Consequences

“Hello.” She greeted quietly as soon as she stepped inside the apartment. It was her habit even when there was no one in sight, just like how there was no one then. She went to her mother’s room to check if she was sleeping and sure enough, she could be seen fast asleep. She was glad as she did not want to face her at that moment without her expression giving away the dismay she was at. She kissed her mother’s cheek and went to her room.

She got out of her skimpy outfit and stilettos. She could still feel the cab driver’s eyes earlier that were digging holes with the way he was ogling her. Those kinds of stares still made her uncomfortable. All credit went to Joe for not allowing her to change into her clothes.

She would have to go to the club and get her clothes the next day if she still had the job. It was very less likely. Joe would not let her go after she slapped him. She still had a tiny bit of hope. After all, that was all a person could do when everything and everyone in the world seemed against them—have hope despite the contradicting situation.

She tried to put aside the fear of the known and got busy with her shower. She was not a professional dancer, but she had learned a bit of dancing to be fit for the job. Her performances were exhausting which was why the warm shower was doing wonders for her aching muscles.

Besides, the physical effort to get away from Joe had also draining effects on her body.

She could not help but think of the stranger who had helped her. Why did he help her? How did he know what was going on in the room? She had a lot of questions to which she was sure she would never get the answers to.

She had met rude and arrogant people but no one liked them. He was a combination of rude and complicated. He was surely a handsome, tall, charismatic, and wealthy-looking guy. His eyes were of blue-ish grey color and his hair was ash brown. Although it was quite dark in the room where he helped her and outside the club, he could make out his features quite well. Besides, his eyes shone in the dark even more. He also looked to be a minimum of 6 feet. It would be a lie if she said she was not mesmerized by him for a moment outside the club when he ruined everything by saying ‘you should go home

He helped her, but he also did not forget to taunt her regarding her job. He was also glaring at her outfit—not ogling her like the driver did but glaring as in not like what she was wearing.

Strange! He had no right to judge her like that.

His good looks or wealth did not give him the right to go around and taunt other people. That was why she did not thank him. She felt bad, but she could not bring herself to tell him she was thankful for how he treated her.

She got out of the shower after changing into her pajamas. She lay down and closed her eyes when her stomach grumbled.

“Oh!” She remembered that she did not have dinner. She stood up grumpily and went to the kitchen to make herself some noodles. She was not in the mood for proper food.

She was scrolling through her phone and checking out her social media sites when she got a text from none other than the devil himself.

Her heart skipped a beat. She was afraid to open the text, but she had to. She tapped on the message with her beating heart.

“I will make you pay.”

So simple, yet so promising! She thought bitterly.

Thomas’s POV:

‘I can’t believe what just happened. That bastard!” He cursed while speeding up his car. He was furious to no end. He wanted more than just to break his nose. He knew Joe could not do anything against him even if he beat him up to a pulp. His grandfather had a powerful empire and tons of influential connections which Joe was aware of. What did not settle with him was the fact that he knew Joe was a piece of shit, but he did not know he would as far as to force himself upon someone.

He got shivers just thinking about what was about to happen if he did not intervene. He was a playboy, but he would never go against someone’s wishes and be a dickhead. Although he was never rejected by a girl before, he would not even think of something like that even if he was rejected.

He was surprised how he put up with him all those years of friendship. People called them buddies. He wanted to puke at the thought of it.

And that girl! She was indeed a beauty. He got the idea that she did not like the way he was directing her. The fact was that he did not know why he was being like that. When he saw her at Joe’s mercy, he felt a rush of anger. He did not want her to be alone on her own such late at night. Although she must have been used to taking care of herself, she had such an aura of innocence about her that he wanted to take care of her instead.

But she did not want his help. She did not even thank him!

“Why am I thinking about a stripper?” He shook his head trying to clear his thoughts. Somehow, it was making him uncomfortable that his precious thoughts were occupied by a mere stripper. She was an exotic beauty and there was no doubt about that, but there was still the fact that she was just a stripper and nothing more.

He grabbed his phone and quickly dialed a number.

