Loving a Bully Billionaire.

Chapter 2

They packed the place with cars and people walking over the sidewalk and road. This would be my first time going into a club. I was only focused on my dance since I came to New York, and before that, I had to do small jobs to earn some money back home and focus on school.

“Look at you,” James said, holding out his hand to help me out of the truck. James is a senior at the dance academy, just like me. He only does solo and never bothered to even try to dance with a partner.

He would’ve been the perfect partner today. He knows how to dance and he is gorgeous.

“Thank you,” I smiled nervously.

“You’ve never been to a club before?” James asked, surprised, waiting for me to answer him, but I focus my eyes on the people in front of the door, so many people that want to go clubbing. I love dancing, but I don’t love dancing with people in circles around you or the fumes of alcohol and sweat.

“Mia? You still here?”

“MMM yes, sorry, you were saying?” James glimmered. Seeing how nervous I was, I could take a taxi back to the dorm any minute now.

“Come, it’s not as bad as you think.” James grabbed my hand, and we walked in. There are lights everywhere, the music is loud and people are dancing. My eyes are massive. This is nice. It must be the love for dance that’s making me appreciate the music and the lights.

“Mia, this is Griffin, Griffin, this is Mia,” Joe unexpectedly announces while I turned my back to the dance floor. I turned around and my jaws dropped to the floor, my hands sweating and my heart was jumping like a fox inside my body. His thick British accent is enough for me to fall in love.

“Nice seeing you again Mia,” but he is arrogant and has no manners.

“Nice seeing you again SIR” I pressed out the SIR. His eyes looking straight at me. Joe and James looked confused why I’m being so disrespectful.

“You’ve met?” Joe asks, still looking confused.

“Yes,” I said. Griffin is not answering but has a grin on his face, still looking me up and down.

“Joe, would you mind showing me the restroom?.”

“Sure, excuse us.” Joe politely says, and we disappeared to the restroom. Suddenly, I no longer see the club as enjoyable. I feel infuriated and have no desire to have a good time anymore.

“What was that?” Joe asks while I’m busy removing the lipstick from my lips.

“That is Mr. Fancy’s suit, Mr. I am the boss. He is the one that ran into me in the hallway, the Dance instructor from our dance performance earlier?”

Joe still looking confused.

“Griffin?” she asked with confusion.

“He is not a dance instructor, yes he owns 4 dance studios, but he doesn’t even know how to dance, usually he sends Dawn to do the judging,”

Now I am confused. I turned back to the mirror, feeling like s**t.

“So he is not a dance instructor? “

“No” Joe chuckles.

“He is not into dance, he likes to party and fool around with girls, and then go back to his office the next day and dress in a 1000 dollar suit, the only reason he even has dance companies is that his father owned it before he passed away. So he’s keeping the family tradition, and to be honest with you, I think he enjoys having pretty girls around.” Joe kept quiet, staring at me while I’m looking at the mirror.

“C’mon, don’t let him intimidate you. Let’s go and have some fun.” Joe grabbed me by the arm and dragged me out of the restroom.

“Ok,” I said. We made our way back to the table where James and Griffin were waiting for us.

“Did you guys order us a drink?” Joe asked while Griffin was pulling out a chair, but I declined it and sat next to James. He blinks and sits down again, sipping on his drink.

“Yes, we ordered gin for you ladies,” James said while smiling at me. Joe kissed him on the cheek.

“You’re the best” Griffin’s eyes still locked on me, not looking anywhere else. I keep adhering to my dress and put my hair behind my ears. I feel so uncomfortable. Joe and James are having a conversation about Mr. Looney that keeps changing the solo routines. How will I get past this night? Our drinks finally came.

“Do you need anything else” the waitress is asking Griffin, practically throwing herself at him? His eyes were still on me.

“No, thank you,” he answers her. She nodded and walked away with her skinny dress and her makeup that begs to take her home. Stop it, Mia, you don’t even know the girl or Griffin, for that matter.

“I’m going to dance,” Joe said, and James followed her. What? Seriously Joe, how is she leaving me alone with this man? I looked at how they leave the table and made their way to the dance floor. I sipped on my Jin and almost choke to death.

“Are you ok?” Griffin asks, but I don’t answer him.

“You enjoy choking?”

