Chapter 6
1384 Words
(Carolina's POV)
I recalled Lucy's warning that I shouldn't reveal my name to anyone at this club, so I replied, "My name is Joy."
"Joy who?" Bright asked, taking a step closer to meet me. I perceived his masculine breath and sensed that he was drunk, and I stepped backward.
"My name is Joy Joy. Why do you want to know my full name?" I asked him, wondering if he was truly the CEO of the Blues Club, or maybe Mr. Karen knew him before.
Bright smiled and replied, "Nothing. I just want to know your name. Are you going home? Come, let me give you a ride," he offered, but I shook my head.
"No need. I do not follow strangers," I replied, and he smiled handsomely as my cheeks flushed.
"I know. I do not entertain strangers either. But since you are already leaving my club, that's why I am offering you help. It's fine if you do not trust me. Take care," Bright said as he accepted his black coat from my hand and turned to leave my sight.
"Wait…" I chased after him, thinking he wasn't bad after all. He had helped me stand up against Mr. Karen, who had treated me poorly.
"What is it? Did you suddenly change your mind?" Bright asked in an alluring voice as he turned to look at my face.
My face reddened in embarrassment, seeing his intense brown eyes lock on mine.
"Umm, maybe. But I do not have a home. I am going to my friend's house," I said as I approached him.
Bright began to walk out toward the parking area of the club.
"How about your parents?" he queried in his magnetic voice as he walked toward the parking.
I saw two masculine men following behind us, and I swiftly turned to look around at them, screaming, "Why are you following us?"
The two security men paused, but they didn't walk away.
"Oh, they are my men," Bright said, and my cheeks flushed in embarrassment again.
"Your men? Oh! I am sorry, I didn't know that," I replied, guessing he was a big shot.
"It's fine. Get into my car," Bright said as he remotely unlocked the black Lamborghini parked there. I was stunned that he was truly the owner, and he was offering me a ride in this exotic car. I had never sat in a Lambo before.
"Sir, you don't have to take me home. I will trek," I replied, afraid of him. I knew that I had lost my job. But how could I sit in a Lamborghini? I did not want to get into any trouble tonight.
"Do you still feel afraid of me? It's late, and with you looking this beautiful, I cannot say what will happen to you when you cross the gate. Do you want another man to chase after you?" Bright asked, his eyes watching me intensely, and my face flushed again.
"You're right," I agreed, internally scolding myself as I bit my bottom lip, feeling his eyes on my chest.
"Alright, you can drop me off," I accepted Bright's offer as I looked at his face, seeing him smile handsomely.
"Alright. Get in," he pulled the car door, and I hopped into the front passenger seat, wondering why he didn't have a driver at this time of the night.
Bright shut the car door, walked around the car, and got into the driver's seat. He looked at me as he fastened his seat belt.
"You look beautiful, miss. Or do you mind spending the night with me?" He asked, looking at me, and my eyes widened in surprise. Are all men like this? Always looking for a woman to spend the night with?
"Listen, I do not mean to scare you. But I am just a little bit down and needing a distraction. I will pay you off. And you do not have to worry about me chasing after you or you coming to look for me. It's a one-night thing," he explained, his eyes pinned on my face with desire.
I looked at his handsome face and asked, "Why me? You barely know me?"
"Just a night. Name your price?" Bright said, taking out a cigarette to smoke in his car, and I looked at him in shock.
"Excuse, sir., no smoking in a car," I reminded him, and he laughed.
"Fine." He extinguished the lighter and kept it.
"What do you say?" he asked me once more.
"How much do you want to pay me? I am not a prostitute, but since you are asking me out politely, I will consider your offer," I replied, and he shrugged.
"1 million." He offered, and I frowned. Was this a repercussion of me rejecting the other man's offer?
"2 million, 3 million, 4 million, name your worth," Bright offered, his voice serious, and my jaw dropped.
"What? 4 million just to have s*x with me?" I asked him in shock, and his eyes narrowed at me.
"Yeah. What's wrong? Isn't that what you all women want? Money and no love? Or should I say, you want a child too?" he asked me painfully, and I looked at his sad face.
"A child? No… I am still jobless, so why should I want a child at this moment? Fine. I accept your offer," I mumbled, and he nodded.
"That's fine. I will take you to my house so that we can keep it low. If anyone sees me and you together at a hotel, they will report me to the media, and I do not want that," he said, before starting his car.
I sat in the front passenger seat silently, watching the road as he drove to his house.
I was surprised as he arrived at an impressive, magnificent white mansion, and the security man unlocked the gate and welcomed him.
Driving the black Lamborghini into the beautiful yard, Bright parked and reminded me, "Only for tonight."
"Alright," I lowered my head and followed him out of the car and into the house.
A butler walked up to welcome us.
"Welcome, boss."
"Thanks, Joel. You're dismissed for tonight," Bright told the middle-aged man before he looked at me and held my hand. Then he led me to the room on the first floor.
"Is this your room?" I asked him as I saw him taking off his shirt.
"No. Why do you need my room?" he asked, taking some steps to meet me. My back got pinned against the wall, and I smiled and replied, "Nothing."
"Mm." He stood in front of me, and before I could say anything to him, he reached for my chin and kissed my lips passionately.
Before I could get a chance to process what was going on, he carried me like I didn't weigh anything. Placing me carefully on the bed, he towered above me and reached to undress me.
"Sir, you didn't bring any condom along?" I asked him shyly.
"Why? I am impotent, and you do not have to feel scared," he said, kissing my lips again.
"But—" I wanted to refuse him, and he said, "I am not having any infection. And if there is anyone who should be more concerned about health matters, it should be me, because I do not know you before or what you do."
"I am a virgin," I told him, and he stiffened and got off me, despite his intoxicating state. His lips tasted so sweet that I could feel the alcohol fragrance on mine. It made me aroused, and I looked at him with intense longing.
"You're a virgin. It's all a misunderstanding then. I thought you did hook-ups," he said, wanting to climb down from the bed, but I stopped him.
"Please, sir. I need the money," I begged, but he refused.
"No. I will ask my driver to take you back safely," he attempted to walk away, but I rushed to hug his waist.
"Please, I can do anything you want me to do," I hugged him firmly and instinctively reached to touch his crotch, and he stiffened and grabbed my hand away.
"What are you doing?" he asked me, turning to look at my face, but I wouldn't give up.
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