Chapter 8: 8


    I know I shouldn’t start off this little arrangement on the wrong foot, but something tells me bringing his


    good-time girl up here after making me wait this long was more of a power y and a message than


    anything. Carrero is a devious one, and he’s trying to put me in my ce.


    I really do toil over whether I should suck it up and y nice, or tell him where to get off. Stuck for a


    moment in deciding what to do. I have always been the game yer and never had to second guess


    my actions because I am being yed; this is all new for me and has me doubting my own decisions.


    ‘’Sure … Whatever. Something stronger than wine. I have had my fill tonight and I could do with a


    nightcap.’’ I cross the floor, letting my robe fall loose so it reveals all mouldedce and definite peeking


    of nipples through the thin material, because I am not about to go easy on him when he just threw


    down a gauntlet at me. I may be backing down and having a drink, but I will y it my way, in a semi-


    transparent negligee andck of underwear.


    I always have a n.


    I slide onto the couch in the middle, so that wherever he chooses to sit he is going to be near me and


    watch that strong back and shoulders flexing as he makes drinks silently. He’s discarded his jacket


    somewhere and is still in a white shirt and ck trousers, which are a little fitted to his mass form and


    completely bewitching. He seemspletelyfortable in this space and knows where everything is,


    so I assume he spends more time here than he initially let on.


    Alexi wanders back casually, stopping to hand me a ss of brown liquid and ice, and sits about three


    feet away from me, stretching his legs out to meet the square ss coffee table that nestles in the


    centre and getsfy. He scans me briefly with those wolfish eyes and makes noment on my


    inappropriate attire.


    ‘‘How are you settling into the apartment?’’ He looks at me with a closed off expression, confident in


    just taking over this space and takes a drink, resting his arm along the back of the couch so his fingers


    are almost level with my shoulder. Nothing in his manner to suggest he even cares that I might be


    annoyed with him.


    ‘’Completely at home and settled. I’m someone who is used to adapting to new surroundings quickly,


    and you have good taste, it’s a very nice apartment.’’ I cross my legs letting my peach coloured


    nightwear slide up as I do so, and don’t bother fixing it; my robe fallingpletely open. I have a nice


    figure and naturallyrge bust and I have no doubt that he is notpletely immune to me and catch a


    flicker of appreciation cross that squared face briefly.


    ‘’Good; it’s handy having you staying over the bar, especially once this ce starts to change and you


    can be close by if need be. I aim to stick around to see this done over the next couple of months and


    I’ve cleared my schedule to be here. Lucie understands that things are changing; he won’t be an issue


    anymore.’’ He takes another drink, and this time I follow suit and almost choke on extremely potent


    Brandy. It’s never been a drink I enjoy and just reminds me of someone I would rather forget; that


    stench was all that ever oozed from him, and when he drank a lot of it his perversions swayed into the


    sadistic.


    I shiver as I push the memories away and focus back on the here and now.


    ‘’So, are you going to be more specific in what I am here to do, apart from help design your club and


    find you sexual objects for misuse?’’ I get straight to the point bluntly, still simmering with annoyance


    and losing that edge of seductive charm I’m normally oozing.


    He smiles at that, a small amused smile and tinyugh into his ss as he drinks it down.


    I don’t know what’s so funny and he just irks me more.


    ‘’You’re my hostess, my go-to girl. You will be the one that makes sure the evenings go to n and


    everyone is catered to. That’s what you excelled at before and I want it done here. Keep my clientsContent held by N?velDrama.Org.


    happy, and the money will start rolling in.’’ He leans back and rxes into looking my way once more.


    Scrutinising me, sizing me up and I can see it. Not hiding it at all.


    ‘’So, I am not expected to join in the sex sessions then? Perform favours for your benefit?’’ I raise a


    brow haughtily with sarcasm, my stomach churning with apprehension, making it clear I am in no way


    about to agree to that shit regardless of my past, and he shakes his head. Thankfully, as it’s a deal


    breaker for me and I want to make that clear from the get-go.


    I’m an ex- hooker, not a current one and never will be again.


