Chapter Twelve
Hayes
I f there is one thing , I am sure of — I am not a patient man.
The number of times I have jacked off this week because of Olivia is appalling. And every time I’m done, I feel my ticket to hell coming faster and faster.
I have hidden in my office when I have been at Club Rose, watching her on the security cameras. And every time I finish coming, my dick gets hard again just by watching her tight ass move around.
I knew it was best to stay away from her, so I have kept my distance.
My thoughts cannot win; I must focus on business and ruining Frances Ashton. My focus must remain on the thoughts of my father and the legacy he left me to run.
This week I have gotten word that Ashton is looking for Olivia; why I do not know.
Usually if one got away it just means he had room for another unless he was interested for himself. That does not seem like the case with Olivia. He already had Dante picked for her.
I am determined to find out what is so special about the woman.
Unknown to Olivia or Jessica, I beefed up security at Jessica’s apartment just to be safe.
Knock Knock
“Come in.” I tell the person behind the door and Alan appears on the other side of the entrance.
“Sir, you wanted me to come get you before they began. It’s starting.” he tells me.
I sigh; at first, I was not going to make myself known tonight for the Halloween contest and quite frankly, I am not sure why I still let them do this every year.
Every time one of them wins, they try their damnedest to end up in my bed.
Absolutely not.
“I’ll be out there shortly.” I tell him shutting down my computer for the night.
Alan exits, but I know he is standing by the door waiting for me. I grab my sports coat off the back of my chair, put it on, and pick up my phone from the desk and place it in my jacket pocket. Lastly, I flip the light switch, turning them off and head out the door to the main stage for the Halloween Contest.
“Ricci!” Anthony, one of my good buddies from college stops me as I come into the main stage area.
“Good to see you, brother.” He hugs me. “I was in town and had to stop in tonight since it’s the devil’s night,” he winks.
I chuckle. “You know the rules, Anthony.” I tell him.
“You run a tight ship, I know.” He pats me on the back as I excuse myself to my seat.
I choose to sit alone but close to the stage, my security all take their places throughout the main room and Alan sits behind me.
“Mr. Ricci, anything in particular you want us to judge on tonight?” One of the lady judges bends down and asks me. I usually bring in four; two men and two women so it’s not just the men being perverts for the judging.
“Same as usual, Jane. Make it fair and just let them have fun.” I tell the woman who I have known since childhood. She is around my mother’s age and was a dear friend of hers.
She sits back in her seat as the lights go down and the announcer starts.
The object of this night is for the girls to have some fun, take some stress off from all their work, and enjoy their night without some obligatory action waiting on them after.
I usually take the winner for a sit-down meal at one of my favorite restaurants and give them a few thousand-dollar shopping spree as well. It’s the least I can do for some of the shitty men that come through Club Rose and things they have to deal with here to keep the business going.
The girls come out one by one and the whispers start. It never bothers me that the men whisper to each other about them under their breath. As long as they are respectful and not pigs like Ashton’s men are, I’m okay with it.
At first, I am disappointed that Olivia has not made it out yet. She possibly did not enter like I originally thought she might.
“Livy, The Angel of Death,” the announcer finally calls, and my eyes shoot up.
The room goes so quiet that I can hear my heartbeat turn rapid as she walks out looking beautiful in a blonde wig, a tight black dress, red heels, and black angel wings.
At first, she is timid, looking out from the stage and holds her hands up covering her eyes, the stage lights beaming down on her. But then, Narcotic by Bryce Savage starts playing overhead and her eyes close, allowing her hips to shake side to side.
I see stars for a minute as blood plummets to my cock.
This woman surprises me every damn day with things she can do. She looks like a fucking stripper on stage, getting into the song’s rhythm.
“Damn, Ricci. Where have you been hiding her?” one of the men says, leaning over to me from a couple rows back.
I close my eyes, trying to ignore him.
“Livy is a new hire of Club Rose as a bartender, and she loves puppies, rock music, and dancing to her favorite music while cooking in the kitchen.” the announcer tells us over the music.
My God, I need to get out of here.
The men start whispering again but this time it’s louder and I overhear one. “I bet her pussy is tight.”
My fists clench.
“Won’t be long until she is on the sex trade radar. Ricci better lock that down before Ashton hears about his new girl and sends his goons in.”
Red is all I see before I realize I am standing and my fist flies into the son of bitch’s face. The SOB being, Kane Matthews, the CEO of Matthews Media which is a trillion-dollar company.
But I don’t care who the fuck he is or his title.
“Get out!” I yell.
“Ricci, come on man. What is wrong with you?” one of the men sitting next to the guy I punched, a politician a few counties away, says.
“Get out before I remove your membership,” I tell him.
They both get up and walk away.
I look at Alan and he nods, knowing I want to make sure they actually leave, so he gestures for one of his guys to follow them.
