Chapter 13

I tried to ignore his gaze filled with rage that I could clearly feel from where I was. I took another bottle of alcohol and poured it on my skin.

The scream almost deafened my ears, hands reached out to touch me and I could feel the gaze of Mr Lance more intense, like he was coming for a kill.

He asked me earlier not to come to the club but I was very good at doing the opposite of what people wanted. I wasn't going to listen, he wasn't putting food on my table so he wasn't going to tell me to stop my work. He doesn't own me.

These are words I kept telling myself as I danced, trying so hard to ignore his gaze. I hated the fact that he was not staring at me with the lustful look like yesterday.

And as if enchanted, I stepped down from the bar and swayed my hips left and right, I made my way to his table with a bottle of drink in my hand.

His eyes followed me till I stopped right in front of him, a smirk appeared on my lips,

“Care for some?” I asked him but he didn't respond. I po