Chapter Nine
Hayes
C lub Rose is most likely hypocritical on my part, but I know the women who work here are safe and not being sold around for sex like Ashton does to his women.
Most of the women who work for me are those I, or my father, have saved from Ashton’s men or being sold around. At the club, they can make money to get a faster start for a new life plus have the safety I can give them.
The men who come into my club are all high-class men. Mostly politicians, lawyers, CEOs, judges, the list can keep going on. These men want their identity on the down low, so they pay a lot of money to keep it private.
A membership to my club and access to my ladies is billions of dollars. The women get full control and say-so. If they come to me and tell me one of the men makes them feel uncomfortable, I take away their membership with no refund and I have full legal rights to oust them to the public for being here as stated in the contract they sign.
So, for the most part, none of them give me issues or try to push their luck on my rules.
Other than Ashton’s goons. There have been times they have been able to get past my front door to the elevator that leads to the club and mess with my bartenders at the bar.
Since then, I have beefed up security.
“Mr. Ricci, I think I’ve outdone myself.” Marcus says walking into my office. He is a pro at forgetting to knock when he enters my space.
I huff, looking up from my computer screen just in time to see Olivia.
Out of nowhere, my chin tightens.
The piercer just left a few moments ago. The girl shocked me to the core wanting a nose ring and she couldn’t be more fucking beautiful before now. The stud is shining in the room lighting with her short brunette hair but it’s the money pieces that are making her blue eyes pop.
Not to mention, the denim mini skirt Alan bought for her to wear tonight, some fishnet leggings, and a teal crop top. The girl was beautiful before but damn it, she making my cock throb right now.
“What do you think?” she asks me.
I think I need to go jack off or have your mouth around my cock.
I clear my throat at the thought and grunt, “Much better.”
“Girl, you are going to make the men fall to their knees at Club Rose!” Marcus smirks at Olivia.
I stand quickly, taking a few Ben Franklins out of my wallet and sticking them out at Marcus, “Get the fuck out of here.”
Before I fucking strangle you.
Marcus nods, noticing I’m irritated and grins. He knows I really will strangle him if he does not get out of my sight quickly — I have done it before.
Taking the money from my hands, he gives Olivia a quick hug and leaves the house.
“Now what?” Olivia’s blue eyes look at me hopeful.
“Now you go to work.” I tell her. “We will take the Audi. I need to go in and grab some papers. I’ll drive you.”
She nods, standing silently, waiting as I turn back to cut my computer and the lights off.
“How far away is it?” she asks as we walk to the garage where I keep all my vehicles.
“About a fifteen-minute drive.” I reply shortly.
Thankfully, she gets the hint that I do not want to chit chat on the way and climbs in the passenger seat, buckling up.
As we turn out on the main road, the engine roars and I turn the volume up on the radio as TWISTED by Missio plays from my Bluetooth.
***
Olivia
T HE THROB FROM MY NOSE ring slowly stops pulsating the farther we get away from Mr. Ricci’s home. I don’t know if I should be afraid or excited about my job tonight.
Though I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous. My whole life I have been held inside a house, and everything has been given to me. The only job I’ve ever worked is bringing my hamper to the laundry room for my maid.
I think about Isabella and wonder if she knew what I was walking into last night. Within twenty-four hours, my life has changed drastically, physically and mentally; surely, she did not know.
The car pulls to a sudden stop after we whipped into a crowded parking lot of a building that looks like a luxurious restaurant with tall windows, dim lighting, and a full awning leading to the front door.
A guy dressed in black comes out of the front door where we pulled the car and walks to Hayes’ side.
“Mr. Ricci, good evening, Sir.” the young man says, and I notice a Black Escalade pulls in behind us.
A few men get out of it, walking up to our car.
“It’s my security.” Hayes says to me, and he slides out of the driver’s side.
I take a deep breath, easing my nerves and open the passenger door slowly, getting out and shutting the door.
The young guy takes the keys Hayes gives him, and he wastes no time driving the car around the building through a gated area.
“Miss Olivia, good evening, Ma’am.” one of Hayes’ security says to me and I notice he stands closer than the others.
I smile back at him unsure of how to respond since I do not know his name when Hayes finally says, “This is Alan. You can thank him for the clothes you have on.”
My cheeks blush and embarrassment runs all over me. “Oh, thank you.”
Alan nods, “You are welcome, Miss.”
“Follow me.” Hayes orders while he walks to the front door of the restaurant. “Ellie should be here by now for her shift. She will be the one to show you the ropes.”
“Oh, okay. Great.” I try to sound optimistic and follow him inside.
As soon as the front door of the restaurant closes behind us, my eyes roam around the place. It’s a beautiful five-star restaurant that I am sure you would need to be put on a waitlist for weeks or months at a time just to get a seat inside.
