Chapter 6

The hibiscus pink sun of the evening added luster to the golden miniature stature of his first hotel. Ollie stretched in his seat, rubbing his eyes. His gaze moved through the numerous wall clock in his office.

After a long day, he needed to go see June. He put his hands over his face. June? After a long day, he wanted to go to a strip club.

His phone dinged with a lot of notifications and heaved startled. Who the fuck was that?

He groaned as he stretched his hands over the pile of files on his desk. He swept through the desk until his hands met his phone.

Hissing at the first message he laid his eyes on. It was the fuckers he called a friend.

Logan: I'm back from my trip.

Ollie growled. He couldn’t care less.

Ollie: what is this group for? He punched into his phone.

Ava: To chat

Ollie: Why?

Max: Old man cannot use a GC.

Ollie:?

Max: what? It’s the truth

Logan: I said I'm back.

Max: Okay.

Logan: Okay? Gone for two months and that is what I receive?

Ollie: This is childish.

Max: which cave do you live in again?

Logan: (laughing emoji)

Ollie: The fuck. (Crying emoji?

Ava: Stop with the f word. I'm trying to get into character. A Catholic sister and she doesn't curse.

Logan: Can I read the script?

Ava: no. Ollie, what’s with the crying emoji?

Ollie: I’m angry not crying. The fuck.

He typed with urgency. Why would he cry?

Max: You can't even identify emojis.

Ava: (laughing emoji)

Max: Ollie, what’s the point of using a phone when you can’t differentiate between emojis?

Ollie: I don’t use my phone to chat like fucking teenagers.

Max: What era do you live in?

Logan: He is a caveman.

Son of a bitch

Ollie: Fuck off.

Ava: Don’t use the f-word.

Max: Fuck off too.

Logan: Enough

Logan: good. Let's hit the club tonight.

Ava: I’m busy on set.

Max: Can’t. I have a date with my mom.

Ava: your mom or your gf?

Max: MY MOM.

Logan: What about Ollie? In?

Ava: It isn't his scene.

Nightclubs. Parties. There weren't something Ollie did for fun.

Ollie: Busy.

Three dots from Max appeared. Ollie knew he would be the first person to sprout shit about him.

Max:You still going to the strip club?

Logan: I take you once and you are already addicted.

Ollie chuckled. Logan was the one that initiated that they went to the strip club.

Max: He is obsessed with a girl there.

creases formed on his forehead and he rubbed on it. He forgot Max was a telltale.

Ava: a girl? For real?

Ollie: That is a lie.

Max: no it isn’t

Logan: oh..who is she?

Ava: now I want to meet her. Oli?

Logan: To beat her up?

Ava: fuck you L.

Ollie chuckled at their interaction.

Ollie: I’m not obsessed with any girl. I’m just researching about strip clubs.

Ava: Oh.

Max: Don't believe him.

Logan: Nah. I don’t.

Ava: I do believe you Oli.

Ollie smiled at his phone: Thanks, Ava.

Max: Don’t fall for his lies.

Ollie: Okay. I’m out.

Ollie exited the group chat and took his time strolling through all the unread messages on his phone. Nine out of ten of them were thirst messages. And he had no idea how his number was gotten

He strode out of the office. Waving a hand at his secretary who responded to him by bowing her head. Before he headed to the lobby.

Seeing June was like a reward after his busy day. The air was already thick when he reeved into the Vue’s parking lot. Walking into the club was not stressful at all because there was a separate entry for VVIP. For those who wanted to avoid paparazzi and media.

He got greeted and ushered to the private room by a woman in a red top and blue skirt. With a tied ribbon around her neck. He wasn’t asked any questions because they knew that he was only there for one dancer. June.

His feet drummed on the floor. Thirty minutes had passed. Not the woman nor June was here. He was starting to lose his patience. It never took more than ten minutes.

The woman finally strode back into the room. Stopping near the door. She clasped her hands in her front. Stuttering as she said. “She is unavailable.”

Ollie's heart sped. Was she hurt? Was it because of the mark on her neck? June didn’t look particularly okay that night.

“Why?” He asked. Hoping it wasn’t a serious injury.

“she said. She doesn’t want to attend to you.”

Ollie cocked his head. Did he hear wrongly?

“What did you say?”

“She said she doesn’t—.”

He held his hands up to her. A pained smile spread on his face. June kept breaking the record of things he hadn’t experienced in his life. Been stood up. He had never been stood up.

“I’m sorry sir.”

“You can leave.” Ollie waved her off.

He glowered. What game was she trying to play? Saying she didn’t want to dance for him. She was his dancer. She was his.

