A TOAST

I have to do something fast!

“Daddy,” I said sweetly, as I stepped forward and placed a gentle hand on Jack’s arm, “he was just bringing me a drink. Don’t be mad.”

“Yes... I was just... bringing the drink, sir,”

Daniel said and quickly placed the glass on the table.

Jack’s eyes flicked between Daniel and me.

Then he grunted.

“Better be.”

Daniel bowed slightly and turned to walk away.

“Wait.”

Jack Fire’s voice rang out.

Daniel froze and slowly turned back.

“Yes... yes, sir?”

He stammered.

I stopped breathing, afraid for his sake.

“Who are you? Ain’t you too young to be working here—at an exclusive club?”

he asked, rubbing his double chin suspiciously.

I swallowed hard.

“My mother works here as the Executive chef, so I help her with some things. She’s Don Potterman’s chef.”

“Potterman's chef, huh?”

Don Potterman... I had heard that name before. He’s the Mafia boss who sold me off. So this club belongs to him. Emily still works for him. She promised to visit but never did. I understand that she said so to make me feel less sad.

“I see. You may leave now,”

Jack Fire finally said to Daniel.

I was relieved but resisted the urge to look back at Daniel one more time.

I can’t afford to get him in trouble. Since he works here, I’ll visit another time.

I turned my attention back to Jack Fire.

“Is Big Daddy mad?”

I asked with a pout, fluttering my long lashes.

“Haha! Not at all. I have a reservation for us—why don’t we head in? Daddy's gonna show you a good time.”

I smiled charmingly.

“Yes, Daddy.”

He led me through the hallway toward the elevator.

He pressed the button, and we stepped in.

His greedy hand kept groping my soft behind until the elevator stopped at the selected floor.

Using a key card, he opened the door to a private room.

“Wow, this looks good, Daddy,”

I said with a forced giggle, pretending to be impressed.

He turned to me, already loosening his tie, with lust in his eyes.

“Make yourself comfortable, baby,”

he said, kicking off his shoes.

I smiled and began to undress.

His eyes devoured me, with every piece that slipped off my body.

Finally, I was left wearing nothing but a white lingerie set—lace and satin clinging to my body like a second skin.

His gaze lingered on my cups, barely containing my full bosom, then trailed down my small waist to the thong that sat low on my hips, exposing the smooth, swollen skin above.

I let down my long blonde hair; it fell like a golden waterfall down to the curve of my hips.

Jack froze, his breath caught in his throat.

“Goddamn…”

he muttered, eyes wide, voice hoarse.

“You look like a... doll. My perfect little doll.”

I smiled sweetly, tilting my head.

“Do you like what you see, Daddy?”

“F*ck yes, I do.”

He moved to touch me, but I raised a finger and clicked my tongue.

“First,”

I whispered, picking up the wine bottle and a glass, that was placed at a nearby table.

“A toast?”

“Haha! What an interesting one,”

he chuckled.

I smiled, pouring the wine slowly into a crystal glass. Then I dipped two fingers into it and brought them to his lips.

“Drink from my fingers,”

I said, seductively.

He opened his mouth eagerly, sucking the wine from my fingers like a starved man.

Then I poured some wine onto my chest.

His eyes lit up. He lunged forward like a primal beast, tearing off the lace cup and sucking like a ravenous animal.

Using the distraction, I slipped drops from the vial in, unknown to him.

“Mmmh... Daddy, you’ve got to drink more,”

I moaned, offering him the glass this time.

Without hesitation, he downed it, even emptied the wine bottle, thirsty and intoxicated by lust.

“Now,we are out of wine. No more drinking, little doll. Let's get into the main thing.”

he grunted.