His Possessive Pursue (18+)

Chapter One

Chapter One

"Valentina, he's asking for you. Again," Jen says to me through the loud music.

It's Friday night and Devil's Den is jammed pack with horny, drunk patrons trying to find a one-night stand, or comfort in a shot of tequila. I'm busy pouring vodka and tequila and making people's orders. "Tell him to not bother me, just for tonight."

Jen clicks her tongue and laughs, "Say that to him yourself!"

I groan in defeat, dropping the glass in my hand with a sigh and march upstairs. Of course, being the owner of the club has its perks, because every time he's here – which is all the time – he always reserves the whole VIP floor to himself and his entourage.

This is my last day at work. I should at least finish this shift in peace. There he is, sitting on the leather sofa as if he's the freaking king or something. Roman De Luca. He's someone you picture when you think of a devilishly handsome Greek God. Tall, dark-haired man with a chiseled body that can makes you trembled at your knees, eyes that can see right through your soul, and a voice that make your panties wet. He resonates power and money, two things that never got along with me.

There are girls sitting beside him, practically drape across his lap, both trying to get attention to no avail. He's sipping the best gin in the house, one of many boss' perks. As if sensing my presence, he whips his head at me, a grin tug at the corners of his kissable lips. He beckons me with his index finger while those girls watch, humiliation seared through my body like flames.

"Tell me what you want, Roman and you better make it fast. You should know better than to summon me on a Saturday night. I can't leave other bartenders tending the bar on their own," I say monotonously.

From the moment he laid his striking blue eyes on me two months ago, when I first started here, he's been taking advantage as the boss to do as he pleased and annoyed the hell out of me.

2 months ago

I stood in front of the Devil's Den, a high-class club, and stared at the entrance. Since I got fired from my last job last week, I had to find another job to pay the bills and fast. There's no other way around in this big, cold city. Even though I have my scholarship, it didn't cover my living expenses and the unit I'm currently renting.

Devil's Den was definitely a step-up from the dive bar I previously worked at. The owner was a sleazy SOB who cheated on his wife more than I can count. I put up with him because of the pay, but the last straw was when he made a sexual proposition to me in front of the whole patrons. Usually I'm a very levelheaded girl and I like to plan ahead, but this time I did the unexpected. Hence, I'm now desperate for a job that could at least cover my living expense for the next two months before I start my real career.

Entering the premise, I was greeted with the cold air from inside. It was quiet, since it was noon and the lounge wasn't open until 9 pm. "Hello?" I said into the empty space.

The sound of high heels appeared, followed by a blonde bombshell. She must be the HR. "Hi. Ms. Rose right? I'm Sabrina, nice to meet you," she smiled, offering me a hand.

I shook her hand, smiling back at her. "Hi, yes. Call me Val. Nice to meet you too."

"Please follow me."

I followed her to a private room in the back where there's a big conference table.

"Take a sit."

Sitting opposite of her, it was a bit nerve-wracking. My previous jobs didn't require official interviews like this, and I applied just as a temp bartender. As if sensing my anxiousness, Sabrina said, "Don't worry, just relax. So you've worked as a bartender for how long before?"