Curses & Cure: My Seven Werewolf Daddies

Chapter 10: Evelyn

Evelyn's p.o.v.

The club was crowded as usual when I entered inside from the staff gate, darkness surrounding each and everyone in their gasp, no one can guess that there is still day outside and not midnight...these thick walls without any windows really do their work by hiding the sunshine.

Ignoring the sweaty, insane bodies of dancing people I moved towards the staircase at the corner, behind the bar.

" You are early..."

A familiar friendly voice stopped me from my marathon. Yes, I was literally running. This loud music is making my poor head hurt.

I stopped and looked to my left, from where that overly cheerful voice came. My eyes easily found Oliver even in this darkness. Because of how his sleeveless vest glimmered like a black diamond as lights reflected on it. Oliver looks like a shooting star.

And he was behind the open bar right now, making the drinks while his boyfriend was dancing on the stripper pole, just behind me.

They are the cutest couple I've ever seen. And they always trust each other no matter what they do for a living. In short, they are the best. And the closest thing to a friend.

I smiled at him and walked towards the open bar. " Yes, a little early, today was my last exam so...",

" Ump, someone is going to be on top again.", Oliver interrupted, wiggling his perfectly arched eyebrow at me. i***t.

I chuckled, " Shut up...And don't jinx it.", I gave him a pointed look, don't want to think about the results right now. I just finished my exams...give me a break, duh!

Oliver shook his head, " I am not jinxing it, just stating the fact, Eve.", he gave me a proud smile, shaking the drinks while dancing like a monkey in the rhythm. I laughed. His boyfriend is a way better dancer, no doubt about it.

" Eve...is going...to be on the top again.".

Oliver is singing right now, making other customers stare at us. f**k, he is such an embarrassment.

" Other students study way too much than me. So I'm not sure about this year.", I replied, " And stop dancing, Oli.", I huffed, leaning down a little so he could hear my voice in this loud music and shouts.

Thankfully, soon some other customer called him, saving me from my stupid friend.

As I walked behind the bar, I peeked at the people around me, they are dancing like they'd been possessed. And a girl is puking right now near the pole. Great. Why do my eyes never notice something good, like hot guys? Why I always saw people puking or beating or fainting... Sometimes even farting, ew.

Somehow douching every sweaty body and horny dancer, I reached the stairs and gave another glance behind me at the dance floor.

This is madness.

Thank god I didn't work in this part of the club. I would have been in a madhouse by now, if I spend every night here, making drinks for these rich lunatics. And also, on the floor above it...at the casino. All the richest and stupidest people of this town came on these two floors.

My work is in the basement. No, not like the basement of my childhood home where Aunt Melanie locked me and Bob sat above me for the first time...where I peed on my trouser.

This is a different kind of basement...or should I say dungeon. Even the name of this club is black diamond dungeon. It's a Bd$m club, owned by my uncle's boss. And that's all I know.

" Your special customer is waiting..."

I nodded at Madame Veronica and walked straight to the changing room, ignoring the half-naked bodies roaming here and there.

I liked this place, only because it's clean, smells so f*****g good like lavender and vanilla...and the walls are soundproof and the music is slow and sensual, making this place give a weird soothing vibe, even after the horror that's happening here.

There were several stages with tied-up women and men on it, mostly women...giving a show to the crowd. And I have no idea what kinky s**t this is. And who even likes that...I could never trust anyone enough to let them blindfold me, let alone tie me with chains!

I don't even know if it's legal or not. I just came here every night to perform and sometimes serve drinks upstairs in the casino.

The black mask on my face felt like some shield as I stepped out of the room, only in black lingerie, which covered nothing. I felt shivers in my entire body...in my nacked thighs and barely covered boobs.

" Go and please our boss, will ye?"

I loud shrink made me snap out of my thoughts. I blinked my eyes up at Heather. She is two or three inches taller than me...and with her blonde hair and perfectly toned body, she looks like a barbie. She even danced like a ballerina.

Maybe that's why she is the best stripper here...and also a b***h.

" I just danced for him, nothing more.", I mumbled lowly and without giving another glance at her taunting face I strolled towards the hallway...in the private room.

I stopped in front of a closed black door, like always I checked my mask that it's covering my half face...even though he already knew how I look and who I am. Bob is his favorite dealer...and my bastard uncle even tried to sell me to him. But he denied it and asked for a daily show instead... I am not even a good dancer!

But criminals' minds worked in weird ways. Maybe he liked bad dancing...who knows.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door, stepped inside...and turned off any remaining self-respect I had.

I glanced at the couch in front of the pole, a giant body sitting in the darkness. It's only he today, sometimes he brings friends too...Looks like today is just him and me in this overly large room. It looks haunted now.

