Daddy's Sinful Cravings

Almost A One Night Stand

Amara’s POV

"Amara, come to Table 3 now!" Francesca called my name, she waved her hand like I was her slave. "Please serve drinks to Table 3; don't forget that they are our VIP customers! So smile, okay? Smile!"

“Yes, boss.” I smiled at her, but that was fake.

I have been working for this club for almost two months already, after my 18th birthday. I still remember how my mom forced me to stop going to college because she finished all my grandpa’s savings for my future and she went into the casino and lost everything there.

"Hello, gentlemen. May I take your order?" I said as I got my pen and quick notepad. I looked at the paper for a moment. When they didn't say anything, I looked up and saw that they were all looking at me from head to toe.

A guy ordered a whole bottle of wine that cost $2,000. As I was about to put it on their table, someone touched my back, and he even smacked it twice, which shocked me to drop the bottle of red wine on the floor. I let out a gasp and looked at the man. "This is all your fault!"

“Why? You dropped it, so you need to pay for it.” he opened his palm and smirked. “Or do you want to work for me?”

“No, I’m not going to pay for this! You slapped my back, which startled me, so I dropped the bottle in an accident.” I tried to explain everything, but they were all just laughing at me, which embarrassed me.

"Are you sure you won't pay for it?" He shoved me to the ground, I sprang up in a rage, shook my head, and wiped my tears away. "No, it's not my fault!" I took a step back and ran away from him.

“Go and take her!” The stupid rich guy demanded.

I went to the kitchen and saw a glass of whiskey. I took it and drank it without thinking it might endanger me. I’m so frustrated with everyone, and this kind of job!

“Amara? What are you doing here?!” Francesca asked in anger.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!”

I stood up feeling nauseous, but I still walked away from her without saying anything and went to the counter to serve some drinks. But then again, I feel like something is going on inside my body. I feel hot and high at the same time, so strange. I put the tray on the counter again and walked to the washroom, and as soon as I opened it, I saw a man’s deep gaze staring at me.

He pulled me in.

“What are you doing here, pumpkin?” His voice was the nicest thing I had heard in my whole life.

I looked up at him, and I heard his door click. He locked it!

I tried to get away from him, but he locked me in his arms, “Are you alright? It looks like you're drinking someone’s drink in the kitchen?” he asked.

“No, I want to find where the washroom is, sorry—is this not a washroom?” I gulped in nervousness when his gaze started to look at my face.

“No, honey. You are in the wrong room,” he whispered huskily in my ear.

Someone was knocking at the door, and I heard the spoiled brat's voice outside, and he was really looking for me. Damn it, I should run away from this club and never go back again. He really wants me to pay 2000 dollars, which costs a whole month of my salary!

The mysterious man opened his VIP room, and said, “What the f*ck do you want?!

The stupid boys ran in fear as they heard how angry the mysterious man was.

He closed the door again, and said, “Come with me.”

“No, I’m not coming with you,” I said while rubbing my temples.

He leaned closer to me, and my sleepy eyes stared deeply into his burning eyes, “You’re in danger,”

I smiled at him, and slowly I felt heat in my body, and when he touched my waist, I closed my eyes, and whispered, “I like it.”

“You like what?”

“I like it when you are touching me like that.”

“Oh, honey, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He was about to carry me, but I stopped him. “Wait, where are we going?”

“Far away from here,” he answered, and he used the exit to take me away from the noisy and chaotic club.

He put me in the backseat, and I closed my eyes, feeling so hot. I unbuttoned my shirt, and he looked at me in shock, “Oh, no. Don’t do that.”

But I didn’t listen to him, and when we arrived at the grand building, he wrapped me in his black coat, and carried me until we arrived at the top floor. But I felt like I was drunk, and everything was slowly dancing and blurred in my sight. Then I felt cold water running on my body, and he said, “You need this cold water, okay?”

But the s*x drug was still in my system, and I accidentally got out of balance, and he grabbed my waist, and now I’m on top of him—wet.

My hair was wet, and I felt like I was going to freeze. He wrapped his arms around my cold body. He pushed me against the wall and kissed my lips all the way down to my neck. His hot tongue went all the way to my round, soft breasts. He licked and sucked it greedily until I arched my back and leaned against him slowly.

As I lay in his arms, I felt myself drift off to sleep. He said, "Don't sleep, I'm not done with you yet."

THE NEXT MORNING,

When I woke up, I was naked, and the man who was in the shower was a complete stranger! I got up slowly, grabbed my shoes, and quickly put on my clothes. After that, I left the room in fear and confusion.

“Oh my god….” I gasped and pushed the button for the ground floor.

Before the elevator door shut, I saw the mysterious man looking for me in the hallway. He had just finished taking a shower. He was wearing nothing but a white towel around his waist, and trust me, he looked so good. I gulped in fear as he walked toward me.

I pressed the elevator shut and descended to the ground floor without looking back.

I asked myself, “Who’s that man?!”