The Sinner's Heart (SIN CITY Series: Book #1)

I want her

ASHER'S POV

I sat alone in the lounge, the silence a stark contrast to the passion that had ravaged the room just hours before. I could still hear her moans - both loud and soft - like music to my eyes. It stroked my ego. Made me proud of my dick.

My mind still reeled from the encounter with Siren, as she liked to be called. I didn't know what her real name was, but who cared? Just like her name, her voice sang words that could only make my cock pulsate with need.

I couldn't shake off the feeling that I had only scratched the surface of something much deeper.

I reached for my phone and dialed the club manager's number. Vic answered at the first ring, his voice smooth as silk.

"Mr. Asher, what can I do for you?" he asked, a hint of wariness creeping into his tone. He probably wasn't expecting my call.

"I need to see you in the lounge, Vic. Now," I said, my voice firm but controlled. I had to maintain my composure.

He hesitated before speaking. "Is there a problem, sir?"

I huffed before resisting the urge to roll my eyes. "Just get here immediately."

As I waited for Vic to arrive, I couldn't help but think about Siren. Her piercing green eyes, her brown hair, and her porcelain skin all swirled together in my mind like a vortex, pulling me in deeper. I had never felt such a strong connection with anyone before, and it both thrilled and terrified me.

Then again, I was an even bigger fool for not knowing what she looked like simply because she had that stupid masquerade mask on.

The door swung open, and Vic walked in, his expression a mask of professionalism. But I saw a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.

"Mr. Asher!! Lovely to see you!" He greeted me. "With the way you're seated, I can tell that you had a great night!"

I paid him no mind. All I did was grunt.

"So what's going on?" he asked, taking a seat across from me.

"I want to know what it'll cost to get Siren," I said, my voice even.

Vic's expression changed, surprise flashing across his face. "You mean, for the night?" he asked, his tone laced with confusion.

I shook my head. "No, Vic. I want to buy her out."

Vic's eyes widened, and he let out a low whistle. "Mr. Asher, I don't think you understand how this works. Siren is one of our top girls. She's always in demand."

"I'm willing to pay a lot for her," I countered, my eyes locked on his. I wasn't going to have this argument with him.

Vic leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "It's not just about the money, Mr. Asher. Siren is a valuable asset to this club. I'm not sure if I'm willing to let her go."

I raised an eyebrow. "You're not willing to let her go? Or you can't afford to lose her?"

Vic's smile was tight-lipped. "Let's just say, it's a combination of both."

I leaned forward, my eyes boring into his. "I'm willing to make it worth your while, Vic. Name your price."

Vic sighed, rubbing his temples. "Mr. Asher, I don't know if I can do this. Siren is...complicated. She's not just any girl."