“Excuse me?” I ask, sounding surprised by his question.

“You choked earlier on the water, didn’t you?.”

“Oh yes,” I admitted and took another sip. This is a terrible drink.

“You don’t like Gin, do you?”

“No,” I answered, and he called the waitress by holding his hand in the air. It’s like she is monitoring him. She almost tripped to make her way to our table with an enormous smile on her face.

“Can we please get s*x on the beach for the lady?” Griffin asks, and she scowled at me like I just took a trophy from her. What? s*x on the beach. Is this a joke? What is he trying to do or say? The waitress nods. Griffin hand me a serviette, holding it close to my face.

“You spilled,” and he pointed to my neck. I looked down to see the gin spilled all over me.

“Oh, thank you” I took the serviette from him and his hand stroked mine, electricity trembled through my entire body. He could see on my face that I was nervous. He smiled at me, and my stomach made backflips. It’s a perfect image. His smile, the way he dresses and his masculine body, the way he stares at me, and his strong scent. Stop it Mia, my self-conscious creeps in, reminding me he fools around with girls and has no respect for women or anyone, for that matter.

“Do you want another drink?” Griffin asks. I haven’t noticed that I finished my entire drink.

“Does the drink taste better?” his pupils glowing like diamonds, his hair falling to the front of his face with all the heat inside the club.

“Yes,” that’s all I manage to say.

“So, in what dance school did you get in?” He asks. Clearly not yours, I said to myself.

“None,” I replied. The waitress brought another s*x on the beach, not smiling this time like a w***e. I took a big sip before he responds.

“Oh”

Oh? That’s all he got to say, that was a serious question, and he responds with Oh. I took another drink and another and another.

“Careful, that’s strong.” he points to my glass, but I don’t care. I just want this night to be over. I finished the drink and he orders another. By my 5th glass, I gain some confidence to ask questions.

“My turn to ask questions,” I said to him, taking my last sip before my glass was empty again.

“You want another one?” He asks, looking concerned.

“Yes, no, not before you answer some of my questions.” He took a sip from his first glass of whiskey.

“You’ve never drunk before, have you?” He asks, and I shoot him with a glare.

“It’s my turn to ask questions,” I said to him, removing his glass from his hand, taking a big sip. The Whiskey burns my throat all the way down to my stomach before I spit it out. Griffin’s 100 dollar jacket was ruined from the whiskey.

“Sorry,” I said, giggling at him. He removes his jacket and his blue T-shirt with only a white vest underneath and my eyes follow his muscles, his tanned body, and a massive tattoo on the left side of his arm. I walked closer to him to touch his arms and his tattoo. I had to stand on my toes to see the tattoo because he is taller than me. He not moving. He let me touch him and His eyes followed my fingers, making circles around his tattoo. The heat becoming more intense in the club, and my breathing becoming heavier. My skin feels on fire. I’ve never taken any drugs in my life, but I would guess that’s how it feels. Griffin pulled me closer, touching my waist. He leans closer, whispering in my ear.

“I thought you want to ask questions. Here you are touching me” I stepped back gaining consciousness. The drinks are making me lose control.

“Sorry,” I sounded like a schoolgirl having a first crush.

“don’t sweat it” and he is back to being a jerk and I could kick myself for letting him creep underneath my skin. Joe and James returned to the table laughing at some dude that danced like the guy from white chicks when he was on drugs.

“See you guys,” Griffin mumbled, removing his jacket from the chair and made his way to the exit.

“What happened?” Joe asks. I pulled up my shoulders and changed the subject.

“So can we go home now?” Why is he such a jerk? I thought he likes girls throwing themselves at him, yet he rejected me.

“Yes, we can,” Joe replied. My eyes scanning the parking lot when we get outside. Maybe he is still around. I’m still intoxicated, but he is a no-show. We dropped James off and made our way to our dorm. My feet are killing me in these shoes, and I smell like a shebeen. I removed my dress and shoes with only a towel around my body. Joe just fell on the bed, snoring already. I opened the door to go to the showers and there Mr. Jerk was standing, about to knock.

“Sorry, I...” he couldn’t finish his sentence.

“are you looking for Joe?” I ask, saving him from embarrassment.

“Yes, will you ask her to give me a call” his eyes scanning my body, only wrapped in a towel?

