My Freya & Our Miracle Baby

Chapter 2: The Game

Freya POV

“Frey.” John acknowledges me as George and Karla are snickering behind me. Oh, I’m so going to get them back for this.

“Yes, John.”

“When I ask you to bring me something, I do not mean for you to tell someone else to do it.” Oh, that.

“I’m sorry, John. It won’t happen again.” I give him a light smile. Hannah’s a b***h and all, but I’m not one to snitch. Perhaps one day, if necessary, Hannah will remember this and do the same for me.

“Our VIP is upset.” I give him a perplexed look. For what reason could our VIP be upset. I have yet to do anything, I think, that would upset anyone.

“I’m sorry, John, but you lost me.”

“He wants you to apologize in person.” Again, I still have my perplexed face staring right at him. What the f**k is he talking about?

“John, seriously. I have no idea what you’re talking about anymore.”

“Our VIP is Liam Kingsman.” Liam Kingsman. Oh, you are shitting me. The other two and nearby customers freeze up and look frantically for Liam. “The owner of the hotel.” Yeah, that’s not the only thing he owns. f*****g hell. I heard he never comes to this property, that’s the only reason I would risk coming here.

“Liam Kingsman, right.” I say slowly like I am understanding where John is coming from, but I still don’t know how I offended him.

“And I’m sorry, John. What does he want me to apologize for? I’m at a loss here.” John gives me a grave look.

“He wants to make sure the girls working for him can follow orders.” Unbelievable. “Look, I’m sorry. I don’t know why he’s so fixated on this. I told him that you are great, quite literally one of my best workers, but he won’t let it go.”

“He wants me to apologize for delegating a task? On a Friday night?” With every passing word, I feel John closely breathe in and out slower and heavier.

“Look, I even talked about how you have probably never done a bad thing in your life, but that just made him more adamant to speak to you.”

“Fine.” Reluctantly, I agree. I mean I can’t exactly cause a scene and I am still unsure of what happened to Hannah down there, so to let it go, I’m going to apologize. John looks like he’s being put in a difficult position as well. Chances are Liam will leave soon and this will all be a distant memory.

Tossing the rag on the counter, I follow John to the VIP section of the club. All of the men that were in the room are up here now, gathered similarly while Liam sits in the back in the middle seat, the center of attention. Lord just knows he must be a hell of a man-w***e.

“Mr. Kingsman.” I address him formerly, even though I am pretty sure he’s only a couple years older than me. “I apologize for delegating my task to another worker. It won’t happen again.” As I turn to leave, two of their security men block my way out. Great.

“Freya, is it?” His rough voice calls out to me and I let out heavy breath in anticipation. What is it now?

“Yes, sir.” I say lightly as I turn around and face him squarely, careful to not fall victim to his eyes.

“Look at me.” I do as he asks.

“Wow, obedient.” One of his buddies, the guy that asked for the drink originally, says and they all laugh except for Liam. As I see him in the corner of my eye, I see that he’s wearing a real Rolex, but it’s customized. At least someone cares about this i***t.

“She is quite the looker.” Another, who has bags under his eyes, says as he yawns over and reeks of baby powder.

“I bet you, she grew up daddy’s little princess. Look at how soft and innocent she looks up close.”

“Stop.” Liam’ voice booms over and they all cease talking. At least, he’s good for something. “Where are you from?”

“I’m sorry?” What does that question have to do with anything?

“Where. Are. You. From.” His cold unmoving eyes blink slowly like he has no care in the world.

“Greece.” I lie.

“Try again.” Liam remarks quickly and his buddies get serious real quick, knowing that he caught me in a lie.

“Italy.” I tell the truth this time, but if he thinks he’s going to have one up on me, he has another thing coming.

“Good girl. Now, why did you send that girl down when your supervisor clearly asked you to bring two bottles?”

“I was busy.” This time, he blinks harshly. Those soft blinks return in an instant, but I know what that meant. It means he can’t tell.

“Busy?” He asks in a different tone, one to which every one of his buddies seem to be nervous about.

