12: Passed His Test

SERENA 

'His beautifully sculpted body you mean.' my subconscious doing what she knows how to do best... Always adding fuel to the fire. 

"Are...you sure it's him?" Maybe Desmond mistook the right person for Havoc.

"A hundred percent, Serena," he responded, moving away from the table. "The president volunteered himself." 

"Ohh," a ball of sweat tricked down the area in between my boobs. It was fucking clear now. Chanel didn't pick him. The asshole fucking picked himself...for what exactly? To punish me or what? 

"Bye, Serena. See..."

"Hold on, Desmond, please. Do you know how long it will take for him to come here?" 

He shook his head, "Don't know."'

"Should I go and come back later?" At least to cool off and prepare for the worst later... I was so fucking desperate to do something.

"I wouldn't advice that, Serena. He might show up anytime. See you next time. I don't want to be late for the meeting." He said while stepping out of the door, running afterwards to perhaps his meeting place.

I didn't like this...infact, I wanted to fucking throw a tantrum. How long did that man intend on keeping me here? One day? Two weeks? Three months? Well, I wouldn't actually mind if it was three months, provided my sixty thousand was sitting pretty in my account. But a day and two weeks, he dare not! I repeat, he fucking dare not!

I put Chanel's notebook wrapped with the measuring tape inside my bag and placed my head on the table, waiting for the man I really hate now to come for his own measurement.

It was never my plan to keep sleep off this way, however my eyes got weak and I let my body take over.

"Wake up," I felt someone tapping on my shoulder countless times.

"Are you sure she's still alive?" A second female voice inquired with a hesitant tone.

I raised my head from the table, scratching my eyes. Damn, have I been sleeping?

"Girl, did you let the fuckers 'round here knock you up?"

"The fuck!" Sleep cleared off my eyes. "I design for the club, please....was waiting for the president to take his own measurements."

"Ohh, my Havoc." The one with green hair whined, her hands on both her almost naked boobs, her mouth in a pout.

"Shut it, Delilah. Not everyone needs to know you've had Havoc's cock down your throat." The other one with dark brown hair dismissed her with an eye roll.

"Layla, you're just being jealous." Delilah replied with a dry laugh.

I didn't know what to say or do at this moment. I just sat and listened to them. I mean I should be angry for the time I've spent here against my will, but these two ladies kept me entertained.

"Jealous of a man's cock?" Layla laughed in disbelief. "That's ridicu..."

"Is Miss Serena Voss here?" A young man bumped into us, literally panting like he was being chased by a beast.  

"Yes, I'm the one."

Layla and Delilah stopped with their penis banter to hear what the young man has to say.

"The president said you should wait for him in his private hall."

Oh, now, he was finally ready. Tsk. Such a prick.

"Private hall? I don't know where that is. Can you take me there?"

"Let me do that, Serena darling." Delilah offered instead with a wide grin. "I was there yesterday morning." She drawled, her eyes twinkling at Layla.

Oh, yesterday, no wonder she's this cat eyed over him. The taste of his cock was still fresh in her mouth.

"Alright," I had no choice, I just wanted to be done with that man and be out of here. What was even the time?

I brought out my phone from my handbag, tapping on the screen twice.

My head wanted to blow up when I saw the time... Ten minutes past seven! Not only that I had several missed calls from Willa. 

No, I still could not believe it. "Uhm, please can you tell me what the time is." I said to Delilah who was in front of me. We were going up the stairs now.

"Seven eleven." She turned to show me her phone screen. 

Fuckkk! He fucking did this on purpose! I've never stayed out this late before. Willa must be so worried. I quickly sent her text that I was okay and would be back very soon.

"We've arrived, Serena darling." We stopped in front of two giant wooden doors.

"Just Serena, please." I didn't want someone to add to my already pent up anger.

"Ouch, don't be pissed, baby. I know he didn't mean to keep you waiting this long." 

What more was I expecting from someone who's had that man's dick in her mouth? Of course, she would vouch for him. Women supporting women in the mud.

"Can I go in?"

"Yes, you can." She smiled as she pushed open one of the doors. "Tell him Delilah misses him."

I totally ignored her ass while I entered inside.

His private hall was a really wide space having the arrangement of a living room. Four big sofas facing other, twos on twos...a big wooden table in the middle. Right in front of me was a giant leather chair that looked like some sort of throne, with club emblems stitched in. My eyes moved to the wall right above the throne. The initials K W were written in huge capital letters... couldn't figure out what they stood for since what I knew him as was Havoc. On the other walls were some pictures of him and other club members. In every single photo that he was in, he never smiled... scowled all through.

My stomach rumbled. I needed to eat. And where the hell was he? He was keeping me hungry and angry at the same time. 

When I decided to sit on the sofa closest to me, I heard the door opening and I stood up immediately.

It was him.

He was dressed in a leather cut on top of a black vest and baggy trousers, that permanent scowl plastered on his face. 

I swear I was so pissed at him but why was I getting wet by the sight of him... I should be shouting or throwing things at him.

'He's not your boyfriend, Serena, at least not yet. So, keep your temper to yourself.' 

"You've got five minutes." The asshole said.

"You kept me waiting for five whole hours when I had other designs to start making. Instead of being decent by saying sorry, you..."

"Four minutes, fifty seven seconds remaining." He coldly cut me off, reminding me my time was ticking.

'Serena, take it all in. Remember you're doing this for your brother and that sixty thousand dollars. Don't let this man make you lose everything.'

That was all I needed to hear. I let out a deep breath as I moved towards him with the measuring tape and Chanel's notebook in my hand.