Chapter 7 #2
“Friend, you know that I love you to death, but the President’s Box does sound fun, and I’m here to experience life to the fullest. I’m going to go back over there for a little bit, and then I’ll come back out to the bar with you.”
“Okay, have fun. I don’t mind sitting by myself. I’m used to it anyway.” I shrugged my shoulders and then gave them both a side hug before I walked away.
I went over to the bar and grabbed a seat next to a couple who were kissing like they were in a hotel room. The bartender wasn’t paying me any attention at first, so I held my finger up for at least three minutes before he finally came over.
“What can I get you?”
“I’ll just have a lemon drop, I guess.”
“Okay, top shelf okay?”
“How much is the top shelf?”
“I don’t know the prices until I put them in the computer. Do you want it or not?”
He copped an attitude with me.
“Yeah, whatever. That’s fine,” I told him, knowing this would be my only drink for the night.
I liked the way the club had a dark ambience where you really couldn’t see who was in front of you, but you could see just enough. All the bartenders were wearing red vests. Some had on Christmas hats, others wore crowns, for whatever theme they had here.
When he finally gave me my drink, I cashed out, because this would be my only drink for tonight. That shit was seventy-five fucking dollars, so it better at least have me slightly tipsy.
As I sat there listening to the music, I sipped my drink with my back facing the dance floor.
I didn’t care to look and see what the girls were doing in the president’s box because it was none of my business.
I wasn’t sure if Tania would go behind me and fuck with Nina’s man or not, but maybe Nina would come and hook something up and pay her too.
I was sure she was somewhere around, and who’s to say I’m the first person to get paid to sleep with them.
They may do this kind of thing every night, and I was just one of many bitches invited into their bedrooms with contract agreements.
When I looked down at my phone, I saw the clock had hit twelve o’clock, and that meant we were one day closer to the big wedding.
I couldn’t lie; I was excited about it. Weddings always gave me this feeling inside where I just wanted to cry, but not the sad kind.
The happy kind. The kind you do when you’re genuinely happy for someone you love.
I wasn’t the biggest fan of Josiah, but I was a big fan of love.
Christmas movies have always been my favorite because they all have happy endings.
Something that someone like me isn’t very familiar with in real life.
“Excuse me,” I heard someone say behind me, and I thought it was someone trying to take my seat until I turned around and saw Nina’s man standing right behind me.
“Oh, sorry. Do you need this seat?” I hurried up from my chair.
He shrugged his shoulders and laughed.
“No, I don’t need a seat. If I wanted something to drink behind the bar, I would go back there and grab a bottle myself.”
“Oh, I didn’t realize you had it like that here?” I spoke to him without looking him in the eye.
“I own this place.”
“You own it?” I stared at him. I knew he had money, and I knew he owned the pool at the hotel, but owning the nightclub, too, was crazy. It was nice as hell in here.
“You have a drinking problem? This is the second time I’ve seen you today standing at the bar.”
“No. This is my first and last drink. I wouldn’t call that a problem.”
I turned around, trying not to look him in the eyes.
“Well, why didn’t you come over with your friends? I invited y’all over.”
“I just didn’t think it was a good idea,” I said.
“Why not? You’re not trying to avoid me, are you?”
“Why would I try to avoid you?”
He looked me up and down and flashed that diamonded out smile before he continued the conversation.
“Look, you don’t have to hang out at the bar. Come over here with us. Have a good time with your friends because I wasn’t trying to separate y’all. And after all, when I invited y’all over, I wanted you to come specifically.”
“Why so?” I asked.
He shrugged his shoulders calmly.
“I don’t know. It’s just something about you.”
“Something about me like what? Do you not have a girl?”
“She’s not here, so she doesn’t matter. My focus is on getting you over here in my section tonight.”
I shook my head to keep from smiling and looked away from his eyes, because there was something about them that made me want to drift off into the sunset with this man.
I exhaled deeply and told myself it wouldn’t be so bad to follow him.
After all, I wasn’t telling him who I was, and he hadn’t come out and said he knew, so there shouldn’t be any issue with that.
