Only His

Chapter Seven

Aliyah

I hated last night, because of Kazimir. I was hoping he would go away soon. I wasn't sure if he would come back tonight or not. I needed to focus on something else besides him.

Tonight I was extra busy, it was Friday. All the married, single, broken hearted, pervy men and sometimes couples came out to watch. They all wanted something to do on a Friday night.

I moved my hips more and always gave them more of a show. I made more tips that way. I was sweeter and used my soft voice. I flirted with all the men as well. There was nothing I wouldn't do.

I walked back out from the dressing room and the music from the stage radiated through the room. I started to serve my tables again and putting all my money in my bra. Some in my waist as well.

I occasionally go back and put my money away. I did this for a while and I felt as if someone was watching me. I tried to ignore it, because everyone was watching me. All the girls in the club are always being watched.

I just couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. It made my skin antsy and my body alert. I searched the crowd for the person and I looked up at the banisters. I met those hazel brown green eyes that I was all too damn familiar with.

I stared up at him and he rested on the railing looking down at me. His face held no expression, but I made myself look away from him. I hurried to serve the table their drinks. I flirted with them just for a bit and one of them gave me a tip.

I had a feeling he was watching me and no, I didn't have a feeling. I knew he was watching me. I went to a different table and picked up the empty glasses and went to the bar. I waited around and there was this one guy flirting with me.

He tried touching me, but I always pushed his hand away. They knew the rules don't touch the strippers, but nobody ever listened to that. I have had my ass groped enough times and wanted to kill them. I just had to reign in my anger and bat my eyes.

I continued on and I saw no more of Kazimir. I didn't mind as it made me relax. I did stay extra flirty with the guys just in case. I took my break and went into the dressing room.

Megan was sitting at her place and she was putting on lipgloss. I put my money away and I went up behind her. She smiled at me in the mirror.

"Are you about to go on?" I ask.

"No, but niggas are calling," she grins.

"Sigh dick appointment," I shake.

"Something like that."

I moved away from her and she spun around in her chair. I took in her outfit, she was wearing a yellow bikini top it was partially see through. Rhinestones on the top and she was wearing a see through skirt, showing her yellow lingerie panty.

I nodded my head in approval and she got out her chair. She comes and sits next to me.

"Maybe you need some type of dick," she suggested.

"I do."

"Come on, let's find some for you."

She gets up and she takes my hand pulling me up.

"No, Megan I'm not going to fuck any of those men out there."

"You're a liar, get up."

I groaned and stood up. She interlocked our fingers and we went out. She pulled me along to the bar and we got drinks. I took a shot and the liquid burned my tongue. Someone was next to me and I looked at dark-skinned nigga next to me.

He had a fade and it was a fresh cut. A black shirt with a silver chain. Tattoos covered his arms and this was my type nigga. He flashed me a smile and he had caps in.

"Hey, pretty lady," he says.

"Hey."

I looked over his features and he had thick lips. Nice kissable thick lips that were two different colors. Pink on bottom and brown on top. Dark brown eyes and smooth skin. He leaned in closer to me, but not to kiss. Just to add a closeness to us.

We talked for a bit and we flirted for a while. I played with his chain at some point and I pulled him to me. The guy paused for a second and looked behind me. I didn't care about what was behind me, because I didn't hear anyone behind me.

"Yo," Eddie said.

I looked behind me and the familiar scent of Kazimir hit my nose. I was looking at his chest and I looked up. His eyes glared at the man, then at me. Fury blazed in his eyes and I released the guy.

"I should p-."

He stopped his words as his pocket vibrated. He ignored his phone and looked down at me. He was mad about what? I was talking to a customer? He leaned down closer to me, he gently pushed my hair back, his lips close to my ears.

"You play a dangerous game," he whispered.

"This is not a game," I say.

He lifts his head and he stares in my eyes. My heart hammered in my chest at the anger in my face. The possessiveness he had towards me. He barely knew me and he didn't know who I really was.

"You're right, it's not."

He looked down at me as if he was trying to analyze me, figure me out from one look. His eyes went over my face and I couldn't understand him. Why was he being like this?

"Kazimir."

"Yes."

I searched his eyes for a signal emotion, but I couldn't read him. The lighting in the club shielded his face, but his eyes.

"What do you want from me?" I ask.

He tilted his head slightly, but before he could answer that. I saw Mikhail, I think his name was stepping close to him. I had heard one of the other guys calling him that yesterday. He was and seemed to be Kazimir's main bodyguard. This must be about his phone ringing earlier.

"Boss," Mikhail says.

Kazimir doesn't take his attention off me, but I looked at Mikhail. He continues to keep his focus on me.

"We have a problem and you're needed at the warehouse."

He looked in Mikhail's direction and I wondered what the problem was. It wasn't any of my business and maybe it was my cue to go. I slowly turned around.

"Go and change, you're coming with me," he ordered.

"I'm working," I argue.

"Not anymore."

I know he couldn't take me seriously as I was basically naked. His eyes lingered on my body and I felt exposed to him. His eyes undressed me as if he was fucking me and I turned around. I was going to have to change.

I went back into the dressing room and I went straight to my locker. I got my bag out and I went to the private bathrooms. I changed into my leggings and my black shirt. I quickly tied it back, so it fit snug on my body.

I brushed out my hair and I tied it back into a ponytail. I got a hoodie and I put it on, zipping it up. I had no clue why Kazimir wanted me to go with him, but if I go maybe I can find something out.

At the same time I didn't want to expose myself to him. If I exposed myself to him, I don't know what he would do. At the same time maybe I could use his attraction to me as his advantage. Kazimir what do you possibly want from me?