His chocolate skin looked even more dangerous in this dull red light. And his dark eyes, glued to my half-nacked body as I started moving on the rhythm... I have no idea what I am doing. I never had. I just kept moving my body, until the music stopped.

I am sure the way I wrapped myself around this cold red pole, I looked like some snake stuck to a tree. Why the hell he enjoyed watching me?

The music turned slower, but more sensual every second...so do the air around me. I felt hot, feeling his eyes on my ass and breasts as he stood up and started walking toward me.

But I kept moving anyway, fully aware that he is watching my naked body like a hungry animal. It's not the first time I let anyone watch me like that... It's fine. It's okay. I should just get this over with like always.

" Mr. Black!"

I gasped, suddenly feeling arms around my waist. The room started to feel even darker than before as I felt something hard pressed against my butt.

I stared at the gray wall in front of me, my breaths... it was not even here anymore. I don't think I am breathing. I felt just numb, pressed between an iron pole and a hard body. His warm breath on the back of my neck, with a hint of alcohol and mint....his hands pulled me closer.

He started grinding himself on my butt now. And I clenched the pole tightly, my nails digging into its hard surface. I just kept staring at the wall with my wide emerald eyes.

Mr. Black...he had never done anything like this before. He just watched me dancing. Sometimes letting his friends watch me. Nobody touches me, not in his presence... Then why, why is he grinding his hard d**k on me like this.

Maybe, Bob had told him that I am ready now...maybe Mr. Black don't want to wait for me to turn eighteen anymore. I grit my teeth...He is a criminal after all, just like Bob. All men are pigs. My jaw clenched as I felt his disgusting hand on my naked back...as he removed my hair and tugged them on my shoulder...as he started kissing my bare neck now, nibbling my flesh with his teeth. And I felt his d**k throb behind me.

I felt dirty. And worthless

But if I say no now, then Bob will beat me, and do more than just rub his d**k on me. He will do worst. I closed my eyes tightly, I just have to endure it...like every other disgusting thing in my life.

" Today is your birthday right?"

I frowned as he husked in my ear. Mr. Black stepped back a little, sighing as he rubbed my cold hands. And then only I noticed I was shivering.

Something cold touched my neck suddenly, making my eyes snap open. I looked down and saw a beautiful necklace around my neck...with a small pearl in the middle. I am not sure if it's diamond or not, but it's shining like one.

Why is he giving me...wait, how did he know it was my birthday!

" I don't need it.", I mumbled, touching the beautiful pendant. It really looks expensive.

" I am not asking."

I turned around hearing him, my eyes peered up at his dark face, is he trying to bribe me?

" But I can't give anything in return."

Mr. Black chuckled, his deep hazel eyes staring down at me as he cupped my cheek softly, stroking his thumb on my bottom lip. " Neither I'm asking for any return."

" But...", I stopped as he leaned down, he never came this close to me...And he smelled good too, like bourbon. I gulped and peered up at his face, no wonder everyone is crazy about him. He is a good-looking man after all. But still, I...I don't want to do this.

I parted my lips to say something, give any excuse but before I could say anything, he pressed his lips on mine, hovering over my body, his strong hand wrapped around my waist, and started wandering my body....up and down, from my waist to my belly and then stopping just near my bosom.

" Wait...", I breathed.

He trailed soft kisses from my jaw to my neck,

" Shh.", he murmured against my skin, nibbling me softly.

It felt good...and he is handsome and rich. But a criminal, and probably twice my age! If I do this now, there is no going back...who knows what will he do with me later, maybe he is just going slow for the first time, right?

My breath hitched, feeling his hand moving up and up, slowly, his thumb brushed my pointed n****e above my lace black bra.

I looked at my breast as he palmed them now, they perfectly fit in his rough hands. Hmm, looks like my tiny boobs are not tiny anymore. No wonder why Bob was so eager to sell my body.

He thinks I'm finally ready to be his money machine. I'm sure he thinks of me like some ATM...dicks will go inside of me and money will come out of my mouth.

That's enough.

I touched his hard chest and abruptly pushed him back. My eyes peered up at him, ready for a slap or punch or kick... But he just stared down at me, " Sorry.", he sighed, " was it too much?"

What...

" I am... I am not ready."

He smiled hearing me, " Not yet.", Mr. Black husked, " One day you will.", he added, and pecked my forehead, making me more confused than before.

When I nodded my head and turned around, I was still scared that he will suddenly pull me back and beat the s**t out of me. But he didn't. Not even when I opened the door and left his private room...not even when I left the dungeon and worked in the casino instead. And not even when I left the club after completing my shift.

Mr. Black wasn't like Bob...or George. He didn't beat me when I deny him. It felt weird and impossible.

