CHAPTER 1

HE looked into my eyes like he could see right through me. He had his hand around my waist as he pulled me closer to him, leaving no gap between us.

My breath hitched in my throat, and for once, I forgot how to breathe.

He was a handsome young man, the kind of man every girl would want to have.

I was confused by that moment, as his eyes moved from mine to my lips and back to my eyes.

He was a perfectionist in my eyes. My eyes fell on his chest and I wondered how it would be to feel it with my palms.

Suddenly, it was as if time had ceased when he brought his lips to mine.

My eyes closed on their pact, and the moment I gasped for air, he took advantage of it and deepened the kiss. My legs wobbled like jello.

The kiss was good. He grabbed my behind in a calm but all the same, aggressive way. I was losing my mind, and he knew it.

My lower lip was bitten, but not in a way to cause any pain. I whined softly and I bet he was proud of himself because I could feel him smile through the kiss.

My entire body was on fire.

"Do you want more?"

He asked hoarsely and without a second thought, I nodded.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Use your words, baby girl. Do you want more?" He asked seductively and I groaned lightly before answering.

"Yes, yes."

He sucked on my neck like a nectar, nibbling and turning me on without even trying hard.

Then, all of a sudden, the heat stopped.

"You will have to work hard for more, baby girl."

He smirked.

"What?" I asked,

disbelief in my voice as I opened my eyes. But immediately, I noticed my surroundings differed from where I was earlier, and then, the realization settled in- it was just a dream.

I did it again. I fantasized and dreamt about HIM.

I walked over to the little fridge on the right corner and grabbed a bottle of water to drink.

"Girl, it's almost time. You're needed up there."

Rayan patted my shoulder after talking and went away, writing only God knows what in her notepad.

It was time to work. It was time to let them chant my name; Ronnie.

I didn't enjoy working here, in a club, but life circumstances pushed me to it. So every night, I find myself here, wearing clothes that cover almost nothing to please these lust-ridden men. It had become a part of me now and I didn't care anymore.

Or did I still care?

I walked boldly to the dancefloor, and every night, my confidence level went to higher heights. I gripped the pole and at once, I stopped thinking and began dancing in all sensual manners

according to the rhythm of the music being played. It was annoying seeing all these men ogle me, but who cared where I would be paid at the end of the day for my sensual moves that made them spend money coming to the club all the time?

I danced, and the pole and I became one.

"Oh yeah! That's it, girl." I heard one drunk man's voice over the loud music.

"I wouldn't mind spending all my money just to watch you do this every night. Damn! You're so attractive."

Another guy slurred.

I hated all the things they said to me. After about an hour, the time on the dancefloor was over.

With not so much of a glance their way, I rushed off to my dressing room.

"That was another good performance you displayed out there."

My body froze on the spot like I had been glued to where I was standing. That voice, that Husky voice I have been hearing in my head all this time, was right behind me.

"Aren't you going to look at me?" He whisper-asked and I fumbled with my steps when I was turning around.

Finally, I was face-to-face with him. The handsome man I'd been fantasizing about was in my dressing room.

"Your moves were amazing as always." He spoke firmly, gently rubbing his thumb over my cheek.

"T... thank you." I stuttered.

"I've been seeing you dance every night. You're good. You just happen to get my attention all the all the time." His eyes trailed over my body.

"Mm!" I replied.

"I want to make you an offer." He paused for a moment and continued,

"Dance for me privately."