The tables are lined with white tablecloths and the waiters and waitresses look so classy in their black and white uniforms.
I am obviously under dressed for this job. I look like a hooker compared to these workers.
My eyes find the bar in the back with the bartenders, and I smile—I can do this job. This looks easy.
The hostess at the check-in desk nods at Hayes but quickly acts like we are invisible, and Hayes takes a hard left down a dark hall, meeting an elevator at the end.
There is only one button and it’s pointing down.
The doors slowly open after Alan hits the down arrow and all the men walk inside.
“The King has arrived.” Alan speaks into a headset that I now notice is in his ear, and I slowly step inside the elevator with all the men.
The door shuts behind me with a thud before the box swiftly descends.
I imagine this is what descending to hell feels like.
Within seconds, the door dings and opens into a blacked-out room with small lights only illuminating the hallway we walk out onto.
“Mr. Ricci, good evening, Sir,” a woman dressed in a black lingerie corset top and black mini skirt with high heeled boots says.
She is walking around a desk by the elevator. “May I take your jacket, Sir, or are you just going to your office?” she asks.
“I’ll be in my office, but first I need to find Ellie. Is she in yet?” he asks the woman.
I notice Alan and none of the men are around us anymore.
“She called a few moments ago and said she was running late; her babysitter was running behind, but she was coming in. She has a few clients tonight. Should I send her to your office first?” she smiles.
“Yes.” Hayes replies.
“You got it.” she smiles back at him and looks at me. “Is this the new girl?
He raises his eyebrow and then stands in front of me. “She is. And I better not hear of anyone giving her a hard time or they will be fired on the spot.”
Her eyes widen and she nods, “Absolutely, Sir.”
“Hi, I’m Livy.” I say holding my hand out from around Hayes. “Nice to meet you . . .” I pause, not knowing her name.
“Rachel,” she smiles. “Love your nose ring. I have been thinking about getting one myself.”
“Goodbye Rachel. You have work to do.” Hayes says, cutting off our conversation.
I roll my eyes behind his back and Rachel hurries back to her desk.
“Why are you such an ass?” I ask following him to his office which is down a very dark hallway. I almost fall three times in the heels Alan bought me.
“I am not their friend, Olivia, I am their boss. You cannot mix business with pleasure. It only gets in the way.” he tells me.
“But it doesn’t hurt to be nice.” I argue with him.
“Why did you change your name?” he asks.
“I just assumed it was a good idea if people didn’t know my real name for my safety.” I shrug timidly.
He raises an eyebrow and then nods, “Good thinking.”
We stop at a door that I would not have noticed if he didn’t stop.
He types a code in the door lock and a green light appears allowing the door to open; Hayes gestures for me to walk in.
Once inside he states, “I need you to run things by me like that before you just do it. Changing your name is information I need to know.”
I huff, a little irritated by his sudden presence and bossiness. Do all men think they can be this bossy?
“I’ll be sure to let you know my every move, Sir. Is there anything else I need to make sure I do? Would you like to know every time I take a shit too?”
The deep chuckle that comes from his lungs makes my inner thighs heat up. “Little doe, I would stop arguing with me if I was you. I have let you talk more than I let most people here. This is where it stops.”
He turns, powering on his computer and taking his jacket off, hanging it around his chair.
I roll my eyes and within three seconds, the man is towering over me, his hands pinning my hips against the wall and staring daggers into me. His Adam’s apple rises and falls a few times before he says, “Roll your eyes at me again, Little doe, and I’ll pluck them out myself.”
I gulp.
He releases me but stays close.
A knock is heard at the door and Hayes takes a large step back, walking towards to his desk.
“Come in,” he says.
A skinny, blonde woman comes in the door wearing an outfit similar to Rachel’s.
She seems to not notice me. Immediately, she closes the door upon stepping inside, walks to his desk, kneels in front of it, and opens her mouth into a O shape.
I look at her confused and then it dawns on me what she is doing; she’s waiting to give him a blow job.
“You don’t mix business with pleasure huh?” I ask with a smirk.
His eyes glare into me and then snaps at the woman who kneels on the floor, “Ellie, I did not ask you to come here for this. Stand the fuck up.”
Her eyes widen and then she stands awkwardly looking over at me.
“What do you need, Sir?” she asks him.
He points to me, “I need you to train Miss Ol- um, Livy, while I get some work done. She is to bartend. Nothing else, do you understand me?”
She nods, “Yes sir.”
“She is going to stay with Jessica until she can save enough money to find a place of her own,” he tells her and then turns to his computer, not giving us another reason to stay.
I’m a little disappointed he doesn’t even want to tell me bye.
“That means to get the hell out of here.” she whispers to me, grabbing my hand.
I nod, letting her pull me out the door, not giving another thought to the asshole behind the desk who calls himself a King.
Maybe a king of being a dick.