Only His

Chapter One

Aliyah

I sat in the chair and looked around the office. The office back wall was made of large panels that were a dark brown color, with the other side of the walls being made from brick. A mid level light hung from the ceiling over the desk with three lights. The lamp was a dark brown rich color that fitted the back wall.

The desk was polished with a light brown wood that was a perfect contrast to the colors of the wood. The chairs were a simple black that added a base color to the room. I could tell that this guy must love the color brown as even the blinds for the window were a shade of brown.

I looked at the man infront of me, looking at his lips as his words passed through my brain. I wasn't focusing on the conversation with the man. He wasn't really paying me any attention, he was mostly focusing on my breast. I wanted the conversation to be over more than anything.

I wanted to go home and wrap up in my blankets. Put on a Tv show and smoke a blunt. Letting that be the perfect way to end the day for me. I let my gaze land on the man in front of me.

"So when can I start?"

"You can start tomorrow night, where the girls can show up and youu around, be here at six." He grinned.

I give him a slight nod and left the office not wanting to be in the same space as him. He was going to be my boss and it only looked like I would be getting harassed by him.

I signed up for this, so I'm just going to have to deal with it. If I have to break a few fingers then fine. I passed the men in the club without even looking up.

I bump into a hard chest and get ready to feel the hard floor against my ass. Instead, I feel someone wrap their hands around my waist, steadying me from falling. I look up and see a pair of hazel eyes. The mix of golden brown and small specks of green was so beautiful. His scent invaded my nose and he smelt nice, better than most men.

I stared into his eyes, they were so mesmerizing. His arms secured my waist and he held my body up. I roam my eyes over his face. He had a perfect jawline, with a slight stubble. My eyes moved to his lips, they were pink and looked soft.

I look back up meeting his eyes. He was handsome, a very fine specimen to look at. Something about him seemed familiar to me though, but I couldn't tell. The lighting shaded his face, not being able to see all his features. His hands stayed on my waist and I looked down.

Why is he still holding onto me? I eased his hands off my hips. I slightly brushed myself off. I was going to walk away, but as I was he grabbed my arm gently.

"Most would say thank you," he spoke.

His voice was deep and thick, an accent laced his voice. His accent was heavy and it made my insides flutter. I would have this man talk dirty to me, wherever he was from. I need to snap out of it.

I shrugged him off, but he had made a valid point. I didn't even say thank you to him. It was because I just wanted to get out of here.

"Thank you," I said.

"You're welcome," He smirked.

I looked behind him and I noticed that a few guys were behind him. I expected them to walk past him, but it was like they were protecting him.

I stared at the men behind him and back at him. Who the fuck is he? I know this club had ties to the Mexican cartel, but that's it. This man in front of me is clearly European. He isn't Spanish, unless they're doing business with Europeans now.

Fuck me and fuck this whole thing.

"Go into the office and wait there," He orders

The moment he spoke and parts of those words translated in my head. They were familiar and it occurred to me. He was fucking Russian. The man in front of me was Russian. His men moved and went to Ivan's office.