"Yeah, it’s Friday night, sir.” With that remark, I can practically hear everyone’s heart drops except Liam, who remains with his soft blinks at me, trying to read me.

“I can see that.” He remarks with a chilling voice that almost makes my body shiver. I mean that alongside his darkening eyes, who wouldn’t? “Were you trying to do her a favor?”

“No.” I lie and this time he blinks hard once.

“Is that so?” Enunciating through every word, I can feel spiders practically crawling over my body. God, just let this end.

“Mr. Kingsman.” I finally address him, so I can get the hell out of here. “I am willing to accept any punishment you give me, but for now, I must get back to work.” Again, the security guards block me.

“Any punishment?” That tone of voice forces my body to actually shudder out. How is he doing that?

“Awh, look. She’s nervous!” The guy with the Rolex tells his friend across from him who has been staring at the bar for quite some time. While the others make some quick remark, I stand there silently and try not to stare into Liam’s curious eyes.

“Stop.” Demanding his buddies to stop the commotion, he catches my eyes once again. f**k. I got to stop doing that. “John, here, says you are a really good worker because you know how to read customers, is that true?”

“John is being too kind. I just make deductions.”

“Care to give us an example? One shot for every right answer. What kind of girl do I like? Who am I taking home tonight?” The first guy with the Rolex exclaims and it looks like his buddies are along for the ride. While the others look at me in anticipation, Liam seems unamused.

“Nobody. You’re in a happy committed relationship. And you may have this whole fuckboy mentality, the reality is that you would never actually cheat on her.” The guys go immediately silent. Liam looks me dead in eye.

“How did you know that?” With his mouth left agape, I look towards him with a neutral face.

“Your Rolex is customized; one a girlfriend would give a boyfriend. The fact that you’re wearing it at the club speaks volume to how you view your relationship.”

“Johnny.” He says and reaches his hand out for me to shake. “And you were spot on.” Johnny takes a big shot. After, he gives me an award-winning smile to which I return with a small polite one. Despite his best efforts to control his micro expressions, Liam winced a bit when I got the answer correct, clearly surprised.

“And me?” The one with the rugged looking eyes and the stench of baby powder takes my attention. “What drink would I get at the bar?”

“Coffee.” All of them open their eyes wide at me. “Congrats on your baby. I hope you finally sleep through one of these nights.” He chuckles out.

“Damn, she’s good.”

“Do him!” Johnny points to the man across from him that has been looking at the bar the whole night, but he was trying to do so discreetly. Mentally, I gulp down. I don’t know if they know yet, so lie it is.

“He’s more interested in the girls in the back of the bar than the drinks.”

“That’s so true!” Johnny laughs and clinks a glass with his fellow buddies. Phew, dodged that bullet, but Liam’ hard blink doesn’t go unnoticed, at least by me. “Do the boss.” Johnny excitedly says and I feel like the world is about to come crashing down. Yeah, like I want to be on that hit list.

“I don’t think that would be wise.” I say without making any more eye contact, I can’t handle this many of them looking at me like that.

“You’re not daddy’s little girl.” With those couple of words, I struggle not to light the whole damn table on fire and watch this place burn to the ground. Grabbing a shot glass from the table, I raise it to him.

“A deal is a deal.” I say as I swallow down the shot. That dark liquor slides smoothly down my throat. At least, I get to drink some good liquor out of this.

“And you’re probably the smartest person in every room you walk in, but no one will ever know it.” He continues with another comment.

“I’m not sure that one counts.”

“You were able to read all of us, I think that counts.” Johnny excitedly grabs the shot glass out of my hand to pour me another shot. John seems to encourage this behavior. Fine. Just fine. Taking it in one go, I am about to say something about him, but he beats me to it.

“And you’re a very good liar.” f**k. What do I even do in this position? Everyone goes silent again as they look between the two of us. If I take the shot, I admit that I was lying. If I don’t take the shot, he might kill me for reading me wrong.

“And what have I lied about?” Turning the tables back on him, everyone looks over in his direction. He just stares at me and I notice his buddy looking nervous next to him. Fine. I drink the shot. “Finished?” I ask with a little snark in my tone.

