claiming her
1494 Words
Lizzy’s POV
“ Mark,” I whispered in shock.
Mark stood, eyes running through my outfit.
“ Is this why you cancelled?” His nerves bulged as he questioned. “Because you had to live out your double life?”
“ Mark, no.” I shook my head, almost gasping.
“ Then why are you here?”
My hands clenched the tray firmly. “That isn't it, why would you even think that of me?” I questioned.
“ Then what am I to think of, huh? Why the hell are you here Lizzy! Why are you standing here waiting tables and in this…” his lip curled in a way that made me feel smaller than the skirt I was wearing.
“ You won't understand….I don't…”
“ You know what Lizzy. We. Are. Done.”
“Mark please,” My chest tightened before I placed the tray back on the table when he stormed off, with me hot on his heels.
“Wait…” I bellowed when he got to his car, flinging the door open.
I pulled on the handle, wanting to get in when I met a lady, wriggling her fingers before she smiled at me.
“Linda,” My eyes fell on my cousin. “Mark,” I took a step back before calling. “What is she doing here?”
“She came running to me, Lizzy, asking if I knew about the double life you have been living and I told her it was all a lie, that you would never do that, not with how well catered you are but….”
“ Mark, you have to believe me.” I begged, tears running down my cheek. “I just got in here…” I bit into my lips. “ My father…”
“ Just stop.” His voice turned cold. “Whatever this is… I don’t want any part of it. I don’t want you..”
My heart sank, eyes burnt with tears.
“ He relapsed.” I explained, voice wavering. “ He relapsed….and got into a bad deal that left him in debts. They were going to kill him and this is what I was offered.” I explained, taking steps closer when he asked.
“ If that is the only option you were left with, why didn't you come to me!”
“ Mark…”
“ You know what Lizzy…” he bit into his lips. “ I hate that I ever got to know you even for one moment.”
The tears came down in torrents when he got into the car, zooming off. I ran after him, pleading for him to come back when Onyx stepped out, ordering
“Get to work, Elizabeth,” I turned to him,rage slithering through me before biting on my lips, not wanting to make this any worse.
“ Did he have the money?” He asked while I made my way back into the strippers club.
“Yes, he works in finance.” I replied.
“Then why didn’t you go to him?”
“Because he’s done enough,” I answered, “He pays for my car, outings, clothes ....I'm already a burden to him and I wasn’t gonna drop 70K on him either.”
Onyx watched me, rather intensely without saying a word.
“I gotta get back to work,” I muttered, and walked away, back to the tables,to the life which was now mine.
Maybe this was a double life. I had thought about filling Mark in but how was I to know he would be showing up here on the first day I would be working here?
“ You look like a mess.” Drey said to me when I got back, picking up the tray. “ But letting him go was a good thing.”
I turned to her glaring. “ What?” She asked.
“ He was never gonna allow you wait tables anyways, also you would have let him go sooner or later.”
“ Why?”
“ He would have been your weakness, a man who can't stand up for you, you should be dancing right now not crying your eyes out.”
I sniffed in. “I gotta work.”
I went about taking orders, not trying to pay heed to what Drey had said about weaknesses but I was hurt Mark had believed her. Not me.
I had my hands filled with orders, trying so hard not to think about the fact my relationship just ended or the eyes which roamed over my body. Lustfully.
“ A gin and tonic, please.” I said to the bartender.
“ Coming up.” He winked at me before going off to attend to it when a young man inched closer
“You’re new,” he said.
“ What gave that away?” I asked without tearing my gaze away from the bartender.
“ I know them all but you seem different,” he said, grinning. “Drink after shift?”
“I’m working,” I said.
“So work me in.” His eyes dropped to my legs, lewd while his tongue ran on his lips.
“ I can show you pleasure in ways you never thought possible and make that ass work it's worth,” he added, hands slipping around my shoulder.
I shuddered, trying to shrug it off “ So what do you say to…?”
The crashing of bottles caught our attention, with his face turning pale when he saw who it was.
Onyx stood, beer bottle in his hands, now jagged into half, blood dripped between his fingers which he didn't seem to take notice of as he crossed the room in focused steps, yanking the young man who stood by the collar.
“ What the f*****g hell do you think you are doing!” He yelled.
“ You know better than to talk to waitresses, it is against the bylaws. Prospects know their place.” His eyes turned grey.
“ I will see to it that you are punished in church tomorrow.” He said flatly before he pulled me, his hands curled around my wrist.
“ What do you think you are doing?” I tried to get his hands off my wrist. “ I have tables…”
“ No. You don't!” He snapped, dragging me past the bar, right outside where he pushed me against a bike, his body shielding mine.
“My debt,” I gasped. “I have to work it off…”
“ Did you enjoy it?” He cut me off, grip grazed my arm.
“ What are you talking about?”I whispered, the cold air hitting my bare skin.
“ Did you enjoy the prospect looking at you? His eyes f*****g you before his c**k could?”
“ I don't know what you are talking about, Onyx,” my voice came out in a whisper. “ I have to work.”
“There are other ways you can pay me, Elizabeth.” His lips brushed my ear.
“Ways that don’t involve anyone else touching you. I hated seeing him touch you.” His tongue stabbed my ear, he smelled of whiskey, blood, engine oil and his cologne from the office. f*****g deadly.
“9 to 5,” he said. “You’re my secretary at Davis Industries. You already know the job.” His hand slid down my back, stopped
at the hem of that damn skirt while I shivered against his touch.
“5 to 9,” he said. “You’re in my house, on my bed. That’s your second job.”
“Onyx, I cant….I dont…want..”
“You don’t want to be a burden?” His teeth grazed my earlobe. “Good. Because you won’t be. You’ll be mine.”
His hands straddled his Harley, when he pulled off a helmet placing it over my head.
“ You ever been on a bike before?”
I shook my head.
“ Fine, because I would have to find whoever it is who got you on one and then….” He tapped on my helmet gently, making sure the straps were fixed just right.
“And kill off whoever it was?” I questioned, flipping my head to the side when he hopped on his bike.
“ Get in Elizabeth.”
I stood. “ I should change into something proper.” I stole a glance at my outfit
“ Get in.” He growled, slowly.
I took a deep breath before getting in. “I am not yours, I am leaving with you because your offer seems much better than waiting tables.”
He scoffed, placing his helmet on before his Harley roared to life, the throttle filling the air when he pulled my arms forward until I was forced to wrap them around his waist, my chest flushing against the leather of his jacket.
“ We will see about that.”
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