Chapter 1

Isabella's POV 

"Hey Isabella, the manager wants to see you in his office now,"Marie, one of my colleague, informed me as she changed into a sexy dress. 

Seems someone is going to have fun tonight, I said, while she swayed her hips in response. 

“Go easy tonight girl, so you don't come back with a sour pussy,” I added, watching her gulp down some contraceptive pills.

But wait, the manager calling me? That was so unusual. He rarely did that unless it was something serious and urgent. Please Lord, don't let it be what I think it is, I prayed, as I headed towards his office.

I knocked on his door lightly, trying to calm myself down. 

“Come in,” he called. He looked up from the pile of papers on his desk and gave me a brief smile.

“Bella, great, you're here.” He said, scratching his jaw, the way he does when something’s on his mind.

 He then reached under the desk and pulled out a bottle of red wine. 

“Ermm…I need you to serve this to a guest in the VIP lounge room 101,” he said, handing it to me carefully. 

“Make sure you're careful enough not to drop it unless you want to spend the rest of your life clearing the bill,” he added with a grin.

I forced a light smile, gripping the bucket. Then this wine must be expensive. Whoever I'm serving this too must be super rich, I thought to myself. 

“You don’t have to worry, sir. I’ll handle it with care,” I replied with a smile. Just as I turned to leave, he called me back.

“Oh, and one more thing…,” he said, his tone serious. “Do whatever he asks without any hesitation or questions.”

Of course, I knew exactly what he meant. My facial expression changed because whoever this man is going to be, there's no doubt that he is another ruthless and rude billionaire. The one who does even care if they are going roughly enough to hurt you. 

“Yes, sir,” I replied, bowing respectfully before taking my leave.

 I held the wine bucket tightly because I can't afford to drop it as I made my way to the elevator. 

When I reached the door to Room 101, my hands were already shaking . I wanted to take to my heels, but my mom’s pale, worn-out face flashed before my eyes. A tear slipped down my cheeks. I hate doing this but I have no choice. Only God knows what I have to endure to make sure I don't disappoint the only two families I have left. At that moment I wished I had also perished with my parents in that accident because this is far more than too much to endure. 

It breaks my heart to see my step mom lying helplessly, hanging by a thread, and yet here I am, trying to keep my head above water. The hospital bills are piling up faster than I can count, and my brother’s school fees are around the corners. I promise not to let him drop out of school just like I did. 

I took a deep breath. You're courageous girl, I told myself. Whatever goes on behind this door you'll definitely just survive it. I then knocked and opened the door. 

As I stepped into the room, I was shocked, almost dropping the wine. The man seated across from me looks younger than the men I usually entertain to make matters worse he isn't just any man. This was Damien Sinclair, a ruthless billionaire, dangerously young, and devastatingly handsome. Seeing him in person felt surreal and yet, knowing why I was really there, the thought of sleeping with him? It turned my stomach.

"Are you going to stand there gawking all day," he said, he said firmly.

 "Or are we going to get down to what you're here for?” 

With that I knew I had another long night to deal with another arrogant billionaire. His words snapped me out of my daze and I quickly walked over to him, picked up the crystal decanter, and poured him a glass of wine. His eyes raked over me with something more than hungry. 

While pouring him a glass of wine,he rubbed his hands around my butt slowly, gliding over my curves before landing a firm, deliberate smack on my ass. At that moment I wanted to land him a resounding slap but clearly, I'm the one in need so I just have to hold it in. He then trailed lower, his fingers grazing my bare thighs, igniting a slow burn beneath my skin. 

“Damn, you’re hot… and so thick,’ he whispered, licking his lips as his eyes roamed over me. 

Every one of his touches was electric and I could feel the heat building between my legs. I hate how my body responds to him. 

“Can you twerk for me baby” he said while kissing my neck.

There was something in his voice that compelled me to submit to him without any disgust. Without thinking twice, I stood right in front of him and started twerking. I wobbled my butt at the same time, swaying my hips to the beat of the music he played, and I could feel his eyes on me. For some unknown reasons, the way he looked at me only made me move my hips with more confidence.

Suddenly, I felt his body pressed against mine. He grabbed my ass and I could feel my pussy was already wet just from that ass grabbing. I was puzzled by how my body reacted to him. Fuck, he obviously knows how to handle a woman. No one has ever made me feel this way, not even my beloved boyfriend. He gripped my hand and swirled me around. My back was against him. He pulled me closer, then grinding my ass against his dick.  

He spun me around once more, and this time, I was facing him. He stood tall with a jet black, slightly tousled hair and steel gray. He had me completely mesmerized. I couldn't take my gaze away from him. He was stunning. I inspected his whole body. He was athletically muscular with a powerful, commanding frame. He has a butterfly tattoo on his shoulder which fit him perfectly. 

“Mind giving me a lap dance too baby?” 

I was still lost trying to assess him. I watched him as he sat at the edge of the bed. I approached him with a playful smile and sat onto his lap, my arms resting gently on his shoulders. I moved with intention, swaying my hips in rhythm to the music. 

“Ahhh…fuck” I heard him moaned softly. 

I could feel the way his body reacted beneath mine. He closed his eyes for a second as I continue to take him to cloud nine. Honestly I couldn't control myself. I pressed my lips on his, tasting him for the first time. He broke the kiss making me confused. Why? Didn't he like the kiss?

“I'm so sorry, I…….” He didn't let me finish.

 His lips brushed mine. Damn..his kiss was wild and sweet. I opened my mouth, granting him more asses to my mouth. This man was gnawing my lower lip, his hands gripping my waist like he couldn't bear to let me go. He broke the kiss again, glancing at me. What??

His eyes left my lips, and started trailing down my neck to my breast. He removed my dress leaving me with only my bra and my underwear. He carefully turned me onto the bed. I felt his warm breath as his lips brushed mine. I kissed him back deeper, pouring into it everything I’d tried to bury. 

"You’re such a good kisser," I whispered, breathlessly.

He didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing my skin as he murmured, “Then don’t ask me to stop.”

“I won’t so please… don’t.” He paused, like he needed to hear it again. “Say that again.”

“Please… don’t…..stop.”