The Don's Wife

28.3 | Pink Paradise : Part Three

Rosalind had never seen a more vulgar display.

It's true that the amount of theory she possesses about the specific place called strip clubs were only as far as exotic dancers who performs exotic dance to serve their customers. Maybe apply a few dirty elements in the midst of it, but never to such graphic extent that left her flabbergasted.

Women barely clothed, all topless with their breasts laid bare, with teensy triangular fabric held together by a thin string that narrowly cover their lady parts as their sole garment.

Some were petting one another, some were grinding their rear and hips onto each other, some were eating and being eaten. While at the center of the ongoing obscenity, there sat Finn Sullivan, smoking his cigar, leisurely enjoying the show.

It certainly wasn't the kind of dance Rosalind pictured in mind.

Is this what men find entertainment in?
Does Jamie enjoy these kind of things as well?
Rosalind wondered.

Realizing how she had gone astray, she immediately shook off the thought out of her brain and get her head back in the game.

Focus Rosie. You can do this.

With the utmost casual manner she could manifest, Rosalind walked to the table in front of Finn and served the already spiked beverage for him.

"Here's your drink, Sir." Said Rosalind, gaining Finn's attention.

Despite her ill experience with a certain Sullivan, Rosalind had nothing against Finn. She know not of him, nor has she seen him. But there's something unnerving about Finn Sullivan that invoke her distaste, perhaps of his lecherous gaze which reminded her of the encounter with Luis Martinez. A total scum that man was.

However, something tells Rosalind that Finn Sullivan might be a bigger scum than Luis ever will.

Rosalind wanted nothing more than to escape Finn's uncomfortable stare and strolled away to go stand and wait at the corner of the room for the drug to take effect. But as she's about to do so, Finn called out to her.

"Hey you, fox."

Rosalind stiffened. Though not out of fear.
I'm a bloody bunny, you Sullivan pig.

"Yes?" Rosalind turned around and smile.

"What's the rush? Here, come sit, join me." Finn tapped the cushion beside him.

"My apologies Sir, but I only act as a waitress tonight." Rosalind bowed her head politely.

"And a waitress' job is to serve their customers, no?" Finn smirked, eyes raking over Rosalind from top to bottom.

Pervert.

"Serve drinks, yes." Rosalind corrected.

"Then sit down and go pour me some, sweetheart." Entitled as always, Finn rested his arms behind his head and crossed his legs onto the table.

Ew.

"..Of course." Rosalind nodded. Unwillingly.

As Finn observed Rosalind pouring the poisoned drink beside him attentively, she was holding back the strong urge to splash the whole glass on his face and slit his throat right there and then.

If it wasn't for her darling Jamie, she would have the second the ignorant arse called her a fox.

"Have I known you from somewhere?" An unexpected question rolled off from Finn.

"I don't think so." Rosalind masked her wariness with indifference as she handed Finn the glass.

Finn rested his arm onto the backrest behind Rosalind and slide nearer. "I swear you look awfully familiar. I mean, pretty faces are hard to forget."