watching as the evening breeze tousles his hair.

"I don't usually do this," He tells me as he grabs my waist, pulling me closer to look at him and I put my arms on his neck.

"Neither do I," i tell him breathlessly as his head leans towards mine slowly, his eyes trained on mine as though seeking permission. As if being pulled by a string I lean forward too, moving towards him. Our lips collide softly - my tongue tentatively strokes his and joins his in a slow, erotic dance.

I can feel his erection on my belly, and it makes my skin feel hot and more needy for his touch.

"Kiss me," I whisper into his mouth in a moan, granting his tongue access to delve between my parted lips.

At this stage, I cared less about actions and consequences, I just wanted to be a girl for just one night.

His strong arms pull me flush against his body, my softer one molding perfectly to his. He nips my bottom lip, sucking gently on it.

His fingers run through the thick strands on my head then lower. It follows a trail along my neck to my shoulders, pushing the strap of my dress down. His hand folds over my breasts as he exposes them to his hungry eyes, his thumb running in slow circles over my nipples.

The dull throb between my legs intensifies, building into a sizzling hot sensation as his fingers play expertly with my body. I feel the soaking wetness seeping through the flimsy fabric covering my aching center.

Slowly he starts to tilt me backwards, lowering me to the floor with care. He covers my body with his, settling himself between my legs; his lips still working to drive me crazy with desire

His mouth moves from my lips, kissing their way over every inch of my face. When they move to my neck, I let out a loud moan, baring my neck further for his expert mouth.

His hands trail lower as his mouth works, moving until they find my wet center; aching desperately for his touch

He pushes my soaked panties aside, slipping a finger between my wet folds. I whine and arch impatiently against his hands, urging him to touch me, "just touch me," I plead. As his hands continue their movements, I can't help but exclaim, "God, yes, keep going,"

He parts me with two fingers and finds my clit, rubbing it in small circles. I cry out against his lips, lost.

As if being disrupted by an invisible force, he stops abruptly and yanks off his pants. Pulling off his boxers brief, his erection springs free - what beautiful dick he had.

He grabs his pants and brings out his wallet, confusing me a bit.

Then he brings out a condom from his wallet and puts it on expertly.

His eyes come back to mine, looking at me intently before lifts me up, settling himself between my legs, I cradle his hips with my thighs and in a minute, he's inside me, hitting me in the spot that turned my moans into one long, high-pitched orgasm. He doesn’t slow the movement, giving me full, hard thrusts, my breasts bouncing from the top of my dress. With each thrust, I feel him swell in my insides creating a painful yet sweet sensation.

I do not wish for him to stop as I hold on to him in an even firmer grip. "You feel so good," I whisper as though I had given a magical instruction.

He plunges inside me, deep into that maddening clutch, that heat. I moan, my hands locked onto his shoulders, my breath against his face, my voice in his ear, urging him on.

"Oh, baby," he gasps as I put my lips against his ear, whispering his name over and over, like a chant, or a song, or perhaps a prayer.

Before we both come undone.