Chapter one.
Lucy’s POV
I watched as he stared at me his eyes locked directly on mine as I danced seductively to the music. My hips swayed to the beat. He stood up and called for his bodyguard to get the manager. They both talked quietly before my manager looked at me and called me over.
“You’ll be attending to the man in the VIP room. If anything makes you uncomfortable, press the red button by the bedside,” Liam said.
As I entered the VIP room, he was there, lying on the bed. His masculine perfume filled the air. I turned on the music and walked toward him seductively. He sat up, his eyes meeting mine again. His gaze dropped to my chest as I bent down to sit on his lap and rocked him slowly.
I watched as his hands hovered, wanting to grab my breasts, but he stopped himself. I took his hands and placed them back there. He squeezed gently. I pushed him down onto the bed and brought my face close to his, maintaining eye contact. He reached for my mask and tried to remove it.
Quickly, I stood up and made my way outside. He called, “Wait!” but I couldn’t stop. My mask was about to fall off. I rushed to the bathroom and adjusted both my mask and my mini skirt.
As I stepped back out, I saw him waiting for me. He asked if I was okay, and I nodded. I went back to my dressing room and decided I was done for the night.
As I was leaving, rain began to fall. I hurried, hoping to get out before it became heavy. On my way out, I saw the same man from the VIP room. He walked up to me and said, “Hey, my name is James. Let me give you a ride.”
James’s deep voice made me shiver, yet I felt oddly safe. I looked at him and nodded. We walked outside with his bodyguard to his car a sleek black Tesla Model 3. He opened the door for me. I got in, glancing around nervously. He entered from the other side, while his bodyguard and driver took the front seats.
James looked at me and asked, “Where are you going?”
I looked down at my hands and said, “Tombia Road, Saint Jones Homes.”
He sighed deeply. “It’s already too late to go to that side of town. You’ll come to my place.”
“I have to get home tonight,” I replied softly. “You can just drop me at the junction. I’ll go the rest of the way myself.”
James looked at me and said, “I can’t let you out at this time, love.”
I turned to the window, lost in thought. Would Mum worry about me?
I was still deep in my thoughts when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. It was James.
“Hey, we’re here,” he said.
I stepped out and saw we were at Wilson’s Hotel the most expensive and luxurious hotel in America.
We walked inside. The workers greeted James like he was a celebrity. Maybe he was a regular customer. We took the elevator up to his suite. When the doors closed, it was just the two of us.
“Make yourself comfortable, bunny,” James said. “I’ll let you have a shower. There are clean clothes in the wardrobe. If you need anything, just press that button. I’ll be at the bar,” he added.
When he left, I walked toward the mirror and looked at myself. I grabbed some wipes and began removing her makeup. Then I took off my jewelry and clothes. Staring at my reflection, my eyes lingered on the bruise marks on my stomach, the bare patches on my arms, and the whip marks on my legs.
“I pray this day lasts forever,” i whispered.
I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, letting the water run until it was warm. I found a new toothbrush, brushed my teeth, and then stepped into the shower. The warm water felt amazing against my skin i hadn’t had a proper hot bath since dad got sick.
When she came out, she wrapped herself in a robe, blow-dried her jet-black hair, and applied some ointment to it. Then she went to the wardrobe and put on a set of comfortable clothes.
I heard a knock on the door and told the person to come in as I got into bed.
James stepped into the room, and my heartbeat quickened.
“Do you need anything?” he asked.
I shook my head. “No,” I said softly but at that exact moment, my stomach growled loudly.
“Well, I guess someone’s hungry,” James said with a small smile.
I looked away in embarrassment as he called one of the workers to bring food for me.The food arrived with a bottle of wine while James went into the shower. I waited for him patiently so we could eat together.
He finally came out looking hot. His wet hair clung to his forehead, water trailing down his back. The way he walked, confident and composed, screamed power.
As I stared at him, he caught my gaze and smirked.
“Take a picture, bunny it’ll last longer,” he teased.
I looked away in embarrassment. He got dressed, slipping into a pair of Calvin Klein boxers. Damn, this man is sexy,I thought.
He asked me “why have you not touched your food”. I looked at him, my eyes wide. “My food,” I said softly, “I can’t possibly take all this,” I stuttered.
“Well, you can just eat what you can, love. You don’t need to force yourself,” He added.
I nodded my head in agreement. The meal was so good that I didn’t realize when I finished it. I had some sugary brownies it was so good I finished the whole thing. I looked over at James sitting at the side of the bed.”Thanks for the meal”, I said.
He nodded back. “Hope you enjoyed the meal,” he said.”Yes, I did,” I replied softly.
