The Billionaire's Whispers Of Pleasure

Chapter 19

I don't move, nor do I try to struggle under his strong hold. I just let him kiss me, and when he realizes what he's doing to me, he quickly pulls back and curses under his breath as he looks in my eyes with utter embarrassment. “Val... I'm sorry. I got carried away. I didn't mean...”

“I have to leave,” is all I say before I open the door and slip out of the car. I didn't expect things would go this way. I didn't know that Nail looked at me that way. All along I thought he was just being nice to me. I don't want to think so much about what happened and make a big deal out of it. When I enter the apartment, I receive a text from nail apologizing. I set the phone on the table without responding and head to the fridge. After I drink water, I wash the glass, and when I'm done, I make my way out of the kitchen and go straight to my room before I tell Nail: it's okay. Let's just pretend it didn’t happen.

What he did does not take away the respect I have for him. I'm not saying forcing yourself on someone is okay. I've known Nail for years, and it's the first time he did that, and it's not entirely his fault, as I'm aware of what I have unintentionally done to lead him to do that. In truth, I liked Nail as more than just a friend for quite some time, but I thought he would never see me as more than just an employee, so that feeling eventually wore off.

I haven't heard from Rocco and Edward, and I've been intentionally avoiding thinking about them. When I saw it was Edward who brought me back to the apartment after seeing me lying unconscious inside the house, more cluttered questions popped into my head. How did Edward know I was there? What was he doing there? Did he know I was there? And I don't know what to think of the conversations that I heard from those men—my parents, who were possibly killed, and them knowing I was adopted. It means they have been watching me since I was young. Were they able to find that exorbitant thing they were looking for? Are they the same people who were texting me and warning me?

A small part of me hopes that Rocco shows up at the door, and when I open the door, he pushes me back inside. He follows suit, loosening his necktie as his green eyes are fixed on mine. When is he coming back? What is he doing now? Nail told me Rocco would be gone for days. Where did he go? I take a shower to clear up my head and stop the weird longing I'm feeling for him. I should not let my emotions get involved with him. I remind myself of what Nail told me so when a time comes he no longer wants me, I will just carry on with my life.

After I shower, I dry my hair and lie in bed without anything on. I post a selfie of me on my social media before I turn off my phone and place it across the nightstand. Turning on my side, my eyes get heavy, and before I know it, I fall asleep. I dream of Rocco lying next to me and kissing me on my neck and lips, and when I open my eyes, I can vividly remember how his lips felt on my lips and neck in the dream.

When I check the time on my phone, it's already six in the evening. I slept for more than eight hours. My stomach is screaming for food. I get out of the bed and head for the kitchen to cook something. I decide to just cook ham and eggs, as they're quick to cook. After eating, I take a quick shower and throw on a crop top and jeans. Minutes later, I'm on the way to the bar.

When I arrive at the bar, I enter through the back door and make my way to the dressing room. This night will be different. I've told Nail about my plan, and he agreed, but I hope this will go as smoothly as I plan it in my head. Jessica had asked to take a day off today for some reason. After I change into a red dress that doesn't reach my knees and barely covers my legs, I put on the earpiece. I still have twenty minutes before my turn, and I quickly shake off the slight doubt that's trying to creep into me. Nail enters the dressing room and gives each of us inside a soft pat on the back.

“Just do it the way you do it. Don't pressure yourself. I will close the bar at one A.M. because we will be having a party. Don't worry, you guys are still paid for the whole shift,” Nail announces, and everyone, including me, reveals a smile of excitement.

Nail turns his gaze to me and asks, “Val, can I talk to you for a moment?”

“Sure,” I respond before I follow him out of the room. He goes inside the storage room, and I follow suit. The storage room muffles the loud music.

Nail closes the door behind him and looks at me seriously before saying, “I'm sorry, Val. You can't join the party.”

Confused, I ask, “What do you mean?”

“Rocco wants you tonight. He'll be waiting in the room at one a.m.,” Nail informs. I suddenly don't mind joining the party.

“Oh, okay. Thanks for letting me know,” I respond.

Nail just smiles at me before saying, “It's almost your turn. You should go back already.”

I smile. “See you, Nail.”

I pass by him, and when I'm about to step out of the door, I stop when Nail calls me, “Val...”

“I hope you don't see me as the way I acted earlier.”

I face him. “I've known you for years, Nail. So don't worry. I just hope we don't talk about it anymore and forget that it happened.”

When I'm back in the dressing room, I concentrate on my breathing and clear my head. When the performer walks off the stage, I fix my earpiece and stand up from the earpiece and wait for Nail's voice to signal me.

“Now,” he says. Smiling, I walk out of the dressing room and walk across a small pathway that doesn't lead to the stage but to the front of the bar. Everyone will expect me to appear on stage. I will surprise them by appearing at their back. When I turn up, I see everyone impatiently waiting for me to show up. And when the light shines on me, they turn their heads to me, and I flash a smirk before I move my body along with the music, and everyone starts to roar. I make my way to the stage, and everyone collectively makes a space for me, their hands touching all over my body, and before I get on stage, I hold a hand from the crowd; it's a man, and he's attractive.

Bringing my lips to the back of his hand, I hold his gaze before I let go of the hand and step on the stage. I wrap a hand on the pool and bend over, my butt facing the crowd, and slowly I stand straight before jumping and crossing my legs around the pool, and everyone watches in amazement. Using my hands as support, I part my legs, my body upside down. My performance goes on, and when I hear Nail's voice telling me my time has ended, I stand facing the crowd and bow down.

“More, more, more,” the crowd shouts, and I just wink at them in response before I walk off the stage back to my dressing room. I have five performances tonight, and each of us gets to rest for twenty to thirty minutes. And for each performance, we change clothes. When it's my turn again, in the middle of my performance, in a corner, my eyes catch someone watching me. He looks familiar—the way he stands, the way his presence stands out among the crowd, and lastly, the way he looks at me—he reminds me of Rocco.

It's dark where he's standing, and he's not wearing a mask, but I still can't clearly see his face. I know it's him. I take my gaze off of him and the thought that he's watching me, and without his mask on, I feel the urge to do more, and I don't force it as my body moves on its own.

“Woah,” the crowd clamors.

“f**k, that's hot.”

However, when I bring my gaze back to where he was standing, he's no longer there. Was I just imagining him? When I finish my performance, I never see Rocco again—or so I thought it was him. My shift ends at almost one a.m., Nail has plastered a paper outside the bar informing everyone that the bar will close at one a.m., so everyone has started leaving already. Nail hasn't told me to go to the room yet.

I've changed into a black silk dress that has a slit on the side. Without Nail's signal, I make my way to the room. At the door, I slowly turn the doorknob, and stepping inside, shivers run through me as the cold breeze envelops my body. Rocco isn't here yet. I close the door behind me and step to the bed, but I halt my steps when I hear the door click open and a familiar scent pervades the room. I take in a long breath, indulging in the scent.

He walks up behind me, and goosebumps run through me when he places his warm hands on my arms. His hands travel from my arms to my shoulder, and I lean my head to the side.

“Close your eyes,” he commands. I oblige before I feel his hot breath against the side of my neck and his lips against the thin skin of my neck before they gently move, slow, hot, and sensual. He takes the strap of my dress and plants a kiss across my shoulder, his left hand on my torso pulling me deeper into him.