Chapter 5 DON'T SIGN IT!

*Bradley POV*

When Carlos told me the girl he had in mind was working inside this club, I was disappointed at his choices.

"With all due respect, my lord, do you think this is the right way to go about it?" I intoned, going inside the suite with him.

"What are you scared of? Relax, Brad. When you see her for yourself, you will know that she isn't a mistake." He countered.

"Boss, this person in question is a stripper? How is she a good choice? We need a tamed—" He cut in, "Trust me, this is a perfect lady for this job. She might not be entirely tamed, but she is beyond able for this task." I sighed out of frustration. How could a stripper be a better option? She might end up backing out from the deal or demanding more—they are naturally greedy bitches.

"So where is she?" I requested.

"She will soon be here; I send one of the guards to fetch her." I gave a curt nod of understanding, hiding the displeasure from my face. "Please excuse me; I need to use the restroom," I informed him, strutting into the restroom.

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After some minutes spent inside the restroom, I strode back to the small parlor of the suite. I saw that Carlos has corned the girl, telling her his proposal. It seems she was proving difficult for him to convince; she was sounding reluctant to take up the deal, and I wonder why. Many girls will be dying to get this offer, or does she not know who Carlos is?

"I hope all is going well, I made my presence known by speaking, taking off the facemask that was shielding my identity.

Immediately my gaze turned to the direction of the lady and Carlos; my eyes and mouth instantly widened; it felt like my blood drained from my body. "Victoria!" I gasped, not believing my eyes.

Luckily Carlos was still lost in his discussion of talking her into the deal, so he didn't notice the dazed state of both of us.

"Boss, is she the one?" I spoke again, trying to be as normal as possible. It also made her snap out of her gaze.

"Yes, but—"

"No buts— I will accept it!" She approved quickly, wrapped her arms around Carlos's neck, and pushed her body closer to his, her eyes burning intensely at me with unspoken emotions. I took a sharp intake of breath; my heart was beating dangerously. All the buttoned-up feelings, desires, and the walls I built surrounding my heart for all those years broke instantly. I want her; she is mine; she belonged to me first!

I shoved my heart of duty to the side, allowing my want to take control. "Boss, I have to look into her profile first before moving this fast!" I managed to blunt out, taking her by the hand. Carlos gave me a quizzical look but still approved to go and probe her with a curt nod from him. "Be quick!" He ordered, and I grunted, fighting my inner self to not be rebellious.

I dragged her into the bedroom and shut the door behind us, pushed her against the wall. "End the contract with my boss! You are playing with fire, Victoria!" I roared, blazing my pupil at her, holding myself from not lashing at her body; I miss her a lot.

"Dear ex-husband, are you jealous that I'm with your boss, or is it something else?" She challenged me, a mysterious smile playing on the tip of her lips. I clenched my eyes and fist, holding myself from not doing anything stupid; it felt so good hearing her soft, melodic voice again—at such proximity.

"Victoria, you have to run away; get away from us; don't sign that contract." I deadpanned, gripping her waist possessively. I can't allow Carlos to have her; she is mine or no one else's.

"Ha...ha...ha!" Her soft, melodic voice fanned my earlobe, making my dick twitch. "Fuck!" I groaned, holding her more firmly.

She stopped laughing and said, You are kidding, right? Who are you to dictate what I should do and what I shouldn't do?" She sneered, glaring hard at me.

"I'm your husband!" I blurted out subconsciously, "Was your husband," I corrected myself, slamming my fist against my forehead for my foolishness.

"Good, you are my past now, Brad, and Mr. Carlos is now my present; you shouldn't poke your nose into our business. Mind your business!" She blurted, trying to pull away from me.

"Is everything going well?" We heard Carlos's voice, which made us instantly separate. The door abruptly pulled open, and I sensed her cringe, "Did he overhear us!?" I heard her mumble under her breath, shaking as Carlos advanced closer to us, his eyes darkened and his expression unfazed. "You guys are taking too long. Done?" He asked arrogantly; I felt like punching his teeth and telling him to his face to get the fuck away from my wife—ex-wife, though I don't know why I keep forgetting that.

"Of course... We are done; we were about to come out." She declared, going over to his side.

"That's good; I was beginning to think you want to prove difficult again." He muttered, looking at her so hungrily, I know Carlos; he is a scumbag. He will not let Victoria off the hook that easily. I could see the dangerous desires in his eyes; this contract would not be just merely for the public show. I was seeing those lustful desires he has for those gay whores of his; that's the same look he is giving her. Victoria doesn't know the dark world she is about to get herself into—I wouldn't allow him to have his way with her.

"Should we go and seal the deal now?" She nodded and exited the room with him; she spared me a look of triumph and mystery.

"Is she going to sign it? If she signs it, there will be no going back; she will belong to Carlos forever—I can't watch that happen. I matched the door open with a loud bang; my eyes instantly searched for her. She was already in the parlor, holding a pen with the agreement document in front of her. Has she already signed it?