Inevitable

Chapter 6

Anna Delaney

When I got home last night, I was still in shock. I still can't believe that I talked to my boss like that. Sure, he may be a jerk but who was I to put him in his place? He is one of the most powerful men in America and I decided to piss him off. I am not scared of him like he wants me to be but I sure am mad at myself. Why couldn't I just keep my mouth shut?

I got ready and quickly made my way to the office as I had a lot of work to do courtesy of Mr. King. What really gets to me is the fact that he uses his influence and money to hurt people rather than help others. His abuse of power is what makes me hate this man rather than adore him like all the other women in New York. If it was not for the stupid contract forcing me to work for this man, I would have been long gone by now.

I was in the zone getting work done when all of a sudden my music was interrupted. Nat was trying to facetime me so I quickly denied the call and resumed my work but she would not stop calling so I finally answered. "Nat, I'm at work. This better be important," I said as I held the phone in between my shoulder and ear while I sorted through paperwork.

"I promise it's important. Tonight, my friends and I are going to-"

"I am sorry for cutting you off but I do not have time to go out tonight, I have so much work to do Nat."

"But we are going to "Sapphire" Anna!"

"Wait, are you kidding?"

"I am not kidding! I swear. Come on, please try and make some time. I am sure Damon's feet can be rubbed after you party at the hottest club in New York!"

"Okay, I will try to make it. No promises though."

"Yes! Oh my god, this is going to be so much fun. Okay, I gotta go and get you an outfit." Before I could tell her not to, she hung up and was probably halfway to the store by now. 

I continued my work and then went out to get lunch for the man who claimed to make my life a living hell. As if it was not a living hell working for this man. Surprisingly, there was no conflict with Damon. He did not insult me or call me any names, it was almost as if he never promised to ruin my life.

When I went to let Damon know that I was leaving for the day, he wasn't there. He must have left early or had a secret meeting.  I finally finished all my work for the day and was able to leave by seven which was pretty impressive for me.

***

"Nat. I would love to come but I have a morning shift at 4 in the morning. There is no way I can come with you guys," Brielle said as I walked into the apartment.

"Just come for an hour tops. Please Brielle."

"Another time, I promise."

"Okay, okay fine. At least I get to doll up Anna. Come on, I got you the perfect dress and I have so many ideas for how to do your hair," Natasha said, dragging me to my room. 

On my bed, was a gorgeous black dress. I immediately tried it on and it fit perfectly. It had spaghetti straps but thicker than last time and had a deep v cut exposing the sides of my breasts. It was a tight fitting dress exposing my figure and necklaces drooped down my sternum in between my breasts.

"I love this dress Nat. Thank you!"

"Oh, you do not need to thank me. Remember we are sisters, this is what we do for each other."

"Of course," I said and went in for a hug with her. "But since you picked the dress, I get to do my hair the way I want to."

"Oh come on! A bun would look so cute!"

"Nope. Last time I had a bun, you made fun of it the whole time."

"I remember that, but in my defense, that was a terrible bun." I laughed and then proceeded to get the curling iron to do my hair. Nat went to go do her hair as well leaving me with some alone time to listen to music and get ready. We said goodbye to Brielle and then got into the limo. Nat insisted we take one since the club was on a higher end of the social scale in the city.

When we arrived, the limo pulled into the circle drop off lane of the club where the name of the club was lit up in blue. 

The inside was mesmerizing and addicting. There were pole dancers dancing, not as strippers, but as a form of art. The dance floor was packed and the VIP sections were towering over the club in the upstairs region of the club. There was a leather couch stretching across the section with a giant rectangular table directly in front of the couch.

"Let's go to the bar, my friends are running late," Natasha said and we walked over and took a seat on the stool.

"I got you sis," she said and handed me a drink and then proceeded to pick up her phone. "They're here, let's go to the VIP section," she said and then pulled me off the stool. When we got to the lounge area, she screamed, "Issac! Lana! Ugh, I missed you two! Brielle and Anna do not know how to party," she said as she went in to hug them.

"Oh stop! That is cause we have jobs Nat," I retorted back sarcastically. 

We all sat down and made a bit of small talk. When a bartender came to our section to ask for our drinks, a man interrupted my order and decided to order for me.

"She will have 2 vodka shots," a deep voice ordered. The man was wearing a grey suit with a white button up which showcased his gorgeous muscles that could make any girl drool. His white shirt was tucked into his tight pants which highlighted his crotch region. I wonder how big his... but I stopped myself before completing my thought. His brown eyes followed me while he walked over to sit down next to Isaac on the couch. And just like that, butterflies erupted in my stomach, I started getting hotter, and I couldn't stop the sexual desire for Damon from pooling my every thought.

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