TEN
Saraya
The audacity of that asshole! I'm not his to command; I will not roll over and submit to his demands! As soon as he walks out with Mara hanging all over him, I know they are going to go fuck, and I realize that he has that right. Just like I have every right to move on with my own life.
Trying to keep the animosity hidden, I remain the gracious hostess.
Men have flirted with me and until now, I've laughed it off, but maybe it's time I flirt back.
Monica keeps telling me that if I do, the tips would be double what I've made so far.
Although the hostess position typically doesn't make tips, Monica says that the Heirs don't have an issue if we make them.
So, when the next client walks in the door, I paste on my biggest smile and introduce myself to him. It's not very hard to do when the man standing before me is very good-looking, with blonde hair and the brightest blue eyes.
"Ah, the Heirs know how to hire the most beautiful creatures to greet us, don't they?" The man lifts my hand and places a kiss on the back of it.
"Well, Mr. Beckam is family, so I thought I should probably help out around here," I tell him while giving him what I hope is a sultry smile.
"Oh? I didn't know Nyx had any more family around."
"I'm his stepsister and just getting out of a relationship." I try to choose my words carefully, especially with strangers.
"How about you come to find me when your shift is over? I'd love to get to know you more. "
Glancing over the man's shoulder, I notice the cocked brow on Nyx's lap dog and grin. Cale can wait until I'm ready to go home; I'm not a child. So, giving the man my attention again, I accept his invitation.
"I'd love to, Mister…"
"Mika. My name is Mika Tomlin."
“Well, Mika, Mika Tomlin, I will come find you once I'm free."
The handsome guy bites his lower lip as his eyes wander down my length before responding, "I'll be waiting."
I watch him walk off, and Monica squeals beside me, "Do you have any idea who that is?"
"Who, Mika?"
"Yes, Mika! His family owns the next town over. He is equivalent to your brother and the other Heirs. Mr. Tomlin never shows interest in anyone. He will pick a house sub, fuck her, and then go to the back room and play cards. He never pays attention to anyone!"
I break out in chills at hearing this, but I can't say whether it's a good or bad thing. What would Nyx say? Who cares what he thinks? He's getting it from my ex-best friend, so why should any of it bother him?
"Are Mika and my stepbrother friends? Mika almost made it sound as though he knew Nyx well." I question Monica, but she only shrugs.
"I've seen them have a drink together, but that's as much as I can tell you," she states. "If you ask me, I'd definitely tap that if he came on to me like he did you just now."
"I don't know. Things are—complicated right now. As I said, I'm just getting out of a relationship…"
"He's not asking you to marry him, Saraya, sheesh. Hell, he hasn't even asked you to fuck. He told you to come find him. As I said, he doesn't do that."
I peer over the clientele, and my eyes meet Mika's blue ones.
The sparkle his oceanic-colored orbs have can be seen across the room, and I can't help but blush.
Looking away, I notice Cale typing furiously on his cell phone.
Knowing it's none of my business about who pissed in his cheerios, I go about my work as a couple comes waltzing through the doors.
I've only got an hour left of my shift, and I'm nervously excited about talking with Mika.
I've never spoken to another guy like the way I'm going to with him.
I always had Phoenyx as a teenager, and then everything happened, and the next thing I know, I'm walking down the aisle to marry Kenneth.
What do I say to him? I busy myself, trying to take my mind off it by writing a list of things I must remember for my next shift, when suddenly his deep, stern voice is right there giving me commands once again.
"Get your things, Raya. Your shift is over." Nyx doesn't even look at me as he orders me around.
My anger rises at what he's trying to do. I now know what Cale was typing on his phone; he was ratting me out. Giving Nyx a stubborn look, I scoff and look him up and down as if to ask, Who died and made you boss?
"I'm not going anywhere. My shift ends at two, and then I have plans…"
"Cancel them." His jaw clenches as his tone turns menacing.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. I said cancel them. We are leaving now."
Putting my hands on my hips, I glare into his cold gray eyes and state, "I am not a child, and you will not treat me like one. I will be home when I come home."
Nyx isn't fazed by my little speech as he takes another step closer.
Lowering his voice, so only Monica can hear because she's right beside me, Nyx's next words shock me.
