Hazel eyes

LACY

Fuck! She's one hell of a sight!

Spread those legs, you little fox!!

I think I just nutted my pants!!

Take all my bloody money. All of it, baby!!

How much for a night, baby? I'll pay a fucking fortune!!

The lewd comments and cheers from these horny bastards were like a damn symphony to my ears. They fueled me to twirl harder around the pole. Give them the fucking show of their life.

I hit a majestic split and the hall broke out into a thunderous applause and whistles. Relief washed through my mind as I stared at them through my mask.

They all looked horny and ready to pay whatever the fuck I asked.

I promised my mother that I was going to get the money tonight, and she's not going to get kicked out of our little apartment. And to God, I'm gonna keep that promise.

Over ten horny billionaires were ogling me. They're worth more than the cash I needed.

The pay I was gonna get from doing this show tonight was peanuts, compared to what these men would give me. And I needed what they would give. It would go a long way toward clearing a bit of our unending debts.

I struck another erotic pose, with my head thrown backwards and the hall broke in cheers. And that was when I saw those eyes again.

Deep, striking hazel eyes. Staring intently at me. Not blinking. Not smiling. Just raw and intense.

I saw those eyes before I came up to the podium. He's been watching me since then. Unlike the others, he wasn't cheering. There was no sheepish smirk on his face. On the contrary, his expression was blank. But he was engrossed. In a frightening way.

Gulping, I struck another pose, reminding myself not to look in his direction. Even though I could feel his heated gaze on me.

When I finally ended the dance, the whole crowd was throwing a fit. The cheers were ear-shattering. I had everyone in here completely and irrevocably mesmerized.

As they should be.

“Thank you all.” I smiled, waving at them. My horny fans. Billionaires too. Just how I liked them. “Merry Christmas and a happy New Year.”

They screamed different replies, that ended with how fucking sexy I was. I bowed gracefully and headed down the podium. Trust that I exaggeratedly shook my big ass and made my big boobs bounce as I left the hall. It was just a little icing on the cake.

I took a quick glance at Hazel's eyes and he was drinking a glass of what seemed like whiskey. Those damn eyes sent a harsh wave of heat to my thighs.

I looked away, disappearing through the door that led to my dressing room.

“Good show, Nina.” The girls greeted me as I walked by them.

“Thank you.” I smiled, keeping my head up until I was locked in my dressing room.

Alone, I threw the mask off my face. I didn't need to smile anymore so I dropped the cheerful facade and put on my real expression. A sad, gloomy, desperate expression.

I snatched a robe from the hanger and covered my almost naked body. How wretched my life was. For every penny I needed, I had to be an erotic excitement for a bunch of horny bastards old enough to be my father.

But then again, I'd do anything for my family. My mother and my little sick brother.

And that involves ripping off any of those men tonight. Soon, I'll get a message that one of them wants me for the night. That's how it usually goes. That's how I get my victims.

They pay a fortune for me to follow them to their hotels. We have a drink. They black out after the drink because I most expertly would have drugged it.

In the morning, they believe we had sex and they pay again. Because I would sweetly promise to do it again with them. But that would never happen because they're never going to see me again.

It was simple and yet complex. But yeah, anything to survive. Anything to keep my family from drowning.

The knock came sooner than I expected. I quickly took off the robe and flipped my curled blonde wig. I practiced my flirtatious smiles before reaching for the doorknob, hoping to see James, my assistant.

He's usually the one to inform me about the requests. But I got the shock of my life when the door opened and it wasn't James.

It was him. Hazel eyes.

My gaze unconsciously swept up his tall frame and settled on his face. Oval-shaped, high cheekbones, sharp jawline with neatly trimmed stubble. His thin lips had a pink hue that made them alluring. He was, in fact, ruggedly handsome. In a way that mercilessly steals your breath.

He had sleek brown hair graced with a pompadour haircut that highlighted every fucking facial feature. And those eyes, God, those damn eyes.

Also, he's ogling at me. Not in a way that screamed pervert like those men in that hall. But in a more unnerving, bloodcurdling way that screamed ‘I want you and you gotta let me have you.’

He was dressed like a usual billionaire except that he seemed to hate colors. Everything was in black. Down to his gloves. He was giving billionaire vibes but there was another vibe that I didn't find comfortable.

With one good look, I could already tell he wasn't my usual type. He screams danger. The type that could easily see through my facade. The type that would wanna own me. And not worship me.

I can't be owned. Not again. I only wanna be worshipped, get what I want, and vanish. A man like him would make that very hard to do.

“Wrong room,” I said, and tried to shut the door. He stopped the door from shutting with just one hand, even though I was using both hands to try to slam the door in his face.

“Please leave. I need to get dressed.” I said with slight panic, trying to shut the door again.

He pushed it open and barged inside. I lost my cool and grabbed a pair of scissors from the table.

“Don't you dare try to force yourself on me.” I threatened, pointing the scissors at him.

He didn't flinch. He didn't blink. He just slowly began taking off his gloves.

Was he mute or what?

“What do you want?” I asked, the panic was still strained in my voice.

“I want what every man in there wants.” He finally replied. Good Lord, was that the voice of a human or a Greek god?

Because what in the name of huskiness was this? The rippling effect from his voice sent goosebumps through my skin.

“What's that?” My voice floated in the air.

He gave a lopsided smile. “YOU.”

“I'm sorry but you can't have me. First off, you're not allowed to come in here. Secondly, I'm a dancer. Not a stripper. And thirdly…”

“Are you gonna take off your panties here or in my car? Decide and be fucking quick about it.” He cut me off smoothly, rendering me speechless.

“Excuse you?” I gasped at his rawness.

“Are you gonna take off your panties here or in my car?” He repeated without fucking stuttering.

I turned crimson and my hold on the scissors loosened. But I was still pointing it at him.

“I've got money. Lots of it. But I bet you know that.” He added.

A cocky bastard! Definitely not my type!

My chest tightened bitterly. “I'm not a whore…”

“Says the girl who just bared her coochie in front of a crowd a few minutes ago.” He cut in swiftly. “I'm not judging. I'm just saying that I loved what I saw. I want a taste. And I got enough cash to pay for it.”

Something about the cockiness in his voice triggered me. Before I realized what I was doing, I had gone closer to him.

My six-inch heels made it easier for me to get closer to his face. All I needed was a little tiptoe to help me slap the living daylight out of him.

“You cocky bastard!”