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Part 5

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Her Pov:

I am taking this day off. After the kiss, I don't know how to encounter him again. It was my fucking first kiss.

What if it was only causal to him? What if he doesn't feel anything about it? I didn't want to meet him so soon at work, so I took a sick leave, saying I had a fever. Ella asked me several times what happened, but I couldn't tell her. I didn't know myself.

I was watching the TV, and the Titanic was on when they were kissing. I let out a frustrated sigh. I see myself and Edward in them. Just when I was about to change the channel, Edward called me. I saw it right after but took the call after a few rings.

" Hey, how are u, Lia? How's your fever?"

" I am getting better, sir. Don't worry please". It seems like he was taken aback for a second.

" Do you need any type of medicine? "

I denied it and assured him I had medicines. It was true I had the medicines at home, but just not the sickness or the fever!

I spent the rest of New Year napping, sleeping, watching TV, and scrolling reels. But I couldn't seem to forget what took place. My first kiss!!!

Around 6 pm, El got back home. And the lie I told my boss got to her for real. She was burning from fever. I gave her medicines and told her to rest.

" Lia, could you plz go and take my shift at the part-time? I need to send someone to replace me."

"The job at the club?"I asked.

" Yes, in the VIP lounge area; who knows, you might even get someone for you?" She winked.

I pushed her for teasing me and told her I could do her part-time for her. I wore a short, black mini-skirt, black stockings, a tight white shirt, and a pair of heels. I kept my wavy hair open. Did a little makeup and set off to work.

When I reached there, El had already called her coworker and told her about me replacing her for a night.

The work is quite simple. Just take their orders and give them to the bar. And take the drinks from the bar and serve them to VIPs. I guess it shouldn't be very difficult.

The girl whose name was Rose, I believe, took me to the VIP lounge, and oh my!!!! That looks so expensive and posh. It's gorgeous. I had never visited the VIP lounge of a club before.

Not wasting any more time, I started my work, and everything seemed to go smoothly.

I just took another order from a person and gave it to the bartender. I was having a glass of water standing in front of the bar when I felt a hand on my butt. What the fuck!!

I turned around and saw a very drunk middle-aged person. Maybe in his late 30s. I looked at him, and he asked me, "How much are you, baby?"

What!!!! " Um, could you plz leave me? Also, I am not up for a one-night stand."

" Baby, you are so so beautiful.. Let's just have some fun tonight. "

He started to move his mouth closer, and his hand was trying to get into my skirt. I panicked and pushed him with both of my hands, but even in his drunk state, he felt too strong for me to push him away. Suddenly, I saw a fist flying towards the man from behind me.

Clic.

It sounded like the man's jaw was already broken. Before I could even understand what was happening, a strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling both of my legs and we were in the air for a second until I landed on the land again. The arms still wrapped around my waist.

I turned around to look at the man standing behind me, holding me only to find Edward in there. What is he doing here? He looks so calm from his expression but his eyes. His eyes look like he's gonna murder someone right now.

He left me there and moved towards the guy and started to punch him. The man fell to the ground, but that didn't stop Edward. He started to kick him like a crazy man and then choke him.

All while saying " How the fuck.. How the fuck you dared to touch my Lia..."

I was watching him almost killing a person. All the VIPs and the guards also gathered, but none said a thing. No one tried to stop him. Watching it going over the head, I tried to stop him while trying to hold his arm from behind.

"Please, please, please don't, please. You will kill him. You will kill the man. Please stop.." I started to sob not being able to handle it anymore.

And his murderous gaze fell upon me, and I instantly regretted it. He asked in a very cold voice. " You are trying to save this man, Lia?"

I didn't reply but sobbed harder. He let the man go and held my hand and all but dragged me to another hallway, all while following him. He dragged me to an office room huger than my house and slammed the door closed, pushing me against it.

While both my hands were pinned above my head. " Stop crying, Lia !" I couldn't " LIA I SAID FUCKING STOP!" And my tears dried immediately.

While his one hand was pinning my hands above my head, he kept his other hand back of his palm on my forehead.

" You don't have a fever. You lied to me, Lia??" The coldness in his voice was scaring me.

" I.. I.." I tried to reason.

" Yes or no, Lia??" He asked his voice cold as ice.

I didn't reply. I lied, but because I was scared to face him and anxious to know what he even thinks of the kiss. Thinks of me.

" So you lied to me and came to the club and whoring yourself around for those old bastards to lust over you???"

I looked at him in disbelief. He looks very calm, but his eyes.. his eyes look crazy. He looks about to snap. I was too lost in my thoughts to realise I hadn't answered him.

" FUCKING ANSWER ME LIA!!!" A small scream left my mouth when he punched just a mere centimetres apart from my face on the door.

Fear got the best of me so I started to whimper. Seeing me scared he seemed to be trying to calm himself down.

He kept his forehead on mine, breathing all while my hands were still pinned above my head. And then he moved his face downwards and aligned to my face he looked into my eyes.

" I hate lies, Lia.. I hate liars. I can forgive anything but lies. You are not gonna lie to me ever after this again, right?" I found myself nodding to him.

" Words, Lia."

" I won't lie again."

" Good girl," he whispered. His face was already mere inches apart from my face, and now he moved his face closer and kissed my tears-stained cheeks softly.

And then on the bridge of my nose. Before I could act, his lips attached to me in an instant while his one hand pinned both my hands, the other held my jaw firmly so I couldn't move away.

And the kiss. It wasn't anything soft. It felt like he was trying to label me. To claim me. He tasted every part of my mouth with his tongue and sucked both my lips into his. I couldn't but give into his kiss to mould into his touch. When I felt I was about to black out, not being able to breathe, he pulled out. And left my hands those were pinned.

"You're not going into that lounge anymore. I will drop you at your house, OK?"

I was so out of breath that I just nodded. He took my hand in his palm and took me to his car. This time, there was a driver. And he opened the doors of the car for both of us.

We both were seated in the back seat. He was sitting there doing something on his phone while I was looking out of the window. And then it clicked mind.

" Um, sir?"

" It's Edward for you." "Oh yeah.

"Um Edward, how did you know I was in that club?" He looked at me.

" I own that club and several other clubs of this city. So I better not see you in any of those clubs flirting with those old hags or to be better with anyone." I gasped.

" I wasn't flirting.. "

" You weren't?" He asked.

" I wasn't."

" Humm, so you weren't flirting with him.." He suddenly moved closer to my ear and whispered," So you prefer flirting with me better?"

I looked at him with wide eyes. Huh?! I could feel my cheeks heat up, and seeing that, he let out a laugh. I never saw him laugh before this.

" You are like a fucking teenager. You be red so easily."

I could tell hearing this, I became more red if there was any more scope to be. But I was relieved that he let go of that topic.

He dropped me off at my flat, and after I entered my house, he drove away. I locked the door and saw Ella's eyes on me.

" Girl, what's going on? Who's that who dropped you off??"

" Um that's that's Edward.."

" Edward... Do you mean Edward Knight???! The boss of our club??!"

I just nodded. She looked at me for a few more while and said, "He didn't just drop you off, right? Something must have happened between you?"

I denied it just right after.

" Girl, I have known you for almost 10 years now. I can tell from your face that something happened for sure."

" Um, he kissed me?"

It came out more like a question from my mouth.

"Girl, what did you even do, huh!!! Don't you know about his link with the Russian Mafia?? Don't you fucking know that there are rumours as well about him being the fucking leader of the Russian Mafia? "

My eyes widened in shock!!! What the hell is going on!!! MAFIA!!! THE FREAKING RUSSIAN MAFIA!!!!

Strawberry šŸ“

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