His Exclusive Stripper: You Are Mine, Don

My eyes pried open, as I looked around the unfamiliar room, the memory of last night’s hazy.

“You are awake now” a voice said making me jump back in fright.

I turned my head, staring at the figure of Antonio seated on the chair beside the bed I lay on.

“Did you drug me?” I sprang up, raising the blanket to check if I still had my clothes on. Thankfully I still had it on.

Slowly the event of last night kept coming back bit by bit in a scattered mess of pictures.

“I wouldn’t rape you without your consent if that is what you are asking, la mia troia” he took a sip from the mug he held in his hands.

It annoyed me how calm he was while I felt extra self-conscious. “It is not like that isn’t something you could do” I began putting on my shoes.

“You should be thankful I gave you a room in my house last night since you didn’t have a ride home”

My cheek heated up in embarrassment, he must have been the boss in question. “Thank you” I muttered.

“You should go on your knees and take my cock in between your pretty lips” he got up and walked slowly to me and yet again I was reminded of the reason why I hated him even if I could feel the chill that ran down my toe.

With every step he took toward me, I took the same steps backward, and his lips slowly curled into a smirk.

“If you ever think I am going to do any single thing you say, then you’re dreaming and you need to wake up from it as soon as possible,” I said, trying to sound calm and not frightened but instead it was the opposite.

I clenched my jaw when I felt my back finally hit the wall, “What are you doing?”

He didn’t reply, instead, I could feel his eyes roaming around my body, the same look I saw in his eyes that I saw in his eyes last night was the same look he was giving me currently.

He slowly covered the distance between us, each footstep he took was slow but graceful, he placed his right hand beside my head and bent his head to look at me, while I did the opposite and raised my head to stare at him.

Trying to mask my facial expression with a blank one but I guess I wasn’t doing a really good job at it and I hated it.

Hated how being so close to me made my heart beat fast with… fear.

I guessed he noticed my discomfort because he sighed and shut his eyes, turning his back to me, he walked away and sat on the chair he had seated on a couple of seconds ago.

A sigh of relief escaped my lips, I shut my eyes and placed my hand over my racing heart.

“I wonder what you were scared of. Do you really think I would stoop so low to rape you?” ‘he asked, raising an eyebrow over the other, a questioning expression appearing on his face. “As I said earlier, I won’t do anything to you without your consent”

His voice pulled me out and I opened my eyes to meet his, it was really a struggle to keep maintaining eye contact with him.

I replied immediately I found my voice, “Scared? Do you really think I was scared?” I asked, forcing out a laugh.

“It’s no use trying to deny it. It was written crystal clear on your face, and your chest was heaving up and down heavily, I could hear the sound of your heart beating from the distance that I was. If it’s not fear then what is it?” he asked, tilting his head to the side, while still maintaining holding my gaze with his.

I blinked, shocked but I didn’t let it show on my face, instead, it was a confused expression that found its way to my face, “What do you mean? Those did not happen…”

“What’s the use denying it, what’s your goal?” he threw another question at me.

I parted my lips to answer his question but instead, he intercepted me and gave an answer to the question he asked himself.

“I guess you are trying to look bold and stubborn”

I parted my lips to give a reply but he intercepted me again and this time I could feel frustration slowly seeping into me until I heard what he had to say next.

“The offer still stands though, in case you’re wondering,” he said.

I stared at him in confusion, acting like I didn’t understand what he meant but maybe what he meant with that statement is not what I think it is.

There was only one way for me to find out about that, I decided to voice out my thoughts, “Offer? Which offer are we talking about here?”

“Ah, I see, someone is trying to act dumb here,” he said, leaning his elbow on the armrest of the chair and he rested his cheek on his palm. “You know, all these acts only make me want you the more,” he added.

I frowned at what he said, showing my displeasure, the hate that I had for him had increased double-fold at this rate.

“Are you kidding me, you are still up with this shit, I already gave you my response already,”

“Are you sure you want to reject this offer? The benefits I called out, still stand with it you know,”

“I am still not interested, do you think I will be easily swindled by money?” I asked, already getting annoyed with each passing minute that I spent with him.

“Nope, I don’t think you would, but I am still not giving up though. Did I forget to tell you that I always get what I want?”

“This conversation is clearly a waste of time,” I said and walked past him, storming out of the room.

Before I could leave, I heard him say behind me in his usual calm voice, “The offer still stands though, in case you have a change of heart”

I turned a deaf ear to what he said and wrapped my hand around the doorknob, not turning back to give him a reply, I pulled the door open but it didn’t bulge.

I frowned and tried again but it didn’t bulge, already frustrated, I turned back to ask him what was wrong with the door but instead, I saw him standing behind me, the distance between us was not even up to five inches.

I shrieked and moved back, pressing my back to the door. I saw that his right hand was outstretched, pressing flat against the door, which was the reason why the door was not opening, while his left hand was buried deep in his pocket.

My eyebrows drew closer to each other, and a silent question appeared at the surface of my mind. “How did he get here so fast and quietly, not even making the tiniest of noise in a short amount of time?

“See, I already told you…”

“Shush and let me talk. Let me call someone to take you home” he said.

“I would have to respectfully decline your generous offer even though I know there is no catch to whatever you offer” I replied, my voice filled with as much sarcasm as I wanted it to be.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

He let out a chuckle and removed his hand from the door, he slipped his right hand into his pocket and took a couple of steps backward, expanding the space between them, he replied, “Is that what you think of me?”

He shrugged and added, “Anyway, suit yourself. Every deal I offer to you still stands though, until you take it”

He pulled out his hands from his pocket and picked the mug he had dropped, he took another sip from it.

Still keeping hdi gaze on Ophelia till she walked out.

“You don’t have to worry yourself, I won’t pick any one of them,” I said and pulled the door open, slamming the door shut while I walked out of the building and headed straight to the road, flagging down a taxi.

I slipped inside and rubbed my temple softly, a sigh escaping my lips, I told the taxi driver where I was headed to and he ignited the engine of his car immediately, taking me to where I was headed.

I paid him off after he dropped me in front of my house and made my way in.

I fiddled with the key and successfully unlocked the door after a couple of seconds.

“What’s with that look on your face? You look a bit awful” the voice of Charlie drew my attention to him.

I tipped my head upward a bit to look him in the eye, my lips slowly stretched into a smile.