    ‘’As far as my clients will be aware, you belong to me. They won’t touch what’s mine; you do your job


    and nothing else.’’ Said like he means it, and I can’t help the small weird warm feeling rising in my


    stomach at those words and shake them away quickly. It’s not pleasant, a reminiscent ‘you belong to


    me’ running through my mind and push it away.


    ‘’So, I belong to you now? In name or in duties too, and what does that ownership mean for me


    exactly?’’ I always learned if you do not ask then you will never know, and I want all my cards on the


    table before I get any further into this with him. It sounds like this is a deal with benefits, but his


    statement downstairs contradicts that.


    These kinds of men have different meanings of ownership. Alexi pauses and looks down into his ss


    as he swirls the ice, considering my question it seems and slides his drink down on the table between


    his feet, before pushing it away and returning to a casual pose.


    ‘’It means exactly what it sounds like … You belong to me and while I own your ass, you live here, work


    for me, and don’t do anything without my permission. It’s that simple.’’ He gives nothing away with tone


    or expression and I inhale slowly, trying to calm my internal rattled pounding nerves. I raise both brows


    this time and give him a look that just says I am not exactly happy with this little statement, nching at


    the idea that he thinks he can ask this of me. I don’t care if he saved my bacon—he wants to control


    me and with nothing to reward me in return.


    It’s one thing to mark you as off the market for other men if he’s screwing you, but another thing entirely


    to get a virgin’s life handed to you.


    ‘’Do you own more than my arse? What about my own needs? What if I want to sample a little


    ytime?‘’ I gesture to his room, indicating his own little fun waiting in there, annoyed that he thinks he


    can rule who I fuck even if I don’t have any current toy boys. Who’s to say I won’t take a fancy to one of


    his clientele? Someone a little more open to me than he seems to be. I will not stop looking at the


    bigger picture, and if a better deales along to get me out of this mess then I will pounce on it. He’s


    not sounding like the fun I thought he was going to be.


    ‘‘Not in my apartment, or on my time, which is now all of yours. You can do what you want to do when


    you are no longer owned by me but in the meantime being mine means exactly that. Until your debt is


    clear … every single piece of you belongs to me.’’ The way he looks deep into my soul tells me that he


    isn’t messing around with this. I push down the urge tough at his ridiculousness, but instead, I keep


    my cool adjusting how I am sitting to show more leg and cleavage and ster on a sexy smile of


    indifference. Ignoring the tension building in the air and the hint of atmosphere because this is going in


    a direction I am not happy with.


    ‘‘You said you don’t want to have sex with me, but yet, it sounds like you’re shelving me as yours


    regardless. I’m not ying ball! You can’t tell me who I can screw while I am to live a celibate life in a


    room next to you banging God knows who.’’ Anger erupts, even though I am trying to keep my cool,


    and the edge to my snappy tone makes him narrow his gaze on me. He seems to instantly be a


    lot more intimidating with practically zero change in his face.


    ‘’Yes, I can. In this business what you do reflects on me. You’re being given responsibility and ess


    to powerful people and who you fuck means a hell of a lot more than you realise. Keep your panties up


    and your legs closed, or I will show you a side of me you won’t like.’’ It’s a veiled threat all right. Calm,


    cold and precise. He’s not ying around, but my inner fire is not about to go down without a fight. I


    hate people thinking they can control me in any way. I didn’t fight my way out of Ennd and run


    thousands of miles to go back to that life, and I sure as hell didn’t scrape by on the streets to get myself


    a new master and pimp.


    He ignites my fiery rage and my body instantly pinks up with the way my blood boils to the surface of


    my very pale skin. I have a redheads colouring, even with a scattering of freckles, and I hate that when


    I get mad it’s literally visible on every part of me.


    ‘’I sell sex yet I’m not allowed to have any. I’m not a fucking nun.’’ I snap at him loudly and uncross my


    legs as I m my ss on the table too.


    ‘’No, you’re not. You’re Alexi Carrero’s property and that means something. Get used to the idea, it’s


    not changing anytime soon, it’s not negotiable in any way shape or form. Let’s call it small print in your


    Fifty-grand contract.’’ That smart arse tone and the way he looks at me like a smug prick makes me


    want to bash him in the face with his bloody ss.