THE NEXT DAY---
Lying shirtless with his face against the bed, he waited for the lady Ortega hired to massage him.
His eyes were shut close but he was in so much alert, he was in deep thought on whom the lady that kicked his face was.
How dare she? Who is she? No woman had ever refused him before, but this one refused him and also kicked his face in addition.
What a dare!
He will surely do everything within his power to get her, No matter what!
The lady that will massage him entered his magnificent bedroom and she nearly gasps at how beautiful and manly it was. This Zalexander really got the money as was rumored. It's an honor to be there tonight.
Every girl's dream became hers. With her pants and bra she slowly climbed on his straddling him.
There was a beautiful tattoo of a spider on the left side of his back.
She sneered, his back is so damn sexy and it's already making her wet. Imagine how the front view will be? She will just reach orgasm without been touched.
She knew her only job here was to massage him but she will try her best to get him to fuck her. Men can't resist her touch, not even Zalexander.
She applied the oil she came with on her palm.
"Do you really not want any other thing Sir?" She asked so seductively as her hands started massaging him.
Zalexander didn't respond or give out any reactions when her hand touched him. He was just like a lifeless mannequin.
"Sir..."
"Do what you came here for and fuck off?" His cold masculine voice rang in her ears, making her gulp but she wasn't giving up. She slowly leaned down and placed a kiss where his tattoo was.
Zalexander's closed eyes flashed open, he rolled her over. The girl grinned, her magic worked but what came after was a shock to her.
He immediately grabbed her neck, his cold eyes glaring into hers.
"If you want your head still intact on your body, fucking disappear through that door" His cold voice hammered out on her face.
The girl slightly struggled, he released her as she immediately took to her heels. What a devil! He's really a devil.
Nonchalantly he walked towards his table picking up his cigarette. He lit it up and started smoking_releasing the smoke in the air.
His mind was filled with the girl that kicked his face at the clubhouse.
Taking up his phone from the table. He walked towards his couch and sat crossing his legs.
Nonchalantly he dialed Ortega's number.
"Let's hit the club, I still got unfinished business there"
***
"You're fired Limo Lycan" The manager of the clubhouse announced to Limo, making her eyes widen.
"Why?" She asked wondering what she did, Did that man she kicked his face last night report her or what? No, she can't lose this job.
"Leave Limo" The manager ignored her question.
"After all the sales I made for you last night? At least give me half pay of my weekly payment" She stubbornly stretched her hands towards him.
"Leave or I will call the security to throw you out" The manager strictly said.
"You think I'm scared of your damn security? Do that and I will expose how you secretly smuggle illegal drugs here" She scoffed grinning at once.
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"Woah!!!" Limo rejoiced as she count her bunch of money, the manager paid her extra money. Payment made for three months, begging her on top of it. He was shocked how she knew about his illegal drugs_but Limo the wise bitch Knows how to play her game.