CHAPTER 4• Lady In Green.

"Stop!" He commanded and the stripper didn't dare to continue to show her ass to him. She was waved off by one of the men who worked for Blake, and she disappeared away from the room immediately; even the other strippers who were with two of his friends suddenly seemed uneasy by his change of mood.

He doesn't come to Lust on weekdays except for weekends, but his visit meant he had a really bad day. Maybe that was why he asked the stripper to get out... Everyone in the room would thought of that.

Blake sipped the whiskey that hit his throat just the way he liked it. If only it could burn the desire he we having tonight.

Every bad day that he had, a pretty wife was waiting at home for him and would at least make him feel a little better, but he had decided to visit Lust, one of the greatest strip clubs, whorehouse, just name it. With advanced security, and even if the president were to lodge in here, not a single soul would know about it. And if a journalist dared to make a news out of it. He will be getting ready to bury all of his family.

That's how he could continue to visit Lust. Even as popular as he is, if anyone saw him they all knew better than talking about it. But what about the lady he had seen when he arrived?

Would she have been told about the rules? Cause she seemed like a bad, innocent lady who had gotten awe by him and had suddenly gone dumb.

"Bad day making you lose interest in sex?" Blake's friend asked as he kissed the lady on his lap

"Has he ever had sex with anyone?" The other friend at his right side chimed in.

"Yeah. He has a wife."

"How are you settling the drug cartel business in Asia?" Blake asked, changing the topic.

"You aren't gonna talk about that in a goddamn club..." Marcus spoke up.

"Want me to strip you of the power you're given because of your incapability?" Blake asked with a clenched jaw.

"Shit. Get away from here." The two friends swore under their breath as they chased the ladies who had assisted them in getting hard.

"And you... You know you should be protecting the family's secret, right? But congratulations, every other Mafia family already knows about it and would be doing anything to get a hold of it now." He spoke.

"Is that what caused your bad day?" Marcus asked now smoking. "You should have been responsible!" He cussed at the other friend whom Blake just scolded.

"I'm pretty sure if they want to know more about it, you are the one that will be the first target because of your dumb asshole!" Blake mentioned as he took a last gulp from the whiskey. "Call on a meeting tomorrow at noon." He said in conclusion as he stood up and walked out of the room.

The music in the club grew a bit louder now that he was out of the VVIP room.

It wasn't always the right choice to visit here every weekday. Blake thought as he climbed down the stairs and walked out of the club.

The receptionist gave him a flirtatious look, just like she always did, but he ignored her as he walked out of the building, he stopped on his track when he saw the lady in green.

Was she even a slut or stripper? He thought watching a guy shut the door after she entered the car like he was her assistant.

Yeah, most strippers of lust could afford themselves a car and driver, but the particular lady in green seemed just like someone he wanted to know. Had he not even been attracted to her when he saw her in the lobby?

Maybe she was a high-profile model who slept with wealthy men. "Hey," Blake called and his bodyguard walked over to him. "Find out about that lady. Every single detail about her." He instructed as he walked out of the entrance into his car that had been opened for him to enter.

The driver sped off away from the road with Blake resting his head against the headrest, his eyes shut.

If he had satisfied his curiosity about the lady in green, he might not be so bothered about her now, or perhaps he wouldn't have become obsessed with knowing every detail about her.

"We are here. Sir." The driver announced, and when he opened his eyes, he was already in the compound where he lived as a billionaire, not a Mafia who would butcher anyone's head that dared mess with him.

Blake walked into the house and he stopped on his steps when he saw his wife approaching him.

As everyone would say. She's the prettiest lady on planet Earth, but it seemed like he found someone prettier than her tonight and even younger.

"Hey, Darling. Welcome back." Ursula greeted him as she helped him take off his suit. "Will you eat or take a shower first?" She asked.

"Meet me at my bedroom." He commanded, ignoring her ever-passionate wifely duties as he walked away over to the staircases.

Blake unbuttoned his arm shirt as he walked into his spacious bedroom.

He sat at the foot of the bed, glancing at his wristwatch and watching it as though he was a timekeeper who would punish a student for being late.

His door slowly slid open, and his wife, Ursula, walked in with her nightgown.

"Don't fucking be late ever again." He warned watching her get closer to him and kneel.

Ursula began unbuttoning his trousers, and he was still staring bored at her. Even a stripper was better off than she.

Ursula helped Blake unbutton his trousers with the practiced grace of a wife used to fulfilling every duty, but tonight, something felt different. The way he’d snapped at her earlier, the cold distance he’d placed between them, it all hit her like a brick to the gut. Blake had been moody before, but tonight, his detachment was colder. More purposeful.

Something’s wrong, Ursula thought.

It was too late to call the informant she had in the Club, but tomorrow... She’d find out what happened. Whatever it was.