Yvette's POV
Whatever it was, I just knew he wasn't going to tell me and I had to find out by breaking his hard exterior. Again.
Nothing. And I meant, 'NOTHING,' flashed through his eyes until the end of the show. It left me broken that again I had handed over my body to these perverts and that it wasn't enough for him. I sat there like a moulded statue and since nobody would say a thing, I nodded slightly and braced myself for a second performance.
That was when he finally looked away and stood to his feet to leave. I paid deaf ears to the crowd cheering and ogling. Not that their attention remained on the stage when I climbed down… some were smoking, drinking… others were making out and pleasuring themselves.
"Take her home," he instructed one of his men.
"What about you