“Ok,” I said, and he turned around to walk away.

My head is pounding, and I have no energy to even try to understand what’s going on in his mind. I finished my shower, blow-dried my hair and put on pajamas. I am never drinking in my life again. This headache is killing me. I throw a blanket over Joe’s switch of her night lamp and tucked myself into bed. The next day, I woke up with Joe being a no-show. How do they do it? Party like animals in the night and wake up like birds.

I sat on the edge of my bed, trying to get some strength to make it through the day. I finally decided to get up, dress in my leotard, and made my way to the studio.

I struggled to get the moves today, but I guess that’s what you get from having a hangover. The day went by fast. Joe was missing the whole day, Which I am glad for. I don’t have the energy for any sort of conversation today.

As soon as I got back to the dorm, I dropped my bag on the floor and put on my pajamas and climb into bed with a novel I was dying to read for some time now. I manage to read 3 chapters until my eyes started feeling heavy.

I’ve noticed that I also didn’t eat anything today, but that will have to wait till morning. I slumbered on. The next day even goes by faster. I realized that the school year is almost finished and since I didn’t get into any dance school as an instructor; I have to decide to either go back home or start looking for a permanent job.

I grabbed the paper from Joe’s dressing table and started looking for a job.

There are a few waitress jobs that don’t look too bad, then there is a job as a bar lady at a club. No, thank you. I would rather clean toilets before I work in a club. Speaking of the club. I wonder what happened to Griffin after he just took off 2 nights ago. I grabbed my phone and search his name on google.

Mr. Griffin Baker.

Holy s**t. He is a billionaire. Look at him, being all fancy. Ok let’s read.

Born: 1982, so he is 38 years old, ok not bad he looks a lot younger.

Occupation: the owner of Manhattan dance academic, Deer studio, Broadway dance Center, center stage studio. Owner of little Naples food restaurant, Classics restaurant. Shares in New York International airport, shares in New York University. By the time I finished reading, my jaws drop to the floor. No wonder he is such a jerk. He is a billionaire.

Spouse(s) none — that’s a relief. Children: none, triple relief.

I closed google and placed my phone on the bedside table. Why is this man so fascinating when he only gives me reasons to not like him? I know he is rich, but I never thought he was a billionaire.

I would still like to know why he never dances when he owns a few dance studios. A knock on the door released me from my thoughts.

“It’s open,” I said while packing away the newspapers.

“ Miss Johnson?”

“It’s open,” I said again, but the door stays closed. I opened the door.

“O sorry Mrs. Daisy, I didn’t,” she cut me short.

“The principal wants to see you in her office. Please don’t make her wait.” Mrs. Daisy turned around and walked away. Ok, that was weird, and why every time she sees me, she is telling me not to be late. I was late once, of that probably cost me my job at a dance studio. I closed the door and made my way to the principal’s office.

“Close the door, Miss Johnson,” I nodded and greeted her.

“Hi Miss Jackson, is everything ok?”

but she stuck up her hand, telling me to wait while she reads a message on her phone.

“Ok, yes everything is ok, in fact, better than ok. Center stage dance studio called and would like to offer you a job as an instructor. It’s not a permanent job yet, but they are willing to put you on probation and see what you can offer.” My heart nearly stopped at the words of a job at a dance studio.

“Really?” I asked, my voice a little high.

“Yes, but like I said, it’s not permanent. You need to show them what you can do and work from there. Make us proud Mia.”

“I will miss Jackson, I promise.” She stands up and hugged me.

“All the best Mia”

“Thank you so much and for all your guidance.” I walked back to the dorm, smiling from ear to ear and dancing in the hallway. I cannot believe this is happening. The school gives you a chance to stay in the dorms until you get your first paycheck. Where will I find a place to stay, and the bus stop is too far? My mind racing with all the questions.

Ok calm down Mia, there is still plenty of time to sort this out. Let’s just get past the interview. My phone is buzzing on the dresser.

“not coming to the dorm tonight. See you tomorrow,” the text is from Joe. I type back

“Ok”.

I Went straight to the showers, washed my hair, and stayed in the shower for at least an hour. This day turned out to be the best since I started school. I finished my shower and made my way back to the dorm. I closed the door and jumped on the bed. Tonight I will turn in early. I switch off the lamb and curled myself up underneath the blanket.