CHAPTER 6

Alessandro's POV

All has been going great in my club up to this point. I surmise that implies the new server hasn't wrecked anything. I haven't seen her yet however I'm certain I will soon.

"Hello, brother. Apricot was inquiring of your whereabouts." Luca says as he plunks down close to me in the VIP area.

I feign exacerbation while taking a taste of my bourbon, "Her butt generally assumes that she's my damn sweetheart or somebody valuable to me."

Luca giggles and slaps me on the back, "Indeed, you really do call her consistently.

It's your own fault."

"Definitely, for a speedy lay and in light of the fact that she's great with her mouth when she isn't talking. If I planned to have a sweetheart, it most certainly wouldn't be her. She might be a decent fuck however she's irritating and too damn demanding.

Can you remember what she did when she strolled in on me fucking that lady a day or two ago?" I remind him, looking as he flinches at the memory.

"Gee... Definitely, you're correct." He reclines in his seat and stretches his arms behind his head. "In any case, I'm almost certain she said she would be sitting tight for you in your office."

My head snaps toward him, "Are you fucking messing with me? And why did you just let her go?"

"Hello, man." He holds his hands up in give up. "I'm not her damn sitter."

I let out a profound moan and stand up heading straight toward my office. At the point when I stroll in, my look in a split second terrains on Apricot, who is perched in front of me in her small ass work uniform.

"Hello handsome. Took you sufficiently long." She says with a sneer.

I shut the door behind me and approach her while talking in a bothered voice, "What the fuck did I say regarding you coming into my office without my consent?"

She fluttered her phony eyelashes at me and put her hand over my dick through my jeans, "Please accept my apologies. I just missed you, darling."

"Quit fucking addressing me that way." I tell her as I hold her wrist firmly in my grasp.

She delicately rubs my dick which is starting to get hard. I pull her down from the work area, turn her around, lift her skirt and twist her over my large table.

After we were finished and  I’m just pulling up my jeans, I hear the sound of glass breaking and somebody hollering "Fuck, you moronic bitch!! What on earth is the matter with you?!"

Could it be said that you are fucking messing with me?

I open my office door, held Apricot who looks pretty much ready for another round, and pushed her out. Then, at that point, I shut the door behind me and advanced towards the small group that has formed close to the bar.

I stop when I arrive and fold my arms over my chest. My eyes land on Dario and I see him scouring his head with glass spread around his feet.

Then, at that point, I thoroughly search before me and see a lady strolling in reverse towards me. She immediately stops when she hits my chest, then she slowly turns around gradually, admiring my face. I'm stunned briefly when I see her.

She's undeniably the most beautiful lady I have at any point in my life laid my eyes upon. She's wearing next to no make up... practically none. Her long hair streams straight down her back and her emerald green eyes gaze directly into mine. Her lips are somewhat separated, painted with bare lipstick.

Damn, I simply need to snatch her face and crush my lips onto hers. I need to taste her mouth and each and every inch of her body. We both simply gaze at one another, not letting out the slightest peep. I understand that everybody is looking at us and I'm almost certain this lady is the person who broke that bottle on Dario's head.

She may be delightful however I'm as yet the Boss and proprietor of this spot. I likewise can't stand it when individuals make a damn wreck and scene in my club.

Being the first to end the quietness, I ask her, "What the hell do you think you're doing starting a fight in my club?"

Della's POV

I squint two or multiple times subsequent to hearing his question. I won't remain here and lie to myself. This dashingly handsome man before me really frightened me with his scary figure.

His presence alone exudes authority. He could stroll into a room and everyone's eyes would in a split second be on him... precisely the same way that they all are at this moment.

In any case, when he spoke and unexpectedly accused me of being the one beginning anything in his club, rage took the better of me.

I gripped my clench hands, squared my shoulders, held my head up, and gazed him straight in the eyes, not believing he should feel that he has control over me.

"Me? You believe I'm the person who began this crap?" Upset, I point a finger in the direction of the moron who just assaulted me. "This piece of shit was the person who would have rather not let me be. On the chance that this is actually your club, you ought to improve in the area of watching out for things."

