Page 9 of Sweet Possession
Did she forget?
Instead of saying that again I go with the other thing I do. The thing that makes me tons of money. “I play poker online. Professionally,” I add.
I hear a small gasp and bite back a groan. I wonder if she will make those noises when I sink my cock deep inside her. “Wow. I’ve never met a poker player before.”
I shrug. “It earns me good money. I can make hundreds of thousands a day sometimes.” She gasps again but this time louder. My dick twitches in my pants, and I briefly wonder how this girl and her little noises elicit such reactions out of me. Even Cali never got my shaft moving by noises alone. I grin at her as I pull into the parking lot of Legs Eleven. “That being said, I have also lost thousands in one day.”
Her eyes are wide as she says, “Must be nice to have so much money you don’t even blink at losing thousands.”
I shrug. “It comes with the territory, angel. Sometimes you win. Sometimes you lose. Gambling is about taking risks and I have no problem doing that.” I pin her with a look, enunciating my next words. “Inanypart of my life.”
She blinks at me before a small smile curves her lips. The door opens and she steps out, only to lean down and look at me. “Thanks for the food and the ride, Asher.” And with that, she slams the door closed and strides to the back metal door.
I sit there for ten minutes contemplating my next move. I can go inside, watch her dance, then pay for an hour with her. Or I can go in there and claim what’s mine.
My lips curve into a smirk.
Guess it’s option two.
ChapterSix
REMI
Pulling open the metal door, I find Griff, the club’s head of security, behind it. I come to a stop, the door hitting my back when it closes. Griff eyes me like I’m an inconvenience before speaking. “Jason wants to see you in his office,” he rumbles.
I nod and make my way down the dimly lit, cold hallway. Stopping outside Jason’s office, I knock and wait for him to call me inside. I have a feeling what this might be about. It was only a matter of time before I got in trouble for my private sessions with Asher. Jason will know I haven’t been dancing, that we just sit in there and talk. He is still earning, no matter what I do in those sessions, so I don’t see why he would have a problem with it. But Jason is Jason, and he’s suspicious.
“Come in,” his voice snaps. I step inside to find him behind his paperwork-covered desk. He lifts his head, his eyes landing on me as a smirk curves his lips. I shiver but not in a good way. Jason has always put me on edge with his creepy vibes. The only reason I’ve stuck around and not looked elsewhere is because it pays well, and he didn’t pry into my background. If he’d looked a little deeper, I would not be working here, that’s for sure.
“You wanted to see me?” I ask with a faux smile.
“Take a seat.” He jerks his head to the empty chair.
I swallow as I do as he says. Shit. I don’t like the tone in his voice. Maybe he did look into me. Maybe he is going to fire me. Or worse, kill me and dump my body somewhere no one will find it. The sad thing is, he would get away with it. No one would miss me. My mom is probably high somewhere, while her pimp boyfriend sells her body for money so they can afford their next fix. She doesn’t know or care if I’m dead or alive. The only person in this world that cared about me was my father, and he’s dead. Or maybe… Thoughts of Asher fill my mind. Does he care about me? Or does he just think I will be easy and spread my legs for his enjoyment. I shake my head. I mean, I’m not the most experienced with men, but I doubt he would put in this much effort if that were the case. But then, you never really know someone, do you? And Idefinitelydo not know Asher all that well. No matter how much he’s trying to change that.
“Crystal!” Jason barks, making me jump.
“Sorry, what were you saying?” I nearly cower at the anger on his face as he stares at me. If there is one thing he hates, it’s when people don’t listen or follow instructions.
“Fucking listen,” he growls. “I won’t repeat myself again.” I nod, giving him my undivided attention. “Who is the man that keeps paying for private dances with you?” He pauses, eyes narrowing. “You don’t actually dance though, do you?”
I shrug, acting nonchalant but feeling anything but. “I don’t know.”
His beady eyes narrow in on me further, his jaw ticking. “You don’t know?” he repeats. “He has spent the last couple of weeks and thousands of dollars to sit and talk to you. I’m not stupid; you don’t sit mute the whole time.Now who is he?”
“I honestly don’t know, Jason. I met him a week ago. Yes, we talk, but I don’t know anything about him. He’s just a job. One that doesn’t want me to dance, but to talk. Maybe he’s lonely.” I’m telling the truth. Mostly. I don’t know Asher. He’s mysterious, hot, and an enigma that seems to have taken a liking to me. That’s as far as my knowledge of him goes.
His fist pounds on the table, making me flinch. “I don’t want you seeing him again. I don’t care what he pays. If I find out you’re lying, that he is some ex-boyfriend or an undercover cop or something… well, let’s just say, you won’t like what happens.” He leaves the threat in the air, but the insinuation is clear. “Now, get to work. I want you to do a couple of sets tonight.”
I want to argue, tell him I don’t want to dance twice, but I’m not going to antagonize him when he’s in this mood. “Of course,” I say in acquiescence as I scramble out of my chair and out the door.
* * *
An hour later, I’m ready for my first set. I stroll towards the stage in a white lace thong, pasties, and angel wings. I wouldn’t normally wear the wings, but it’s a heaven-and-hell-themed night, and I thought I better get in the spirit, considering my talk with Jason earlier.
Candy strolls through the curtain, having just finished her set. Spotting me, she throws me a scowl as she sashays straight past me. I sigh. From the moment I started here, I’ve been a pariah. I don’t know why the girls don’t like me though. I’m quiet, keep myself to myself, and have been friendly. But no matter what I do, they still treat me like dirt. I stopped trying with them after the first couple of weeks and just kept to myself.
The MC’s voice booms over the microphone, announcing me to the stage. I push my thoughts aside and stroll through the drapes, depicting a confidence I don’t feel. I’m on edge tonight. Whether it was the talk with Jason or what happened with Asher, I’m not sure. The crowd goes wild, calling out my name as the music starts. Tuning them out, I grab the pole and start to move around it. I dip, I swing, I put on the show of my life, hoping if I give them a little extra, they will throw me more money which, ultimately, will keep my boss happy.