𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝚴𝐈𝚴𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 | 18+

9.

R O C H E L L E

"What have you done this time, boy?" I hear an older man's voice as my mind enters the pits of consciousness once again.

Fuck, I'm tired. So so drowsy.

"I had to get her out of there, she was fighting another one of the performers. If I didn't do something then we all would've been a big trouble." A familiar gravelly voice travels through my ears.

"You definitely didn't need to sedate her to get her out of there, Ricardo."

"If I told her to come with me, she would've gotten more angry. I wasn't going to risk it."

It takes all of my sheer will to crack my eyes open before I am close to blindness from the light above me. I squint against its almost fatal brightness, using my arm to block it from my vision. My throat is bone dry and my knuckles burn like they are on fire, similar to the rest of my body. I was drenched in sweat. I noticed that a throw blanket was covering me from the chest downwards, so I sluggishly pushed it off.

What happened?

Everything rushed back to me in one notion. Roxy. The rage that consumed me. The mystery man being a guy named Ricardo. Being sedated.

"R-Ricardo." His name comes lips slightly parted as I forced myself to sit up, achiness wearing at every joint in my body.

"That's my cue to go. Come and talk to me again when you get this situated." The other man tells him before leaving the room, not staying long enough for me to get a glance at him.

Ricardo approached me cautiously like he was about to walk into a road full of traffic. He stopped near me and sat himself on the couch, leaning back as he releases a heavy sigh. When I saw him at the bar before I went unconscious, he was wearing a tuxedo. Now, as I'm gazing at his attire, I realize that he is wearing a tight black T-shirt that clung on to every definition of muscle on his arms and abdomen. Grey sweatpants covered the lower half of his body, not leaving much to my imagination, similar to the night that I gave him the lap dance.

I swallow harshly when my eyes sweep down to the space between his legs, trying to suppress the thoughts of whether he is wearing anything underneath the pants or not. I hated that these dirty thoughts were devouring every inch of my mind, especially given the situation he put me in. I just couldn't help it.

He must've noticed me gawking at him because he propped his forearms on his legs, angling his body forward with his spine straight.

His expression is like granite as he gazes at me. "So you like to start fights with the other workers, do you?

That's really the first thing he is going to say to me? Not, "Oh, I'm so sorry for sedating you and taking you to my house, let me explain."

I should've known that he was a fucking prick like the rest of them. A hot, handsome, dangerous prick.

"You don't even know the situation."

"So enlighten me, Firecracker."

"I don't need to explain my reasoning to you. I'll explain it to the boss."

A dark chuckle resonates from him before a smirk tugs on his lips. "Sweetheart, I am the boss. So anything you have to say, you'll have to say to me."

My posture stiffens and my blood immediately ran cold at his words. "W-What? You're the fucking boss?!"

Oh my god, I gave my boss a lap dance and I even orgasmed to him.

What. The. Hell?!

Is it time for me to crawl back into unconsciousness now?

Blotches of red spread from my cheeks all the way down to my chest as I attempt to force away the embarrassment that has consumed me. From the glint of amusement in his ocean-blue pools as he skimmed over my appearance, it's easy to assume that he is enjoying the sight of me like this. However, as quick as that smug look of gratification revealed itself on his face, it disappeared and transformed to mere concrete.