It got much calmer around us assuming that was even conceivable. He drew nearer to my face and squinted his eyes at me while saying, "Watch your fucking tone. Do you know who you're talking to?"

Hell... no, yet I'm thinking you should be influential her as everybody looks terrified at his presence. I felt an entirely different rush of dread wash over me however I wasn't going to allow him to see that.

Getting comfortable with myself once more, I answer in a thoughtless tone, "Based on the fact that you mentioned that this is your club, I will accept for the time being that you're my Boss yet right now, I don't care a whole lot. You should protect your workers. I just barely started working here seven days ago. Imagine a scenario where that damn sick person would've attempted to force himself on me."

He raises an eyebrow and peers down at me for some time with no feeling before he inquires, "So you're the new server, well? Dario could never have attempted to force himself on you. Likewise, you ought to care who you're talking with. I could make your life a living hell at the snap of my fingers."

"Are you calling me a liar?" I ask him in dismay with my arms folded over my chest.

He cocks his head aside, "No, I'm not. What I'm talking about is-"

I put a hand up to prevent him from completing his sentence, "Guess what? Makes no difference either way... I couldn't care less. I'm leaving."

I turn around suddenly and stroll through the horde of individuals to escape the club. In the parking space, I take out my keys and open my vehicle. Just as I opened my car door, an inked hand pushed it back shut immediately

.

I rapidly twirl around, just to be confronted with the hot man from inside the club. All things considered, I surmise I ought to quit calling him that since it is obvious he is my boss.

"Where are you going?" He asks me as he puts his arms on one or the other side of me, leaving me stuck between my vehicle and his body.

I raise one of my eyebrows, "Excuse me?"

He slants his head to the side a little and says, "I'm almost certain you heard me."

I laugh at him, "Definitely and I'm almost certain you heard me when I said that I'm leaving."

He eyes me all over as he says, "You disregarded me back there before that large number of individuals."

"Sounds like a you have an issue with that." I tell him. Can he just let me be so I can return home right now?

Sliding one of his hands up my thigh, he stops just underneath my butt and crushes my skin delicately before speaking in a calm voice, "I should deal with you."

I pause my breathing as goosebumps spread all through my whole body. His hand warmed up my skin regardless of the cool wind of the evening.

"Every other person wouldn't think for even a second to address me the way that you did." He says, his voice low and imposing.

Gazing upward at him, my temples wrinkle and I tell him, "I can't help thinking that you just got excessively familiar with having control over others."

He keeps quiet for several seconds before answering with a sneer, "You actually have twenty minutes left of your shift."

"Does it seem as though I give it a second thought?" I ask him in an irritated tone.

"Go ahead and fire me. Just incase you treat every one of your employees in that manner in which you treated me after they get harassed in your club, then at this point, I'd prefer to find a job elsewhere."

An entertained demeanor moved quickly over his face, "Who said I planned to fire you? All I said was that you have twenty minutes before you could leave."

"The club won't crash and burn if I leave twenty minutes ahead of schedule.

Furthermore, I have better places to be at this moment." I tell him, not having any desire to be here any longer. I've gone through a great deal however it doesn't imply that I'm fine with getting pestered.

He inclines in nearer to me and moves his mouth approach my ear prior to talking in a low and imposing voice, "And where might those preferable spots be other than at my club with me?"

Damn, his cologne smells wonderful. A shudder runs up my spine as his mint and bourbon breath hits my skin. I make a sound as if to speak and say, "That is none of your business."

He returns his face straightforwardly before mine and I peer down. He snatches my jaw delicately and lifts my face back up, making me look into his eyes. He draws his body nearer, leaving scarcely any space between us.

At the point when he talked once more, his voice was low and profound, "I'll see you tomorrow, il mio amore."

I let out an unsteady breath and watch as he makes a stride back, pivots, and strolls once more into the club. I shake my head and flicker multiple times before opening my vehicle door once more and getting in.

The whole way home, my head was loaded up with thoughts of my boss yet when I strolled through the entryway of my loft, those thoughts disappeared and the main individual at the forefront of my thoughts was my sweet bubbles.