He strode out of the room. Mild rage rumbled through his stomach. He found it funny because he had never been in a position where he got rejected by a girl. June was too bold.

He skimped down the stairs. Several strippers tried getting his attention. But they weren’t June.

June had him in a chokehold. He turned his head sideways. His eyes got a glimpse of June. Surprise siphoned into his blood through his face. What the fuck was he seeing? His feet came to a halt.

June!

The same June that was unavailable for him was on a pole. Twisting off her sexy body for a bunch of men. Four men.

He stifled a humorless laughter that withered as fast as it came. Fury grabbed up his leg. His jaw tightened in anger. But that didn’t stop him from checking her out. She wore a sexy purple thong and a short purple skirt that barely covered her ass.

His pants strained. Damnit.

He took his time watching her through the ajar door, stealthy striding into the room. The audience didn’t notice him come in. There were too engrossed in her body. He clenched his fist. They shouted and yelled as she skimped on the pole like a snake.

Even as anger seeped into his bone. He maintained his blank calm face. One superpower he possessed. Though he doubted it would be a superpower anymore. With the desperate need to punch—Something. Someone— that kept rising in him.

He wanted to ride her pretty folds until she knew who she belonged to. Ride her pretty sassy mouth until she choked on his cock. Mark her so that everyone knew that she belonged to him. He wanted to make her his. He shifted uncomfortably. He wasn’t used to feeling like this.

He gritted his teeth as they yelled cheering June up. They looked young. Like college boys.

Ollie leaned on the wall and dead gazed at June. Twisting. Turning. Sliding. She kept doing all as she danced to the fast-beat song that played. She caught up in his dead gaze and the smile on her face disappeared. She moved uneasily on the pole. Though she didn’t waver. Her face screamed with shock.

She kept his gaze as a slight smirk crept into her face. She was messing with him. She seductively carried herself. Her eyes were strained on him. He folded his arm and watched, drinking every bit of June. Until it was over.

Volcanic anger clutched him by the throat. She and the boys giggled before they exited the room, giving him a when did you get here look.

He bolted the door after the boys.

Slowly, he paraded to the chair and reclined into it.

June looked up at him.

“Go ahead me a show.” He raised his left eyebrow. “Or you don’t want to? Because it’s only me?”

She gave him a look over and rolled her eyes. Then proceeded to walk past him. Like he was invisible.

He stomped to his feet. June flinched her body in reaction. He slammed her on the wall, trapping her with his body. Her eyes screamed fear and an emotion he couldn’t pinpoint.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly under his gaze She swallowed hard before she spoke. “let me go—.” Her voice cracked.

He pulled up her chin. “You could have told me you like an audience.” He said unable to hide the rage in his voice. “That it makes you feel fucking hot,” Clenching his jaw

She blinked rapidly. “What?"

“You could have told me an audience makes you fucking wet.” He pushed in against her. “ I’ll hire a trunk full of men if that is what makes you wet.” His breath was ragged. Unable to control himself. He has never crossed his temper line. Never. Today was a day he did.

“Are you done?” She said. Her expression was like she had been struck in the face.

He wanted to punch into the wall. “Am I done?” A negative laugh bubbled out of his mouth.

Even at the tense moment. He felt her body heat seeping into his skin. Her consuming scent stirred a desire in him. So angry and horny for June. She was driving him nuts.

“No. I’m not done.”

He rested his hands on her bare inner thigh and caressed it.

“What are you doing—.” Her gaze fell on her thigh and then moved to my face

He clenched a handful. She jerked, stifling a moan. A wicked smile slowly crept into his face.

“Tell me does it make you feel so fucking hot when you danced in a room full of fucking men.” He drew a circle with his fingers on her thigh. She sucked in a breath.

“What thought do you have huh?” His hand trailed up her thigh. Her face fell apart and her breathing became ragged. She parted her lips when he pinched her spot just below her folds.

His head moved to her ear. “Do you imagine them fucking you?” Inhaling her intoxicating scent.

He licked her earlobes and she let out a silent moan. He was hard already just by hearing it. “Tell me.”

Ollie reared his head back. Looking into her eyes, a Cloud of tears filled them. “It makes me so good. Especially when they pay a great tip. The tears trickled down her face. He could hear the hurt in her voice. “Now fuck off and get off me “

Ollie was aback.

She sobbed. “I’m a fucking stripper so the more the merrier. Yes, men staring at my fucking body makes me hot you fucking asshole.” Her gaze was full of pain.” You get a boner staring at my ass too so why can’t I?” “Fuck you. Fuvk you asshole

As tears dripped down June’s face. Ollie's hands fell. Startled by June’s words. He reared backward, watching June squirrel away from him. He ran his hands through his hair. Shit.