The billionaires Florist

Chapter 11

Lucien POV

"Boss she has traveled to Ferice. The club on Main Street with a miss Lillian Goldman."  A man with a grey beard and a thick Belly said as he stumbled into my office. I don't care to know most of my employees names

"Who?"I ask without a single care, my mind focused as I try to find anything about Starr's past, but everything is either made up, gone or only available In paper copies that have seemed to have disappeared.

"miss Starr "he stutters confused and my eyes shoot up to his "What do you mean she's at a club."I say while standing up and grabbing my blazer for my suit from my chair throwing it on as I stalked towards him

"She went with a friend sir"he says nervously, as he moves to the side as I walk past him and out the doors

"Damn it!"I yell as i punch my steering wheel, as I hop into my car speeding down the highway doing 150 in an 80, but cops don't pull me over cause they know when they do there either get sued fired or they will disappear. Depending on my mood. And right now I'm not happy so I bet you can guess what will happen if I get pulled fucking over

Why is she so much fucking trouble? She gets into a problem and then here I am going to save her ass.

I don't have to do this I really don't. So why the fuck am I!?

The brakes to my car slam as I stop I ground of the stupid club that's shes in, anger fidelity through me ever step I get closer to the entrance.

Ready to yell at her for dancing carelessly, and drinking without a though. Like a little whore without care for herself , something I though she wasn't. My eyes scan the heavy crowd woman shaking themselves in men filling my sight but not one of them see to be the one I'm looking for.

But then I see her in the corner , alone , not dancing and drink less , making me wonder why she came at all.

I stare at her for a few seconds, the dress fitting her like a second skin men eyeballing her from every which way and woman sending her dirty glances but she ignored them staring at something her foot it playing with in the ground.

My eyes never leave hers as I sit down on a couch, pushing off some hippy  so I could see every side of her .

"What's a pretty thing like you doing here alone"a guy asks her, and I can see she gets nervous and awkward as she stutters when he asks her to dance

But the fucker grabs her hand and pulls her to to floor. Her hair flying behind her until she finally stops in the middle , attention on her as she stands there a real goddess in human form as she closes her eyes and sighs

She bites her lip before throwing her hands up and shaking her body slightly not enough for it to be provocative but sure as hell enough for it to be sexy as hell.

But her feet stop and so does her body as the man who asks her to dance places himself on her, touching her in way she obviously doesn't want .

Red. All I see as red as I stand up and stalk towards him, anger is all I feel as people recognize who I am and step quickly out of the way until the only people still standing on my floor is her and the guy.

Her body tremors his hands take a turn around her body and onto her lower stomach. I bite my lip angrily as my fist hits him in the face, his week body tipping off her and onto the floor but not without him trying to grab her, scratching her until she bled.

I look at her arm as she clutched it, then back at the man trying to get up. I throw myself onto him, punches connecting to his jaw as his face bloodies and cracks with bones breaking.