"You still have a reputation to uphold. As long as you are a part of this family, I will not allow you to whore around with every fucking client that walks through these doors. "
Without even thinking, my hand comes up and slaps him across the face.
Silence covers the room once the sound of my hand hitting his cheek is done echoing through the room.
There are a few gasps that come from some of the club members, and even though my heart is racing because I know I'm in deep shit, I stand my ground.
Nyx grins and raises his hand, letting everyone know everything is fine. What others see is Nyx Beckam, a God of Nyte's Hall, amused by this situation as he smiles down at me. What I see when he looks at me is the promise of an unforgettable punishment.
"How about we discuss this privately—preferably—at home." He suggests.
"Yes, I think that's best." I agree, saying, "I'll be home shortly. "
"I don't think you understand me, Raya." Nyx leans in close, so this time, my ears are the only ones to hear his next words as he says, "You are going to get your ass out that door, down the elevator, and into my fucking car, or so help me…"
"You wouldn't dare make a scene here, Mr. Beckam . Not with one of your employees ."
"Do you honestly think any one of these members would say anything?
This is my town and my club, and you are my fucking employee .
If anything, they would get a kick to see the great Nyx Beckam take his employee over his knee, bare her beautiful ass, and spank the shit out of it—even Mika fucking Tomlin. "
That's what this is about. Nyx is pissed that I was making plans with another guy— interesting . Instead of arguing with him more, I collect my things and head for the door, but not before giving Nyx one last fuck you in front of everyone by winking at an amused Mika.
As soon as we're out the door, he grabs my elbow and pulls me toward the private elevator. He says nothing as we ride the car down to the private parking garage, where he again grabs me by the elbow and walks me to his car. He gives me an order only once I'm settled into the seat.
"Put your fucking seatbelt on, Saraya."
Oh, he's really pissed if he's using my whole name…
I wait for him to get into the car, so I can give him a piece of my mind, but nothing will come out. All I can do is stare at his profile as he starts the engine, but we don't move.
Nyx runs his hand through his hair before slowly turning to look at me.
I can see the anger in his eyes, making them look stone-cold.
"If you ever raise your hand to me like that again, I don't fucking care where we are; I will turn you over my knee.
I am not fucking Kenneth, who deserves to be slapped.
The only way I will raise my hand to you is when I'm reddening that ass of yours. "
He's right; he isn't Ken. I shouldn't have done what I did, and I say as much. "I'm sorry. I never meant to slap you; it was automatic. However, I'm not a whore, and it was unfair of you to say what you did."
He chuckles cynically. "Aren't you, though, or was that just in the past? Tell me, dear sister , how many guys have you actually slept with?"
"That isn't any of your business, Nyx—"
"I'm making it my fucking business, because if you think you're going to sleep around with every Tom, Dick, and Harry, then we have a fucking problem! Now, I will ask you one…more…time. How many guys have you slept with?"
"Why does it matter? You seem to fuck whoever the hell you want! You had that woman at the Hall the first night I arrived, and you seem to like fucking Amara. You've fucked her at least twice now since I've been here—"
"Once. I've fucked Mara once since you have been at the Hall," he states as he cuts me off.
"Oh, please. Do you seriously think I'm that na?ve about what the two of you were doing after you left here tonight?"
The wicked grin that forms on his lips unnerves me, but not as much as watching his hands go to the front of his pants and open them up. I'm not sure what he thinks will happen, but I look away immediately.
"Come here, Saraya."
"No…"
"Come…here."
"Fuck you, Nyx."
Suddenly, my seatbelt is unbuckled, and Nyx is grabbing the back of my head, bringing it down to his crotch. I catch myself, not letting him bring me any lower, but then he captures my wrists in his other hand and pushes my head down until my face is against his crotch.
"Take a deep whiff, Saraya. Does that smell like fucking pussy to you? Go on—smell my fucking dick!"
For a reason I can't even fathom, I do exactly that. I inhale the musky scent with a hint of—is that body wash or cologne? It definitely isn't pussy, and I doubt Mara smells like this. So, I was wrong. They didn't leave to go fuck, but that still doesn't mean I can't talk to other men.