Once we got to the section, I stepped in behind him, and his shoulders were so broad that my girls didn’t even see me until he stepped to the side.
“I found someone for y’all,” he told them.
I could tell they’d had plenty to drink already by the way they cheered when they saw me and instantly started back dancing with each other. It seemed way easier to get a drink up here because there was a private bartender stationed in the corner of the section.
I walked over to get another drink to calm my nerves.
I ordered a French seventy-five and went to the couch in the corner to sit down until I was drunk enough to not be so nervous up here. I mean, I shouldn’t be because he did say his girl was not here.
When he spotted me sitting in the corner, he walked over to the couch I was on and sat down beside me, dipping the sofa a little with his big ass stature.
“Why are you over here in the corner so uptight?” he asked.
“I don’t know, I just feel like chilling right now.”
“Damn, my club is boring to you? You came here and just want to chill?” he asked, laughing softly through his nose.
“That’s not the case; I’m just trying to be comfortable.”
“Well, I want you to be as comfortable as possible. Whatever you need, just let me know.”
He lifted his index finger and signaled for one of the bartenders to come over.
The man leaned in, close enough that he didn’t have to raise his voice, and he said something low, quick, and meant for one set of ears.
Whatever it was, the bartender straightened immediately, nodded once, and rushed off like he’d just been given orders from the President Of The United States.
I couldn’t help the small smirk that tugged at my lips.
It was sexy as hell seeing that he didn’t need to bark or flex for respect from the people around him.
He sat there, relaxed, shoulders broad, posture easy, as if everything around him already belonged to him, including everyone who worked here.
There was a quiet authority in the way he carried himself, the kind that made grown men move faster and listen closer without questioning why.
It was the same aura he had when I first walked into that hotel room earlier. The same energy that made the air feel heavier, thicker, like something was always about to happen when he was nearby. Commanding without being loud. Dangerous without flashing any weapons.
When the bartender came back, she stated,
“It’s ready.”
He stood up from the couch and turned to me, holding out his hand.
“Come with me. I have to show you something.”
“Show me what?” I asked.
I hesitated for half a second, just long enough for doubt to whisper my name, and then I took his hand and let him pull me up.
His grip was firm, confident, like he already knew I was coming with him before I did.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught my girls watching, curiosity and concern written all over their faces, but not one of them said a word.
He guided me past the bar and through a door without breaking stride.
The moment we stepped inside, it was like crossing into another world.
The bass from the club died instantly, and the quiet hit me so hard it made my ears ring.
My shoulders relaxed before I could stop them, and I hated that my body adjusted so quickly to being alone with him.
The space felt nothing like a back room in a club but like a space meant for living in luxury. Like an apartment with no windows.
There was a couch sitting off to the side, with clean lines and expensive fabric.
A small kitchen glowed softly in the background, spotless, and untouched.
Across from a dining table sat a bar that looked more like it was meant for conversation than drinking, and the lighting was low and warm, casting shadows that softened the edges of everything, including him.
I swallowed, suddenly aware of how close Hawk was, how the silence magnified every small movement. The confidence he carried in the club followed him in here, but it felt even heavier now.
“What is this?” I gestured my arms wide.
“This is my little space away from the chaos,” he said. “I like to chill in here. I just wanted to talk to you, and it’s kind of hard out there with all that noise.”
“Talk to me about what?” I asked, and he did a deep chuckle.
“So, you don’t think I know who you are?”
“I don’t think so. Look, is it okay if I just go back outside?”
“Why are you so nervous around me?” he asked. “You didn’t enjoy yourself?”
He lifted his hand and placed it on my cheek, brushing his thumb lightly over my skin. Just his touch made my body tremble, and I shook like I was cold, even though his hands were warm. I wanted them there. I loved the way his body felt against mine.
“Listen,” I said softly, steadying myself. “I don’t know what you think we’re gonna do, but I can’t entertain you at all.”
He looked at me, waiting.
“Nina gave me a contract.”
“A contract? What kind of fucking contract?” He shook his head slowly.
“The contract said that if I let you know who I am, talk to you, sleep with you, or do anything like that ever again, then I owe her money. And not just the money she paid me. A lot more.”
