❝I've already made up my mind, I want you and only you. No one else... because to me, you're my kind of perfect,❞
In the ruthless world of wealth and power, Adrian Ivanov reigns as a cold-hearted man, devoid of remorse. Love holds no meaning for him...
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"That's right, keep going," I said as I grab a fistful of her hair. She chokes with tears in her eyes and looks up at me as she tries to catch her breath.
She whines and looks up at me, wanting to let go.
"Shut up and take it,"
Her eyes grew wide and she took my shaft into her mouth once more. She bobbed her head up and down my length repeatedly when I heard a knock.
She continued sucking until another knock was heard. I shoved her away from me and quickly pulled my pants up. Fucking shit, "Get back to work", I snap at the girl coldly.
"Do I need to repeat myself? I said lea-" she shook her head and lifted herself off her knees before walking towards the door to leave. Walking back to my desk with a sigh, I sat down.
"You better have a good reason for knocking on my door right now Jake,"," I called out.
I knew it was Jake, he was my assistant at the club. No one else was permitted to be in my office without my permission.
Fucking cunt.
"Boss, we got a new one." Jake spoke upon entering. I stared at him with my brows furrowed.
A new what?
"What are you doing just standing there? Get inside," he spoke and a girl stepped into my view.
Standing before me was a stunning young lady, one of the most beautiful women I've ever laid my eyes on. She possessed such captivating features with her black hair and chocolate brown eyes that were too busy admiring my office. I swiftly glanced toward her chest, where she was wearing a low-cut v-neck shirt.
Goddammit.
"Valentina," Jake called out, gaining her attention. Fuck, even her name sounds sexy. I've noticed that she wasn't from here. She has striking features and I was dying to know where she was from.
"Um yes?"
That voice.
"I'll leave her to you boss, oh and trust me when I say she'll do your club good," a smug smirk crept across Jake's face before he left the room.
My eyes fixated on her. "Good evening, my name is Valentina Russo" she spoke, avoiding my gaze. I continued staring at her until I saw her squirm in her place as my eyes scorched through her.
She must be here to work as a stripper and I didn't know how I felt at the thought of that. Even with just a shirt and jeans, I could tell she has a hot body underneath, which left me in a daze. The sight of this girl was enough to cause my hard erection to feel like it was ready to rip through my pants.
I gestured her to come closer.
"Now strip," I ordered.
It looked as if she was taken back by my sudden words. She stood there with her mouth open as if I was crazy, why is she just standing there?
"Take off your clothes," I rolled my eyes, losing my patience. She was really pretty, but that's about it. Women have never meant anything more to me than a fuck. That's just me.
"What are you doing just standing there? Take your clothes off." I snap at her and she didn't move.
"I um I-"
If there were one thing people knew about me, it was to never disobey orders. "You're not waiting for me to strip you down, are you?" I scoff.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't aware that this was part of the job interview," she instantly apologized.
"You want to become a stripper at my club and won't show me your experience? Pathetic, now get out of here," I sneer at her. I couldn't care less about being harsh.
"What no! I didn't come here to work as a stripper, I was supposed to take up the waitressing job" she confessed.
She's not a stripper? Jake, that useless shit.
It was that piece of information that set me at ease and I had no clue as to why.
Taking my phone out of my pocket, I called the motherfucker. "Idi syuda seychas, ty v der'me," I growled through the phone.