The judges look at me, shocked, but then back at the stage as Olivia’s dance comes to an end.
My dick continues to throb.
This woman is driving me fucking insane.
Thankfully, the lights hitting the stage kept my outburst from being scene by anyone who was not right around me.
Olivia opens her eyes as the song ends, and suddenly becomes timid and embarrassed again, hurrying back behind the stage.
“Give an applause to all these beautiful women.” the announcer says.
“That is the end of the contest gentlemen. We will have your winner chosen shortly.” the announcer explains behind the curtain.
I turn, not wanting to know the results, a little dizzy as the blood from my brain is rushing to my cock.
Turning to the judges, I tell them, “Send the winner to my office soon as they are done.”
I need to go jack off before I pass out.
***
Olivia
“G IRL!!” BETHANY GRABS my hands when I come back from the stage, “You can dance your ass off!! Where did that come from?” She beams at me.
“Oh, um . . .,” I start, “I just went out there and had fun. I used to put on skits as a kid for my teddy bears.”
She giggles, “Your teddy bears are some lucky bitches. We need to tell Mr. Ricci to move you to the stage during your shifts.”
She must have seen the fear in my eyes because she giggles and assures me only if I wanted to.
“Will the contestants please come out on stage to hear the judges’ results,” the announcer says after a few moments of deciding the winner.
We all walk back out on stage and that’s when I notice the amount of people in the audience.
My eyes widen in horror, I just danced like a slut in front of all these men.
I just went out there thinking about my childhood and how I loved to dance, so I decided to go out with my eyes closed and dance my ass off.
Now I’m rethinking all my choices as the eyes that look back at me look like they are picturing me naked.
Yikes.
“You all did wonderful and are so beautiful,” one of the female judges says into the microphone. “Unfortunately, we can only pick one of you as the winner. This contest is so much fun to judge every year, and we hope y’all have had a blast.”
She opens an envelope and the room goes silent.
“The winner is . . ..” She pauses for dramatic effect. “Livy, The Angel of Death!”
Bethany turns to me and squeals, “Girl!! You earned that shit!!”
My mouth widens and I notice some of the men have to change the way they are sitting as soon as I do it, so I close my mouth immediately.
“Mr. Ricci would like you to report to his office. You are winning a night out on the town with him and a shopping spree.” The judge says and the other girls hug me before walking off stage—well, everyone but Ellie who stomped off when my name was called.
I gulp, Shit. Now I must face this fucker who has been ignoring me all week.
My heels click loudly as I walk down the long hallway to his office.
The green light on his door’s lock is shining which means it’s unlocked so I let myself in. Closing the door behind me, I look up and my eyes widen.
Hayes is sitting on his couch, pants down to his ankles, stroking his—rather impressive—cock.
I jump and turn my back to him, “Ummm, I’m sorry. I can go.”
And it’s within that moment I hear him come.
A pulse rushes to the place in between my thighs and my knees almost buckle at his growl when his release hits.
I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and try my best to collect my thoughts.
After a moment he clears his throat, “Thought I locked the fucking door.”
I hear him stand and pull his pants up. “You can turn around Olivia.”
I turn just in time to see him put his belt back into place and he looks at me, seeming a little annoyed. “So, you won?”
I nod, my eyes still starring at his cock. “Y-yes.”
“Keep looking at me like that, Olivia, and you will see me jacking off again,” he smirks, walking back to his desk.
“I-I’m sorry.” I say pulling my eyes to his. “So, what’s the plan?”
He grabs the keys to his Audi and says, “The plan is to go home and get some sleep. You can come with me, rest there, and then we can have lunch tomorrow and I’ll take you shopping.”
It takes me a moment to gather my thoughts as my brain misfires. “Go home with you?”
“That’s what I said isn’t it?” he clips.
“But I thought you did not mix business with pleasure?” I joke—kind of.
He turns the lights off, heightening my senses, and before I know it, his nose is almost touching mine. “I don’t mix business with pleasure, Olivia. But I am tired. It is after midnight. And I normally would not invite anyone over to my place. Seeing as how you have already slept in my bed, its no big deal.” The door creaks, letting me know he has it open since the lights are off. “Come on. Let’s sneak out before anyone see us.”
I watch his figure walk out the door. “You are awfully hard to read.”
“What are you talking about? I am an open book.” he replies sarcastically.
“If you say so, Mr. Ricci.” I huff.
He stops, making me bump into his back and turns his chest, facing me. “I told you to call me Hayes.”
I can feel the anger seeping out of him.
This asshole is hard to read and it’s starting to get under my skin.
“Hayes, got it.” I nod with a shit-eating grin just to add to his already angry tone.
He snarls. “Get your ass to the car before I decide to leave you here.”
Yes, asshole boss of mine.