CHAPTER 5

VALERIA POV

"Which song would you like me to play?" I asked, rubbing my ass cheeks on his erection. He groaned and I arched my back.

A small smile graced the corner of my lips when his member suddenly twitched underneath me. I didn't come because of the money he offered but I was just curious about why he kept coming to my dream.

Why is he haunting me?

And why do I have a feeling that he is hiding something?

"In the dark alley by Sol Ryan," He said in a low whisper and I realized he just answered my question.

I flick my fingers and the music began to play slowly in the background. I closed my eyes and began to move freely on his lap. He still has that same expression on his face but he is watching me.

Paying every little detail attention to him and I try everything possible to check for the mark on his body.

"They have it in their body. That viper mark" I remember Eleanor's words because she also spotted one but since I have decided to start working here, I haven't spotted anything.

I would have given up if Eleanor didn't see it herself and this was what kept me going.

Suddenly, I felt his hand grab my waist in the heat of the moment. As much as I decided to do this dance for him, he doesn't have the right to touch me that way unless he has to pay more but I am not even here for his money.

I tried to shove off his hand but he didn't let me. When I tried to look into his face to explain the rules to him, his forefinger fell on my lips and I swallowed hard.

"You are trying to get to me, aren't you?" he asked in a strained voice as if he was finding it hard to leave.

"If you want to touch me, then you would allow me to do the same," I said and placed my hand on his chest, straddling him against the chair.

He let out a low groan and pride swell inside him. If I had to, I would bring him to his knees and make him succumb. But then, I only need to take off his shirt and everything will be bare in front of me.

"You have a great body," I said and let my hands trace the smoothness of his chest.

However, the moment I unbuttoned the first button of his shirt, his demeanour changed and I felt a slight push.

His hand was no longer on my waist. Instead, he changed our position and I was actually underneath him.

My eyes widened in shock. Despite the mask covering my face. I could feel his hot breath on my face.

Is he fuming in anger, or am I the one being delusional here?

"How much do I need to pay you if I need to fuck you right here?" He asked and my jaw dropped in shock.

He is rude and unfiltered with his words and it actually fueled my anger. I didn't expect him to talk brazenly like that.

"I am only here to dance for you and leave. You aren't supposed to touch me" I said with a surprised calmness because right now, I am beyond pissed to talk right here.

A piece of my mind right now will actually let him leave this place but the boss shouldn't hear about this. Not after he paid a huge amount of money to be here.

This is not the first time a client has made sexual advances towards me but I thought he would be different. Since they all said he doesn't like being touched, I already expected to dance by the pole alone but who knows? He is just like every other person.

He chuckled and the sound felt dark yet soothing in the air.

"I will pay you triple. Aren't you all a little slut? Dancing in front of men to satisfy their sexual urges and all." He said and my mouth fell open.

Wait.

Did he just call me a slut?

Talk about being rude, I wasn't wrong about him earlier. I have dealt with clients like him but I never expected him to even be worse than them.

I tried to push him off of me but the situation only got worse. He changed in our position and my back was actually flat against the couch. His large hand caught my two hands above my head, holding it captive while my two legs were raised in the air.

My breast glared stubbornly at his chest while my eyes shot daggers at him. If looks could kill, he would be six feet in the ground right now.

"I'm intrigued to see you trying to break free." He said enjoying my plight. For someone who was said to be undeniably quiet, he is quite a chatty type.

"This is not allowed in the club, X. If you want me to satisfy you then you have got the wrong person," I said with gritted teeth because it's no longer funny right now.

"And to answer you," I said and his eyes narrowed. I can't even tell if he is looking at me just by looking at his eyes alone because of the silver mask.

"You shouldn't have come to the club in the first place and if you were expecting a saint woman. You shouldn't have bothered coming to a place bustling with slut and yet you claim you aren't one." I said without holding back and then, he moved his head closer, his lips almost touching mine.

"Which is why I expect you to act like the slut you are. Agree to my terms and I will triple the money," he said and I wondered if he was even listening to me at all.

I don't know how I managed to get one of my hands off or should I say he actually let one of my hands go.

Slap.

I couldn't even control my hands but I actually slapped him across the face.

"I hope we don't cross paths again X. I only have ten minutes to use here with you and your time is up”