“I want you now. Your place.” He said in a clipped tone without even greeting the other person.

“Hey. I am out at the club, Tom.” He sighed at the stupid nickname that she liked to call him despite his showing annoyance.

“I am coming to pick you up. Be ready.” He got the club’s address and ran his car in that direction. He was frustrated—sexually of course. He wanted someone.

He soon reached the club and called to tell her he was there. Just a few minutes later, she appeared out of the club looking ravishing. His member hardened.

She was this new girl he had met at the same club she was exiting at that moment. They met two weeks ago and they hit it off right away. He was not someone to date and be in long-term shit rather he preferred to spend time with different girls. He did not like to be with one person for more than a month.

She was sexy to no end. Her long legs made him feel like he was in heaven whenever they were wrapped around his waist. Her luscious mouth gave him ideas when he saw her biting her lips as she spotted him.

“Hi.” She greeted me seductively as she sat on the passenger’s seat. She crossed her legs making him take a peek at what she was wearing under her extremely short black dress. He could not control himself anymore.

He grabbed her head roughly and plastered his lips over hers trying to get rid of some of the frustration he felt, but it was not enough.

He left her lips and started his car speeding towards the direction of his house. He could not think straight as Tiffany kept caressing his upper thigh. She was indeed a tease.

They soon reached the house and the guard opened the gate for him. He parked his car on the porch and grabbed her hands to take her into his room.

His grandfather had left for a trip, so he was pretty sure he would not be there and he would have the space to do anything he liked. He had not spoken to him after the scene in the study when he urged him once again to take responsibility for the company.

As far as living with his grandfather was concerned, his grandpa did not like for him to live in some stupid apartment when he could live in a mansion. Sometimes, he felt suffocated but there was nothing he could do.

“Where is your room, baby?” He was snapped out of his thoughts when she held his arm and fluttered her eyelashes at him.

He closed the distance between them and kissed her lips biting on her lower lips. She let out a moan. He could not wait to take her to his room upstairs. He wanted to ravish her right there and then.

He was busy making her moan uncontrollably when he heard the sound of glass shattering.

“What the hell is happening in my house?” The voice reverberated against the walls of the vast and huge mansion. It was that powerful and angry.

He left her neck which he was sucking the hell out of and turned around to face a very angry old man who was throwing daggers at him with his eyes. He was embarrassed that his grandpa had seen him ravish a girl. He was shocked to find him there. He thought he would be out of the city.

He saw Tiffany from the corner of his eyes. She looked so scared glancing at the shattered glass on the floor and his aggressive grandpa.

“I had no idea you would be here.” He said scratching his head. He did not know what else to say.

“You thought I would not be home and you would be free to do whatever the hell you wanted. I have had enough. You have to decide now if you want to live in this house.” He barked going to his room for God knows what.

Thomas turned to Tiffany who was standing there looking confused and scared.

“You should go.” He told her with a sigh. She glanced at him and nodded leaving the house.

There go his plans!

James Walker came out of his room and threw a paper on his face. He was offended by his grandpa’s action, but he was in no position to argue.

“What is this?” He held the paper before it could fall on the floor after hitting his face.

“Read it.” He spat in the same manner.

Thomas sighed before reading the paper. His eyes widened the more he read. He could not believe his eyes.

“What the hell, grandpa?” He asked in shock.

“Mind your language. I will give you only time until tomorrow to decide. Whether you live here and enjoy every perk or leave my house without getting a penny. It is for you to decide. I cannot put up with your tantrums anymore.” He gave his final verdict and stormed off toward his room.

Thomas sat on the couch and grabbed his head in worry. He not only wanted him to take charge of the company but also find a bride and get married. He only had a month to do all that. Otherwise, he would be kicked out of the house without a penny and would not get anything from the property of his grandfather. He could not ignore the signature in bold letters meaning his grandpa meant business this time.

“How the hell would I be able to do both? I neither want to take charge nor get married. That too, within a month! Damn it!” He cursed out loud before hitting his head against the headrest.

He was basically fucked!