The Billionaire CEO’s Dark Desires

LILY’S POV “Chin-up, head high. It’s just for a couple of hours.” Those were my mantras each time I stepped into the club. I had picked this side hustle mainly for two reasons. First, because I really needed the money and secondly, because Jason somehow relishes watching other men drool over me as I dance on the pole. So why not kill two birds with one stone? “Sick!.” I still don’t understand why I’m still with that jerk. I muttered disgustingly as I made my way to the dressing room through the back door. The club was packed tonight with its usual mix of thrill seekers, business persons and the occasional lost soul looking for a quick escape from reality. “Scarlet hurry you’re up next,” called Sarah, one of the senior dancers here. “I’ll be out in a minute" I responded from underneath Jason, who was hovering above me in the dressing room. How did you get in here? “Come on baby, let me just have the tip alright and I’ll let you go” he responded. A mischievous smirk was playing on his face. You’re sick! Are you high? I’ve warned you to stop doing meth, but you don't listen. What did you take? Viagra? “1 minute is up, scarlet you’re next.” Sarah called again. “ I have to go, you stay right here. I’ll see you after my routine.” I ordered, giving him a light kiss and shoving him aside. ********* My heart pounded in my chest as I stepped on to the stage. The music thrummed through my veins and soon my body swayed with practiced grace. I’ve long mastered the act of blocking out those leering eyes and crude comments by focusing on the music. That way, I can confidently finish my shift and have my full check without losing money to my manager for the sole offense of hitting their esteemed customer. Moreover, each paycheck means a step closer to clearing my family’s debt. As I twirled around the pole, I couldn’t help but scan through the crowd out of habit. Searching for familiar faces or potential troublemakers. Then I spotted him. Sitting in the corner, shrouded in shadows yet exuding an undeniable aura of power and control. Those eyes, those piercing blue eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. Luckily for me, my time was up and I hurriedly stepped down from the stage. Why is he here? What does he want? Why did he seem so fixated on me? Were the questions that played through my mind, but the answers came sooner than I had expected. “Scarlet,” called Maria. There’s a VIP requesting a private dance. Looks like your luck just changed honey. I glanced at the piece of paper handed to me and my eyes widened at the name boldly scribbled in neat handwriting. Adrian Laurent. I felt a rush of excitement and a little bit of apprehension as I nodded and made my way to the VIP room. The room was dimly lit. The scent of his masculine cologne mixed with the faint smell of a cigar filled the air. Adrian sat on a plush velvet couch. His posture relaxed yet commanding as he watched me approach with a small knowing smile playing on his lips. “Scarlet,” he greeted. His voice was smooth and calm. “Thank you for joining me.” The pleasure is all mine Mr Laur….. I began, my voice trembling a bit. But he stopped me halfway with a small shake of his head. Adrian, call me Adrian. He said, motioning for me to sit beside him. I sat down carefully, putting a considerable amount of space between us. “So what can I do for you, Mr Laur… sorry… Adrian?.” He smiled, taking a sip from the glass of whiskey in his hand. “Scarlet, I watched you dance tonight, and I must confess. You’re quite the performer.” “Thank you,” I replied cautiously, wondering where this was going. He leaned in closer. His gaze was intense and penetrating. “But I believe there’s more to you than meets the eyes. I have a proposition for you.” My breath caught in my throat. A proposition? He nodded his expression seriously. “Yes scarlet, I want you to be my exclusive companion.” Is he nuts? His exclusive companion? Does he think I’m some cheap w***e or something? I rebelled within me. Why me? I asked in a calmer way than my mind had intended. “Because nobody has made me feel this way in a long time. And I have the feeling that you need my help as much as I need yours.” he said. My heart reeled at the offer. Not so often do this nature of offers come by. More so with Adrian Laurent? The most influential eligible bachelor in all of NYC? I felt a shiver run down my spine as he reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers linger just a moment too long on my skin. The gesture sent a bolt of electricity through my veins and I gasped softly. Shocked by the intensity of my body’s response to his touch. “Scarlet,” his voice was low and seductive. Holding a certain promise I couldn’t quite decipher. “You have no idea what I want to do to you.” I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. My mind was in a whirlwind of confusion and desire battling for dominance. Aside from being my boss at A. Laurent firms, a situation I’m sure he has no idea about. I had never imagined a moment I’d be this close to Adrian. I know he is powerful, dangerous even, but I never expected a moment where all lines are blurred, and I can’t tell where I ended and where he began. He cupped my face in his hands and I instinctively leaned into his touch. Desire finally takes full control of my body. My eyes fluttered shut, and the entire room seemed to disappear, leaving just the both of us. When I felt his warm breath against my lips, my eyes snapped open realizing how close he was. “ Adrian,” I called out softly. “Shush, don’t fight it, moon pie, just let yourself feel. And I did. His lips brushed mine, lightly at first, as if he was testing me. Waiting for me to withdraw, but I didn’t. Instead, I leaned in closer and the kiss deepened. Slow and deliberate, carefully unraveling the tension between us since the moment I stepped into this room. My mind kept screaming at me to stop. What the hell is wrong with me? What I was doing was wrong, and I was very much aware of this fact. I shouldn’t be doing this with another man while Jason is probably still waiting for me. But my body betrayed me, and it kept yearning for more. And I kissed him back. The kiss was so intense that I didn’t know how long it lasted. Seconds, minutes, hours. It felt like we were trapped in a particular time zone. But by the time Adrian pulled away, I was breathless and his eyes were so dark with desire. I cupped his chin with my hands and tentatively traced his jaw lines. Adrian’s eyes bore into mine, searching for something I wasn’t sure I could give. “Well you’re full of surprises, pumpkin,” he teased, leaning in and kissing the nape of my neck. I blinked. Trying to regain my composure, but the heat of the moment had scattered my thoughts. He didn’t spare me much time before he drew me closer and his lips came crashing on mine again. This time I lost all control. I fiddled with his buttons as I ripped off his shirt, revealing his perfectly toned muscles. His breath was hot against mine as he ravished the insides of my mouth. My back pressed to the couch, the fabric soft against my bare skin. As he ripped off my dress. His hands were everywhere. Exploring every inch of me with a hunger that makes my pulse race. I could feel the urgency in the way his lips moved from my mouth, to my neck and down to my collar bone. I let out a soft gasp as his lips found my n****e. He spent a significant amount of time on each one. Making sure to not leave either of them craving his tongue. My heart pounded loudly as his hand slid down my thigh. The anticipation builds to a high pitch. And I knew what was coming next. I was ready, more than ready, for him to finally take me. I raised my waist as a way of inviting him in as he hovered above me. But just as he positioned himself and was about to claim me. The loud bang of the door cut through the haze of our desires like a sharp knife as the door swung open. We both froze. The sound seemed deafening in the thick silence that followed. “Lily!” I heard a familiar voice call out to me. “Damn it!” Adrian muttered angrily, as we both turned in the direction of the sound.