“One-million pounds.”The words rolled off of my tongue, before I had the chance to stop them, or come to terms with what I was saying or offering to her.“What?” she repeated incredulously, staring at me with a puzzled expression.“I’ll buy you your lifetime’s freedom for one-million pounds… If you stop working here altogether,” I stated matter-of-factly.15JASMINE“One million pounds?” I repeated blankly, hardly able to believe my ears.Hardly able to believe that I wasn’t stuck in a fucking trance.Hardly able to believe that this was really happening.That I wasn’t trapped in some sort of fucked-up dream.One million pounds…That would be more than enough to set me up for the rest of my life.Working as a waitress…I was lucky to be making roughly £21,000 a year.But a million…That was money beyond my wildest dreams.More money than I’d ever seen in my fucking lifetime.What the fuck was this guy’s deal?Why was he offering me so much money…Just because he saw me flirt with hi
12ADRIANI wasn't quite sure what came over me, but I could barely stand to watch this chick put on her show any longer.It was pissing me the fuck off…And not in a good way.I couldn’t stand to see her flirting with my friends.Why wasn’t it me that she was approaching?Why wasn’t it me that she made advances towards?Why did it have to be the motherfuckers that I was sitting down with…While she made me watch?I knew her game.She was probably trying to get me on her own…And let’s just say that she fucking succeeded.I approached the outside of the bathrooms, where we would be able to have some privacy.The entire time I’d been walking, she’d been thrashing about my grasp, thumping my back…But her defiance only turned me on even more.She was so fucking hot when she was angry.Jesus fucking Christ.“Put me down, Adrian!” she screamed, as she continued to punch my back.Dammit.Why did she have to say my name like that?It sounded so fucking sexy when it rolled off of her tongue.
I’d only ever slept with men who had been my boyfriend before.I didn’t do one-night stands.I just didn’t have it in me.I didn’t like the idea of men seeing me as an easy lay, somebody they just had to bat an eyelid at and the woman would fall at their feet.I respected myself, and knew my self-worth better than to behave like that.I found myself scowling, suddenly irritated of the sight of him.Hoping that he wouldn’t get any ideas.Hoping that just because he helped me out with Piero…He didn’t believe that I owed him anything.I put the drinks down on the table, letting out a sigh that I didn’t know I was holding.“Here’s your Hennessy and your Ciroc,” I stated, more confidently this time.No longer the nervous wreck I was before…Now that I had my head back in the game.Knowing why I was doing this job in the first place, and why I was covering and working overtime.“Thank you, darling,” Piero rasped.I played Piero at his own game a little, knowing that in order to rake in the
“I’ll have some Hennessy,” he stated matter-of-factly, folding his arms. “And I’d like to apologize on behalf of Piero over here. He was out of order, and I’m sorry if you felt uncomfortable.”“I never said that I was sorry,” Piero snarled, but Adrian flashed him a warning look that caused him to shut up.“I’ll have some Ciroc,” said Adrian’s friend, the forty-year old man sat next to him.Piero let out a low chuckle. “Since everybody’s drinking… Bring a bottle of Ciroc for the whole table.”He trailed off his sentence, narrowing his eyes at me.“In fact… Bring the bottles coming all night.”“Okay,” I nodded, and turned on my heel nervously.Ready to make my way back to Peter, to get the drinks everybody wanted.The way that Adrian just defended me…Nobody had ever defended me like that before, when I’d been harassed in the bar by weird men who didn’t know the meaning of the word ‘no’.Most people would just look by, and claim that it was ‘none of their business’ to intervene.But no
I came here tonight to discuss business with two old motherfuckers from across the city, Piero and Harold. Wrinkly and filthy rich…Just like me and my family.Sealing a deal on opening another technology firm.I came with my right-hand man Matteo. Blonde hair, stubbly face, pale skin, rugged appearance.While we played cards, throwing them down on the table with money, I saw that woman walk in.She was fucking gorgeous.Easily the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on.I could tell that she was Filipina just by looking at her. She had a chubby face, and didn’t look much older than twenty-two.But her body…Her body told a different fucking story.Slim, shaped to perfection.Toned.I could tell that she worked on it a lot.She was so fit and in shape.A slim waist, flat stomach.Thigh gap…Juicy, slim legs…And small, perky tits.Just how I liked my women.Hell…She looked like a fucking Barbie doll.It made me wonder what a girl like her was doing working in a place like this…S
“Cool, I’ll cover for her, Boss,” I grinned.“Thank you, Jasmine. I really appreciate it,” Boss replied sincerely, and then he turned on his heel, and walked away from me.This was going to be one interesting night for sure.4JASMINEI swallowed down a lump in my throat, suddenly a bundle of nerves, as I began trudging up the stairs, ready to make my way to the private lounge that the Golden Ace had restricted to VIPs only.I dusted my hair off, and smoothed my hands over my ass, hoping that I looked the part.Hoping that I looked my best.And then I walked into the booth, and saw four men sitting down at a table together.There were two older men, who looked about sixty-five years old.And there were two younger men…One who looked around thirty-seven, and one who looked around forty.My heart pounded against my chest, as I drunk in the view of the thirty-seven year-old.He was gorgeous.Possibly the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on in my entire life.He had dark, rugged bla