“What the fuck!”Nora handed me my paycheck last night, and I couldn't believe I hadn't checked it until now. I’d been working half the time I usually do, and it's making me question who's really in charge of the schedule. Xavier and I had to talk, because he’d overpaid me, I could take it. God knows I needed it, but I knew if I did, and they found out that, then I would lose my job.Honesty was the best policy, even if I was tempted to keep quiet, I couldn’t afford to lose this job until my exam results are out, until I can officially call myself a graduate.As I swung open the club door, Xavier stood there, catching me completely off guard. I thought I was the only one opening up. My heart skipped a beat as our eyes locked, his intense gaze piercing my soul, only for him to quickly avert his eyes. It's like he's an enigma, a ghost in the night. Everyone says it, and it's true - you never hear him coming or going. Some say it's creepy, but Nora and I find it sexy. Sebastian claims i
Xavier reclined in his leather chair, his eyes smoldering with a mix of desire and secrets. The soft, amber glow from the desk lamp bathed his office in an intimate light, casting alluring shadows across his chiseled features. The sounds of laughter and clinking glasses from the lively bar below seemed to fade away, leaving only the pulsating energy between us.With a slow, deliberate movement, Xavier leaned forward, his voice a velvety whisper that sent shivers cascading down my spine. "Eva," he began, his words laced with a hint of danger, "these past few weeks have been nothing short of intoxicating. I’m obsessed with you.”I met his intense gaze, the air thick with anticipation. It was impossible to deny the magnetic pull that drew me to him, igniting a fire deep within my soul. "Xavier," I confessed, my voice barely a breath, “it’s as if I’ve never been touched by a man before."I realized what I’d said. I wasn’t a virgin. But, I felt like a born again virgin with him, as if no m
"Nora!" I yelled, trying to catch my breath as I joined her at the bustling bar. It was as if Xavier not confirming anything about our relationship made me feel at ease. He didn’t want to label it, and I didn’t want a label. Never in my life had I felt this way, I’d often demanded, wanted them to make it official, but with Xavier everything was different. Especially the way he made me feel from the waist downward.“Oh, there you are," she responded with her eyes twinkling. I fumbled with my skirt, attempting to straighten it. Whenever he approached us at the bar, he'd either playfully smack my butt or request someone to summon his "woman" and fetch him a drink.Xavier had a primal air about him, a presence that sent shivers down everyone's spine. There were rumors circulating, ridiculous tales of him being a vampire, which supposedly explained his nocturnal nature. After all, he worked in a club—nighttime was his domain.It was crazy the way everyone behaved around him. Scared but t
I didn’t understand the bizarre letter I had received from the casino. Who in their right mind sends a formal invitation to someone they've banned and then threatens them with a lawsuit for sexual harassment if they dare step foot inside again? It was beyond humiliating, and there was no way I could ever go back there."Seriously, the humiliation, Ells. I can't go back there," I exclaimed, frustration seeping into my voice. Glancing at my watch, I realized I had a mere three hours until my shift started, and wouldn't you know it, the casino was conveniently on my way."I don't get it, Eva," Nora replied, her brow furrowed with confusion."Me neither," I sighed in agreement."No, not about you going back, but did the card got through the door. I mean, it wasn't in the mailbox. It's almost like it was hand-delivered, and from the smell of the card, someone did a good job at hiding where it's been."Sometimes I couldn't help but wonder about Nora. Here I was, grappling with the decision
“What am I doing here?” I blurted thinking if this was some kind of trick, then I wasn’t in the mood for playing games. “You see I own this casino!”“So, you pretend to be one of the usher’s and then you slap your clients with law suits, then you invite them up to your big castle?”I stood up with my hand on my hip. ON the Little did I expect to find myself face-to-face with the elusive big boss. He exuded an aura of power and authority, yet beneath that hardened exterior, there was a vulnerability that drew me in like a moth to flame. My heart fluttered, eager to explore the depths of his enigmatic world."Well, well, well," I said, my voice laced with a hint of mischief. "I never thought I'd have the pleasure of meeting the elusive big boss himself. You exude power and authority, but I have a feeling there's more to you than meets the eye."He raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "And what makes you say that, Eva?""Oh, I have a sixth sense for dete
As I stood behind the bar, Xavier gave me a wink. He did that at the start of each shift. It was our secret message to say we were closing up the club for the night, and after, he was opening me up. Normally, I would feel excitement when he did that, but tonight, the fear seemed to be taking over my body and mind. I nervously winked back at him and carried on with my shift.Later, Nora came up to me and said the most surprising thing. “All my nightmares are over. Des’s back.”I stood in awe and watched him as he glided up and down the bar. Hadn’t he disappeared for weeks? Didn’t she see him with another woman? Foremost, didn’t he dump her nine months ago? I just didn’t get it. After all this time, he came back and acted as if nothing ever happened? The strangest part was he looked good. I mean, he looked a lot stronger, just a little pale. If I didn’t know any better, I would say he had the same complexion as Xavier. Then I watched in confusion as Des cracked a joke with someone. One
I woke up feeling groggy, like someone had hit me with a baseball bat. I rubbed my head checking if I had a bump or something that could make me feel so bad, but instead, I was greeted with a warm smile and several locks of blonde hair hanging in front of my eyes, belonging to the girl lying next to me.“Hey, sleepy head, I thought you would never wake.” Nora. She joined me in rubbing my head, like a caring mother after their child hurt themselves on the playground. As she tentatively attended to me, I could see the love and care in her eyes.“I feel rough. I’ve either got a really bad hangover, or someone ha—” I didn’t finish my last words as I made a mad dash to be sick. I just made it. I wiped my face, and as I looked up into the mirror, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I looked like something from a horror movie. My pale and gaunt face made me appear like I had not eaten for weeks, which was not true, judging by the contents of what I just disposed of in the toilet. I kept touchin
Holy cow! Nora made pancakes and everything. She never cooked breakfast. Nora was more of a grab-a-bite-and-go girl. I’d never seen her in the kitchen for longer than five minutes, unless it involved microwaving popcorn, pizza, or leftover take-out.“Since when do you know how to cook?”“I’ve always cooked,” she replied. Nora pushed a stray hair behind her ear. Wait…is her hair tied back in a bun? It sure is. When I woke up, her hair was down. Her hair was always out, since she loved showing off her blonde curls, especially because it was natural. The girls at the club always teased her, asking, “How much did you pay to get your hair that color?” Or, “It’s amazing what you can get from a bottle.” She’d swat at them playfully and say, “Blondes have all the fun. Well…natural blondes do anyway.”I felt like I was being suffocated. I loved Nora, but something was not right. It was not adding up. My stomach rumbled, distracting me as the food started to whet my appetite, making me feel as