Hydes, the dance floor, and the strip section brought back all the memories that were hidden deep inside my head. It took me back to the time when there was no contract or control.
"I am letting you work and earn. From this moment, if you want to earn money for your sister's treatment, you should work here." His voice echoed in my ears. "You are so eager and enthusiastic to earn money, aren't you? I am giving you back your life. Earn."
If he brought me to Hydes thinking it'd hurt me, then he was wrong. It wasn't embarrassing or anything because it became a habit for me to serve him. Except it was not the villa but Hydes.
"What are you thinking? Isn't one customer enough for you?" He shouted angrily.
"I don't mind if there are others besides you. After all, you brought me to the place which is so familiar to me." I gritted my teeth. "So, yeah! A lot of people. A lot of money. A lot better."
He shut his eyes for a moment, controlling his anger. Whatever the reason, he hated when I talked about other men, and my reply definitely angered him, which satisfied my ego.
I didn't wait for him to respond and stood on the dance floor, saying, "I hope it won't bother you if I'm not in my stripper costume."
Bending my body down, I lifted my ass up, starting the dance moves. He poured himself a drink and kept his entire focus on me while I swayed my hips in a rhythm.
Holding the pole, I tried to perform some moves, but I wasn't able to do it, as I was not experienced in any of it. I was only taught a few sexy moves to attract customers.
Then I lay on the floor, giving him the view of my back, and as I felt his gaze gliding across my body, I lifted my ass up a little, shaking it.
Standing straight, I lifted my hands up after slowly touching my body with my fingers and then continued with my leg raises when he signaled me to go to him.
My dance came to a halt with his command, and I walked to him. Our lips almost touched when he fiercely pulled me to his lap, making me sit on top of him. His palms rested at the sides of my hips, keeping the balance.
Redness spread across my face when his hands traveled inside my top and rested on my bra.
"Pour me a drink."
He took my top off, and then I poured the drink and brought his glass near to his lips.
Our eyes locked as he drank the alcohol from the glass that was in my hands. He put the glass away, and his lips made their way to my cleavage.
"You are so good at your work."
He unhooked my bra and cupped my breast with his mouth. Wetness pooled between my legs as he slipped his hands inside my panties.
His hardness started to rub against me as if he was about to explode, and he unbuttoned his pants and lifted his ass up to pull his pants down. Not wasting another minute, he took my pants off, and his cock that touched my womanhood started to erupt millions of sensations in my body.
The anger and fury were intense, but the passion and sparks whenever we were closer were more powerful. It was true that we both were angry with each other, but it was the last thing our bodies cared about.
Slowly, his length started to fill inside me while my thoughts went to the pills that I might need to take later. His grip on my butt felt tighter while I held the edges of the couch, riding him.
"Yes, that's my good girl."
Low grunts escaped our mouths as I kept bouncing, ignoring the pain, which was soon replaced by pleasure. Sweat formed on my forehead, and my grip on the couch tightened.
Reaching the climax, I let out a loud gasp and wrapped my hands around him, digging my nails into the back of his shirt.
He patted my back while I clung to him like a koala hugging a branch of the tree.
"Keiran!" I said, in between my breaths. "Why can't we hate each other properly?"
Hugging me tightly, he said, "Because we don't hate each other."
We then stayed in the same position for another few minutes until I broke the hug. Coming back to my senses, I got dressed and said, "I hope this is enough. I am expecting you to send me the money that I asked for."
Without saying anything, he sent me the money that I needed and took me out of the Hydes.
The next day, I paid off the bill and went to see Mira, who pretended that everything was fine when, in reality, she was missing her VIP room.
"I think my subscription for luck is expired. I am back to where I belong." She said meekly.
My face turned pale, and I held her hand, looking at her with my apologetic eyes.
"But I love this. I get to see a lot of people." She pretended to smile.
Sadness started to consume me, but I gulped down my emotions.
Holding my hands, she said, "Forget it. I want to ask you something."
"What is it?"
"I saw the news. What's happening with Matt? It had been months since I saw him… and you rarely speak about him nowadays."
"Mira..." I bit my lips wondering what to say. "A lot happened and…" I let out a frustrated sigh. "Because of one mistake, everything fell apart."
"Did that mistake ruin your relationship too?"
Her question surprised me. Narrowing my eyebrows, I asked, "Why did you say that?"
She shrugged her shoulders, saying, "Your face doesn't shine anymore when we talk about him, and you don't seem to be in love with him… Your eyes… they search for something else. Or someone else."
I always had my doubts, and it scared me to hear it from her. I shook my head, saying, "Mira! Matt is like family to me. I always love him."
She gave me a dissatisfied look but then kept quiet, not dragging the conversation. As we talked to each other, Mira's caretaker entered. We three had a normal conversation until the caretaker said, "I am so sorry that your friend's office is shutting down. He always carried a gentle smile when he came here. I hope he's alright."
"Shutting down?" I was perplexed. "Who said that?"
She then showed us her social media account, which had been bombarded with the trending topic in business circles, and the headline 'AcadM is shutting down in a week' left me speechless.