INSATIABLE (Complete)

Chapter 2

Nursing his whiskey neat up on the VIP section of his club Les Insatiables, Henri had the perfect view of his new found obsession without her noticing him.

She was exquisite. Every man's dream and she either didn't know about it, or did and absolutely hated it.

She looked up at his direction as if sensing his gaze, and for a  brief moment his breath was caught in his throat, and he stopped swiveling his glass.

But it looked like she was just looking around.

For good reasons too. It was  a Friday night and the place was just hosting couples...just couples.

It was an absolutely demented move. He was a business man and loved money just as much as the next guy. But right now, he had instructed his bouncers outside to only let couples in.

Tonight, no way in hell will he watch her use his club to get laid by anyone else but him.

He scratches the back his hair with his free hand and shake his head at himself.

What has gotten into him. He was Mr. Control. He prides himself of being always the logical, level headed one in every room he walked in.

And yet here he was.

There was something about her that more than intrigued him.

Besides her obvious beauty, it was the look in her eyes as she walked into the club. The way she would sigh as she sat down at the bar as if she was here to complete a chore. It was the fact that in all the weeks she had been coming here, not once as she bought or let anyone buy her any alcoholic beverages... But tonight she asked for one.

She'd usually just drink her club soda, pick a guy and leave.

He got to talk to a couple of those guys, those bastards had no qualms about describing their exploits.

Yes they got off, but one thing they all had in common was the wished that she'd let them touch her beyond just fucking her.

There was no foreplay, kissing or touching involved. And if they didn't follow her rules they paid the consequences. As one of them cried to him with a broken nose and sore balls.

She really nailed him.

He had fondled her breasts in the middle of the act and she just reacted instantly by punching him in the nose and kick him in his balls.

She was a mystery, a broken masterpiece he was determined to figure out.

He gestured to one of his servers and asked him to go down and offer her to come up here to the vip section.

He watched the interaction from above.

She looked perplexed for a bit. Looked around, sighed and nodded yes.

As she ascended the stairs, his heart started pounding in his chest startling him. He is not a man used to getting nervous. It was both thrilling yet terrifying.

He pulls out his phone pretending to be real busy while sipping on his drink.

She reached her destination, and he could feel her hesitation. Perhaps she wasn't expecting anyone to be up here. The server had told her after all that it was empty and she could just relax up there.

The ambiance up here was definitely more...grown up she thought.

She quickly noticed in one of the couches sat a man...

And oh my, what.A.Man he was!

He looked like he was just unwinding after a long day of work.

His tie was loose around his neck, his jacket neatly placed on the armchair of the couch he was sitting on. Broad shoulders, chiseled jaw, his jet black hair slick back. It was long but tied up, resting on the nape of his neck, his forehead kissed by a rebellious loose curl.