Chapter 4

“So, I’ll see you later,” Sandi gave me a poke on the arm. We were standing outside the club watching the bouncers deny entry to the underdressed and shabbily-dressed clubbers. We could only afford an entry ticket for one of us.

Sandi had provided me with a recorder and a thumb-sized night camera to capture some juicy information on Tyler Banks. The recorder and camera were linked to Tank Publishing’s dedicated server, so all I had to do was approach my target while the equipment was switched on. The recorder I kept in my clutch and the camera I kept hidden in the folds of my evening dress.

“Bye.”

I waved to Sandi, who had worn a stressed look on her face ever since we came to the club. From the looks of it, she had probably grown out of favour with Adrian Tank. I huffed, thinking of the predicaments of Shirley and Steph. If I hadn’t acted rashly, perhaps Shirley wouldn’t have to foot the blame for the assaults on Leslie Mills.

I was a little dizzy from the spinning lights as I entered the club, almost slipping on the slippery floors. Fortunately, I had opted to use flats as I was never a fan of heels. I pulled up the neckline of my dress, embarrassed about the amount of exposed cleavage. Between my hills, I had kept the camera hidden, so I had to make sure that held well, as well.

The redheaded attendant at the door looked at me and asked for my ID, peering at it for a few long seconds before stamping an invisible ‘ticket’ on my right wrist.

“Next,” she groaned impatiently. I took my leave of her and proceeded deeper into the club, scanning meticulously for Tyler Banks. I finally found the person who matched the image Shirley had shown me, sans his sunglasses. Of course, who would want to wear shades inside a club? I laughed at my stupidity.

He sported a trendy hairstyle that complimented him, one that could only be carried well by a charismatic soul. His jacket glimmered under the disco lights, enamouring me with his flair. Looking to the right, I digested the fact that he was in the company of a woman, as I had expected.

Only a man like that could be Tyler Banks, I thought to myself, feeling insecure with my short height and tiny size. Compared to how fit and tall he was, I was inferior. The woman beside him had boobs that appeared to be the product of an excellent plastic surgeon, and even her face had so much artificialness on it. She also looked way older than him.

I recalled vividly in my mind Shirley’s training, knowing what I had to do. I slipped past the crowd, ignoring the cries of passion from the female clubbers as they wildly smeared their lips on their male partners. Zeus Club, as its name mentioned, had to be an orgasm party. The reputed Greek legend was said to be so passionate with his lovers. The thought of it made me smile.

Tyler Banks pushed the older woman away. She slunk away dejectedly, getting the idea immediately that she wasn’t the CEO’s cup of tea. That made me anxious. What if I wasn’t his cup of tea either?

It came to my mind that apart from the woman, Tyler Banks was alone. Was he off-limits? I wondered, strolling across the bridge that separated the dance floor from the corner where Tyler Banks was drinking.

To do this, I told myself that I had to go out of my comfort zone and do something that put me in unease: expose myself in front of the man. I quickly pressed the record button on the tool hidden in my clutch, taking a few deep breaths to steady myself. 

I counted to ten. You can do this, Ally Shale, I egged myself on. It’s only one time. It was now or never.

Mustering my strength, I shrugged out of my jacket, baring my back and shoulders in front of Tyler Banks. I took a few steps forward when out of the blue, someone crashed into me from another direction, launching me into the arms of the man himself!

I felt his hands on my bust, containing myself from shrieking as I pulled myself from him.

“Another one?” he uttered menacingly, pushing his lips towards mine. Our eyes met instantaneously, but the next moment put me into a state of ecstasy as I recognised his face.

He was the very man at the boutique earlier!

My heart soared. 

“You’re a daredevil, aren’t you?” He didn’t care whether people were watching because his fingers were already roaming my dress, slipping between my hills. I realised that when the drunken stranger had bumped into me, I had lost my camera. There was absolutely nothing in the space between my boobs.

He whispered in my ear, “Ah, so smooth. I can’t wait to have you naked under me, begging for me to take you as hard as I can.” His breath reeked strongly of alcohol but in an intoxicating way.

Tyler’s words made my body tremble. I was allowing him to venture deeper inside my dress, ignoring how he was sending electric volts down my back. In that split second, I was already having dirty thoughts of being defiled by the wealthy CEO; although I knew, had he been sober, he would probably not have a second glance at me.

“Perhaps, you like it somewhere darker and thrilling.”

He pulled me towards him, dragging me with him towards a dark corner. Although I sensed eyes on us, nobody made a move to stop him. He was stronger than me, and I could not miss the opportunity. To my surprise, the corner he had taken me to was no other than a black ‘camouflaged’ door, which he pushed open and bolted shut.

“Now, nobody can disturb us,” he whispered, releasing me on a black couch. The room was dim-lit, making me focus only on the magnificent figure of Tyler Banks.

His dark brown eyes warned me of the impending danger. I could not call him a cleanly-shaven man because he did carry an attractive shaven beard that made him look mature for his age. He pulled off his jacket, exposing his muscular abdomen through his thin shirt. I gasped, completely dumbfounded by the scene before me.

He had to be Zeus, I said to myself between breaths. No human could be so striking in appearance. He was gorgeous!

“Like what you see, babe?”

I nodded as if I was in a trance.

“Tell me your name,” he uttered in his dominating male voice, hypnotising me with his charm.

“Ally Shale,” I admitted.

“I presume you already know who I am,” he replied before descending on me with his rough lips. I was immobilised by the desire that surged through me as he played with my bits, arousing me while his burning kisses silenced my moans. The feeling was indescribable. I wanted more.

I had shaved down below as part of my daily routine. His other hand had pulled up the skirt of my dress. Then, it wandered down the depths of my lower abdomen as if trying to remove any cloth I was wearing below. Finding none, he seemed highly pleased as his eyes glinted with lust.

“Ally Shale, you’re very ready for tonight,” he whispered seductively, trapping me under the weight of his body. “You lucky whore, I’ll make sure you get it. I won’t be gentle with the likes of someone like you.”

Someone like you. The words rang painfully in my ears. With his handsome looks, I knew I would not be the last to try to have Tyler. The women in his life must be plentiful. Tears filled up my eyes, but I said my part.

“I’m not a whore. I’m still a vir-”

I halted myself before I finished the sentence. Even if I was a virgin, what difference would it have made in his mind? I was sure there were plenty more women who were virgins when they had slept with Tyler Banks. Would he have cared that I was still intact?

His cell phone boomed with the most unpleasant ringtone I had ever heard. 

“I’ll continue with you later. Don’t you dare run,” he roared at me as he left the room, attending to the call. I picked myself up and dried my tears, lifting the curtain as I watched him disappear with a scantily dressed woman, who I assumed was the caller.

I looked down at my exposed chest and sobbed for a very long time. It was my first kiss and solo time with a man, but yet, he had just left with a sexier woman. But the worst was that I would probably be unable to achieve what I had come for. 

Ignoring the dampness between my legs, I found my clutch on the floor and exited the room. The thought of the rejected older woman leaving the scene with desperation in her eyes filled my mind. I was no better than the woman.

I climbed down the stairs, searching the club. There was no sign of Tyler. I had failed badly in my mission. 

He had asked me to stay put, hadn’t he?

That meant he had to be around somewhere?

First, I had to retrieve my night camera. I looked about the area where I had fallen, crawling on the cold marble to find the object. 

“Is this what you are looking for, Miss?” A warm voice swept through my ears. Taking the hand that was offered to me, I stood up, but a surprise greeted me.

I was looking right into the familiar face of the gangster earlier at the food court!