The cold night air licked my tired sweaty body as I walked on the dark empty street. My big hoody covered my face, a knife clenched tightly at my hand as I walked hurriedly, almost jogging.

It's midnight. And these streets are way more dangerous at night. But I'm used to this by now, walking alone and scared at night. Local gangs knew that I'm Bob's niece so they will never do anything to me, at least not until Bob ordered them to. Can't say the same for rival gangs... They will love to torture me and Aunt Melanie just to piss Bob off.

I sighed as I saw my house, lights are still on... which meant Bob might be drinking with his friends. I gulped, a shiver running through my body at the possibility that Mr. Black complained about my behavior today. What if Bob gets angry...I wrapped my hands around my torso.

I wanted to run...but where will I run? Bob will find me, just like he found me nine years ago in that muddy park.

Taking a deep breath, I raised my hand and was about to knock on the white wooden door of my house but then the door burst open.

And before I could see clearly a hand pull me inside. I blinked my eyes and frowned as I saw Aunt Melanie's face. She didn't go to her shift again?

" Evelyn...", she breathed, her face looking panicked as she watched me, "Remember that businessman I told you about once?"

I scowled, " The one who was searching for me?", I asked, still a little confused.

There was a man Bob told us about once, who was searching for me. According to Bob, mamma also borrowed money from him and that's why he was looking for me. I don't know who that person was, but I'd never seen Bob that scared before.

But it was years ago...why bringing that up now?

Aunt Melanie looked back at the closed door behind her and then back to me, " He is here to take you.", she whispered lowly. And I felt the ground below me slip.

It's hard to breathe. No, I can't act weak. Not right now. But I am weak. Another buyer...another man like George and Bob. Another monster above me.

I felt my eyes teary, " take me...like buying me?", I asked, stuttering and shivering like a dry pathetic leaf.

" No.", Aunt shook her head, " He is adopting you."

What the...

I heard the door open behind us. And then some footsteps, coming closer and closer... I felt my throat dry, and my heart pounding...but this smell. What's this scent...

" Forgive me, it took us so long to find you."

A deep sweet voice hit my ears like a harmony. And when Aunt stepped away, I saw that man standing right in front of me, in his rich black coat and white shirt, two buttons undone showing his smooth tanned skin. His shoulders were broad, and he was tall...even taller than Mr. Black. My eyes shifted down, white shirt clenched tightly around his hard abs. f**k.

I immediately shifted my eyes up to his face. What the hell I am, a pervert! Staring at his body like that...but god, he is so tall and muscular.

Who the heck is this god-like guy?! I thought as I peered up at his angelic face.

His green eyes were piercing back at me, so deep and demanding...jaw sharp like a dagger, beard covering his lightly tanned cheeks...and f**k his lips, they look as if someone painted it, he himself look like some sculpture, defined and hard.

I wanted to look away, stare anywhere but not into these forest-green eyes of his. He took a step closer, and I clenched my fist, so tightly that my nails dug deep into my palm.

What the hell...I wanted to hug him suddenly?! Looks like I officially lost my mind. He was like a work of art, and I was just some clumsy oaf gawking at him. But still, I couldn't look away. I just can't.

Somehow, controlling my stupid hormones, I took a deep breath, " Who are you?", I asked, skimming up at him. I shouldn't fall for this pretty face. So what if he is beautiful, it doesn't mean he is a good man, right?

But then he f*****g smiled showing his cute little dimples.

And now I lost my remaining bit of sanity...his smile, his eyes, his scent...even his breath, everything felt so compelling as if seducing me to drown in his charm.

" Silas.", he replied.

" And I'm Sebastian."

Another voice came from behind him. And someone stepped out from the shadows. I hadn't even noticed him...wait. I looked at him, and then at that Silas guy. And then again at him.

They are identical. Are they twins? Ugh...what kind of question is this Evelyn, of course, they are twins. Same height, same body...even the same face, just his eyes are blue. And yes, this other guy has this scar on his cheek. I tilted my head, it looks painful.

As I stared at both of them, I felt something strange, they look the same...but still something is different. They are like light and dark....like the sea on a bright sunny day and thunder in a rainy cloudy storm.

Silas seems nice, like some pretty angel...and this other scar guy, the way he is glaring at me, with a scowl on his face. It felt like he is angry at me for some reason. But we just met....he did look familiar though. Too familiar.

I suddenly felt my heart pound, where the hell I saw him? But I just don't remember meeting this guy, but it felt I met him before.

Seriously, what kind of f****d up s**t is this! And why the hell do they want to adopt me in the first place?

They didn't look that old, maybe in their late twenties. So why...Maybe to become my daddies? Ugh, ump, I mentally slapped myself, f**k my dirty mind.

It just got a crush on my future daddies...ugh, I mean dads. I am f****d.