The Don's Possession

CHAPTER 1

Rose Becker sighed for the umpteenth time as she checked herself out within the replicate. Guilt squeezed her heart tight, however there was nothing she could do. What should she do?

She had performed this endless times, yet the guilt remained; she couldn't shake it off.

She knew being a stripper was not anything to be pleased with, but she lived in a cruel world wherein no person cared about absolutely everyone. The only language all and sundry understood is money and she or he has learnt to simply accept that fact when you consider that she turned into 12.

Her dad and mom died in a car accident and her aunt and cousins kicked her and her little sister out in their family house. She was surviving on her own ever seeing that. She would not care what the arena thinks about her; a few might call her filthy however she would not think.

Her cellphone began ringing and he or she checked the caller identity: "Chain" became displayed.

Rose cleared her throat before answering the decision.

"We have a very vital guest tonight. don't screw this up, or you're dead. He is our richest patron up to now, and that's why we're giving him the satisfaction. don't make me regret no longer giving the process to Ashley", came the gruff voice from the opposite cease, and he hung up right now.

Rose scoffed and needed to restrain herself from smashing the phone. Ashley Stone became her primary rival, and that they were usually at every different throats.

She changed into the nice stripper at Dynasty club and Ashley came 2nd. They provided exceptional services to men of better society. The satisfactory strippers were sent to satisfy these men and were paid handsomely. Rose turned into one of these strippers.

The exceptional component turned into that she continually wore her masks, so nobody may want to perceive her.

She took out a white can from her bag, which contained slumbering pills. She has never had sex with any of these men. She slips the tablet into their beverages and they doze off until daybreak. she certainly turned into a pure virgin. The boss would not understand approximately this; most effectively her exceptional buddy, Ariel, changed into awareness.

She slipped the small bottle into her pocket and she placed on her masks, it changed into go time.

She wore a white crop pinnacle that uncovered her cleavage and black jean shorts. Her narrow body is to die for, and she turned fantastically endowed. Her long black silk hair was tied in a ponytail, reaching her waist.

She could not wait to get the night time's paintings over with so she should go back to her ill sister, Jennie. She had Leukemia, and she or he turned into the purpose Rose labored so difficult, to cover her health center payments. Rose became geared up to promote her soul, enthusiastic about the sake of her little sister.

"Jayz!" a young man yelled, that changed into Rose's name inside the club; nobody knew her actual call.

Rose rolled her eyes and stopped taking walks.

"Are you going for some other task tonight?" Simon asked.

What a silly question, Rose scoffed and didn't hassle to answer earlier than taking walks away. She knew Simon had a weigh down on her; he was constantly unhappy every time she went out for jobs like those. Rose wished he would go away by himself; she wanted everybody to.

She reached the room wherein she changed into imagining to meet the person she turned into speculated to be a carrier, Rose nearly threw up just thinking about it. Most of the guys were antique enough to be her grandfather, she became just lucky she turned into clever enough to apply snoozing capsules.

The grand, costly room became pretty empty. in which was he? Did he…die or something? properly, that would be an alleviation due to the fact it'd store her from pressure.

The manner the men ogled at her constantly made her pores and skin crawl; they had been all shameless. She changed into sure this one could be a chunk of cake. She sat at the bed,crossed her legs and exuded natural self assurance. guys have been like her toys; they continually got here crawling to her, making her task easier.

The door to the restroom unexpectedly opened, and Rose's eyes almost popped as the determination emerged. He became bare-chested, revealing his well-constructed top body, embellished with numerous tattoos. A white towel hung loosely on his waist, and he turned extraordinarily tall. He had gold eyes, a pointy jaw, and his silky ink-black hair fell over his temple.

Rose concluded that his appearance could place any god to disgrace and, for the primary time, she became the only doing the ogling. Who exactly turned into this guy? She had seen many guys, but none impressed or were interested in her. Why turned into him differently?

He walked past her as if she were just one of the pieces of furniture inside the room, leaving Rose shocked. No guy had ever not noted her earlier than, what the hell?

He walked toward the window, grabbed a stick of weed from one of the tables, lit it, and started smoking.

Rose becomes absolutely purple from embarrassment. For the primary time, she understood how unsightly human beings need to experience. She had never been neglected by way of any guy earlier than. They begged for her interest. Even the masks she wore could not disguise her beauty;her frame became to die for and this guy…..rattling.

Rose couldn't manage the reality that he was genuinely ignoring her. She decided to leave and face anything punishment her boss would provide her. If he wasn't shocked by her splendor, could he allow her to touch him? She needed to seduce him some way to give him the tablet, however might that be paintings? Rose figured it was quiet now before she landed in an intricate situation.

Rose stood up from the bed and become approximately to depart when she ultimately heard him communicate in a easy, bass voice that would make any woman's head spin- except hers.

"Are you leaving already?" He asked in a bored tone.

vanity, electricity, elegance, they all exuded from him, and his query nearly left Rose tongue-tied. She became right here to service him, and he or she would be leaving without doing her process. Her boss would possibly do away with her; he did not assume two times earlier than killing offenders- after all, he was a mafia boss.

Rose shook her head, this became the element where each guy started begging for her contact. He changed into simply playing tough to get, after all. Rose nearly snickered however held herself returned, though a smiJA shaped on her lips. Her smiJA vanished absolutely along with his next phrases.

"Get on the fucking mattress and strip" he stated in a commanding tone, and Rose's blood iced up. Did he simply…command her???