“Not bad.” Liam says carefully before his next words are lazily expressed. “The tough girl act doesn’t suit you.” That’s when I finally let out a scoff when I figure out the play here. With his comment, I grab the bottle and drink a good portion of it.

“Anymore?” He has no idea what he’s in for. Shaking his head, I hand him the bottle to which he stares at me hard before giving me a soft glare, not intimidating but more curious than anything else. Slowly, he grabs the bottle from me. “Sure you want to do this in front of them?”

"Who else is supposed to confirm if you’re right?!” An eccentric Johnny answers instead. The guys laugh.

“I figured because he hates to be proven wrong.” An echo of ooohs go through the crowd as Johnny ushers him to take a shot, so Liam gulps down the bottle before resting again.

“It angers you not knowing when I have lied and when I haven’t.” The area goes silent as the club continues its loud sound and music. Even the others wouldn’t have been able to tell me if it was true or not. None of them sensed something was off, but he did. Not sure if that’s a good thing or not, but it is what it is. Irritated, Liam turns his head to the side a bit before raising the bottle up in front of him towards me and takes a swig.

“And the only reason I am over here isn’t because I got another co-worker to deliver a bottle, but because I looked you in the eye and I didn’t submit to you on sight.” The air thickens as their boss drinks another shot. John gulps down. At least, Liam plays by the rules. Looking at each other hard in the eyes, he knows I’m not backing down. But then, I remember where I am, and I break eye contact.

“Who are you?!” Johnny breaks the building tension between us with another laugh. Seems like this guy knows how to have a good time.

“Be a bartender long enough and you learn how to read people.” Liam blinks hard again, but he only eyes me harder before finally lowering them to run them deliciously down my body. Becoming now self-conscious on whether my body looks good enough for him, I find myself cursing in my head. Why the hell should I care what he thinks?

“Anything else?” Liam’ chilling voice ushers the other’s down.

“Let’s see.” With that, I slip past the security guards to the blonde frat looking man that’s just ten or so feet away. Grabbing him by the hand, I take him to the dance floor. He doesn’t do much to stop what’s going on. Instead, he looks excited.

On the other side of the club, I can feel Liam’ glaring eyes watching what I am doing as I lead the boy to stand behind me, putting his hands on my hips as I let him come up from behind me. As he grabs my hips to start grinding up against him, I close my eyes and throw my head back, trying to relax and sway to the music. The shots of Cognac surely helped with that. Even with that though, this is unprecedented for me, so I’m sure I look awkward doing it, but I am trying to make a point.

1. 2. 3. 4. And 5. And here we go. The guy is ripped off of me, and I step out to see that two of his buddies are holding me, one on each arm. Slipping them off of me, I can stand on my own, thank you very much. With one hand on his throat, Liam grits through his teeth.

“Touch her and I kill you.” Dropping him like he weighs nothing, I shake my head in disappointment. Even sometimes I hate to be right.

“I believe you owe me a shot.” I say with my head c****d to the side with a sneaky little smirk. Who says the tough girl act doesn’t suit me? Liam reaches over to some girl holding a drink in her hands to take it from her and gulp down her drink before shoving the glass back into her hands.

Taking me by the waist, I am caught off guard and almost tumble over, but he’s so gigantic that I crash into him instead. Damn it.

While he flips my body around so that my ass is on his jeans, his hard hands force me to rub on him and I lean back into him as I feel that hard shaft of his only harden more with contact. Those hands gliding up and down my hips that make something in the depths of my stomach churn. And if I’m not lying to myself, I feel drenches in my panties for him, knowing how hard I can get him. Grinding harder and harder on him as he takes long whiffs of me, I suppress the moan that threatens to erupt.

“And even with a million people by your side, you’re still alone.” I whisper out before I get out of his grasp and face him. Stunned by my response, he no longer glares at me but tries to grab me again. Not this time. I dodge his hold.

“Inside. Now.” He grits through his teeth as his body is seething with rage.