He looked at me sharply.
“So she paid you to fuck me?”
The offense was clear on his face, and I could tell immediately that he was the type of man who had never had to pay a woman for sex in his life. I mean, he shouldn’t have to. I said it once, and I’d say it ten times again. I would’ve fucked him for absolutely free.
“Yes, she did, but maybe I wasn’t supposed to say anything,” I admitted.
“Nah, keep talking. You good?”
“Well. She paid me and made me sign a contract in the restroom. It pretty much states that if I break the rules, I owe her twenty times the amount she paid me.” I swallowed.
“And I don’t have that type of money to lose.”
He stepped back slightly, like something in him had cracked. I could see it in the way he bit down on his bottom lip, not uncomfortable, but wounded, because his pride seemed bruised.
“I didn’t mean to offend you,” I said quickly.
“Nah, you didn’t,” he replied.
“The only way I’d be offended is if you didn’t actually enjoy yourself, and the way your body shook underneath me was fake. Was it?”
“No, it wasn't. It was one of the best experiences in my life.
“Well, did you get paid to say that?”
“No, it’s the God honest truth. I may have gotten paid to have sex with you. But I didn’t get paid to lie.”
He stared at me, almost letting a slight smile escape his lips.
“Is that line of work something you do for a living?”
“What line of work? Prostitute?”
“Yeah.”
“Hell no. I was just in the club last night, and she approached me. She offered the threesome, and once the money came into play, I couldn’t back out if I wanted to. I don’t run across that kind of payday often.”
“I understand that. But where are you from?”
“D.C.”
“And why are you out here?”
“My friend is getting married this weekend.”
“Oh, got you.”
He paused, studying me. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Yeah. Sure.”
“Would you ever fuck with a man like me for free? Without a payment or a contract in place.”
I hesitated before responding.
“Of course.”
“So, if that opportunity ever came, would you fuck with me again?”
“I can’t say. I’m technically not even supposed to be talking to you right now. The contract said.”
“Fuck the contract,” he cut in.
“Every contract is meant to be broken. Every contract has loopholes. You think that’s the first contract Nina ever put together? I told her she should’ve been a lawyer with all the paperwork she holds over people’s heads.”
He shook his head.
“She’s holding one over mine, too, but that didn’t stop me from living my life. It’s just a few pieces of paper that means nothing if secrets are kept.”
“True,” I said quietly.
“You know, I’ve had sex with a lot of women, and I never thought about them past a couple nuts.”
“And you saying you thought about me afterwards?”
“Hell yeah. I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he admitted. “Shit, I knew who you were the first time I smelled you.” He laughed under his breath.
“Whatever perfume, soap, or oil you use, I recognize it. It brought me back to a good place when I was in between your thighs, sucking on your pussy.”
I got even more nervous at that point, and I stepped back away from them.
“I think I should get back to my friends. They’ll probably miss me.”
I turned to walk away, but his hand closed gently around my arm, sending a shiver straight through me.
“I promise you that they won’t miss you as much as I do.”
“But you don’t know me.”
“Trust, I know you. I’m sure I’ve been deeper inside of you than anyone has.”
He pulled me back towards him even closer this time, with his voice low and controlled.
“When we leave here tonight, we will go to my penthouse, and you will let me eat your pussy until you want to fuckin cry.”
My breath caught in my throat.
“But I can’t.”
I started to speak, but his finger pressed softly against my lips, silencing me. The touch alone made my knees feel weak.
“I’m not worried about shit Nina talking about, and you shouldn’t either. What you and I do tonight has nothing to do with her. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”
I looked down at my chest rising and falling, then lifted my eyes back to his. It was hard and damn near impossible not to stare at this point and not to feel pulled in by him.
The way he talked, the certainty in his voice, the confidence in knowing that he could do everything he told me he could.
I was never the type to move for a man's pleasure. Him wanting to fuck me shouldn't make me want to leave with him. Only it was my own pleasure I was thinking about in this moment. Just one more time won't hurt. Especially if it is a secret and especially if I will have him all to myself tonight.