Making Her Mine

Axel

The lights in the private lounge were dim, with low music playing from the speakers—slow, heavy beats that matched the rhythm of the pole dancer swaying gracefully in front of me.

Ginger.

She was one of my special girls, one who knew exactly how to move her body to please me. Her long, wavy hair fell over her shoulders as she twirled around the pole, her toned legs wrapping around it before she slid down slowly, her eyes locked on mine.

Normally, I would’ve enjoyed this sight, but tonight, I felt nothing. Nothing but irritation.

I leaned back on the couch, a cigar burning between my fingers, my expression cold and distant. Ginger noticed. She realized I wasn’t watching her the way I usually did. She bent lower, sliding her hand down her body.

“Stop,” I said flatly.

She blinked, confused for a second. But she wasn’t one to give up easily. She smirked, got up, and started moving again, this time even more daring. She unzipped her short black outfit halfway down, exposing more skin.

She ran her fingers through her hair and gave me a wild smile. “Maybe this will help,” she said and spun around, pressing her body against mine.

I didn’t even blink.

That was it. I stood up abruptly, grabbed a wad of cash from the table, and tossed it at her.

“Take it and leave.”

Her eyes widened. “What’s wrong with you tonight, boss?” she asked softly. “You…”

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” I said icily.

Ginger clenched her jaw, straightened her clothes, and walked out.

The room felt lighter once she was gone. I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling deeply before walking to the mini bar. I poured myself a shot of whiskey and downed it in one gulp, the liquid burning its way down my throat.

But even the burn didn’t distract me.

My thoughts… damn them… went straight back to her.

To Olivia.

The moment her name crossed my mind, I felt something twist in my chest. I could still see her; those soft eyes, that teasing smile she gave me that night. The way she had walked toward me so confidently, looking both innocent and dangerously tempting.

She had been so wild in my arms. Every single movement, every breath, every sound she made… it was burned into my memory. I could still remember how she curled her legs around my waist, moaning loudly as I pounded her. Her moans were like sweet music to my ears.

That memory alone was enough to get my body to react. “Damn it!”

I poured another drink. This time, I didn’t sip but swallowed it whole. The alcohol didn’t help. The images were too clear, too real.

I never thought I’d see her again. Not after that beautiful night.

The moment I saw her again, everything froze. She looked different… mature, but even more beautiful. Her eyes still had that same softness, but there was a spark there… something defiant that I wanted to tame.

I didn't even know why I blurted that offer to her like that… no sugar coating it whatsoever. It just seemed like my heart spoke before my head could process it.

And when she spoke, I could feel her anger toward me. Then she slapped me and rejected my offer. In front of everyone.

An offer any woman would be dying to have… Olivia rejected it without a second thought.

And somehow, that only made me want her more. I knew right then that I didn’t just want her… I needed to possess her, to make her completely mine this time.

I wanted to see that wild desire in her eyes again—to beg, to look at me the way she once did that night. I slammed the empty glass onto the counter, then turned toward the door.

“Derek!” I called out.

Within seconds, he appeared.

“Get Ted here,” I said curtly.

“Yes, boss.”

Derek disappeared. I stayed there, staring out at the city lights through the glass balcony doors. A few minutes later, there was a knock.

“Come in.”

Derek entered first, followed by Ted, one of my loyal staff working in the club.

“Boss,” he greeted, bowing slightly.

I motioned for him to sit, but he didn’t. Smart choice.

“You were at the club the night Olivia came, right?” I asked.

Ted blinked in surprise. “Uh…”

“You know exactly who and what I’m talking about,” I said sharply. “Don't waste my time.”

He immediately nodded. “Yes, boss. I was.”

“You brought her and her friend here?”

He hesitated, his eyes flicking toward Derek, then back to me. “Yes, boss. I… I did. She's my girlfriend’s best friend.”

I nodded. “Tell me everything you know about her. Family. Work. Where she lives. I want it all.”

Jerry frowned in confusion. “Boss, is… is there a problem?”

My stare was enough to shut him up.

He swallowed hard and began talking. Bit by bit, the information came out; where Olivia worked, her family, modest background, the kind of life she lived now. Simple, quiet, too ordinary for a woman like her.

As I listened, I started to smile.

By the time Ted finished, the picture of her life was complete in my mind, and an idea began to form. A bold one.

“Interesting,” I said finally, swirling the glass in my hand. “You did well, Ted.”

He looked startled but pleased. “Thank you, boss.”

I turned to Derek. “You already know what to do.”

“Yes, boss.” Derek’s expression didn’t change, but his eyes shone with understanding.

“Take him with you,” I added, nodding toward Ted. “Make sure everything is handled quietly.”

“Yes, boss.”

Derek gestured for Ted to follow, and they both exited the room.

Once they were gone, I walked back to the bar and poured another drink. I took a slow sip this time, enjoying the burn.

The thought of Olivia lying in my arms again—her soft skin, her trembling breath—made my blood race. The idea that she was out there after rejecting me only made the chase more exciting.

A slow, mischievous smile spread across my face.

“Olivia Brooks…” I said under my breath. “You’re mine.”

The words echoed softly in the empty room.

Outside, thunder rumbled faintly, and the rain began to fall against the glass. I didn’t move. I just stood there, letting the moment sink in. Because deep down, I already knew… whatever it took, however long it would take… I was going to have her again.

Not by chance.

By choice.

By my choice.

And this time, she wouldn’t escape me.