Lycan Prince's Human Girl

Prologue

The lights were hitting the eyes like fire. There was a bizarre aroma around the environment. Xtc was in the air and many tall girls were dancing around the pool. The eyes filled with lusts were moving on the hot dancing bodies. She filled the glasses with wine and turned in a rush. She had to serve more than 40 in the next three minutes.

"Again in a rush?" asked Oliver, the bartender.

She rolls her eyes.

"As if it is the first time," she said and walked towards the last row.

She served the whine to those lustful, prevented men and turned.

"Amanda, you need to serve in," said Oliver.

She looked at him and narrowed her eyes.

"Oliver, you know I don't serve privately," she said, annoyed.

"Zara is not on duty today and the manager said you have to do it," said Oliver, sadden.

"But you know, my brother has no idea that I am working here or else he would not have let me work," she said, angrily.

Oliver took a deep breath.

"Only if I could go, I would have gone in your place. You know how excited I am to see 'Him,' he said while putting pressure on the word 'Him'.

She looks at him confused while narrowing her eyes.

"What do you mean by him?" she asked.

He rolled his eyes.

"You don't know, Holly molly. Xavier Allen is here," he said while primping his hair. "And I am dying to meet him," she said.

"Allen who?" she asked.

Oliver was now looking at her as if he had seen a ghost.

"Do you know where you are living? Do you know who you are? Amanda, how could you be so mean? You don't know him? It's Xavier Allen, the infamous tycoon in the country," he said.

She rolls her eyes again.

"I don't care who it is, all I know is that he is some random rich guy who got a lot of money. At least he is living a happy life," she said.

Oliver looks at her sadly.

"Are you down again?" he asked.

She took a deep breath.

"I need money for Brandon's treatment, they say he needs an operation and I have to pay for that. He is my only family Oliver," she said, sadly.

"Have you asked the boss?" Oliver asked.

She chuckled, sadly.

"He said, he can pay but I have to sleep with him," she said.

Oliver opens his eyes in a manner as if they have grown in the size of a tennis ball.

"I knew he is not a good person in the name of man but I never knew he could be this much pervert," he said.

She took a deep breath.

"You know I am totally new to this town. I have to work harder for my brother," she said and grabs the tray.

Oliver started filling the glass with a cocktail.

"Hey, relax, you can do it," said Oliver.

She smiled and walked inside one of those cabins where private meetings are being held. She really needs that job or else she would have to quit.

She walked inside. She was looking so hot in that short black dress with the same black choker and long leather gloves. Her cleavage was revealing in that mini dress.

She was a bit shaken because she never has been a bottle girl for the private meeting. She could feel a lot of eyes on her body.

She started serving the cocktail without looking at any man and then she walked towards the last man in the row. She felt an awkward silence in the meeting.

"I should do it quickly. Maybe they are quiet because of my presence," she thought and looked up to the man she was serving and at the same moment she felt her body turned into stone.

"Him?" she almost whispered what he heard.

His eyes were getting red due to anger. She knew she was doomed.

A very night appeared on the screen of her mind and so does his words. "If I ever see you there..." his voice echoed in her head.

His deep blue eyes were digging inside her, they were cold and ruthless. She felt a chill through her spine. She was so lost that she did not realize that the glass over-flowed. The cocktail was now flowing down from the glass to his shoes. He did not break his eye contact with her.

"You scum, what have you done?" a man screamed, making her startled. She looked at him and then down towards the shoes.

She gasped.

"Oh, I am sorry," she said.

"Who sent her here? She does not know how to serve in a private meeting. First, she ignored the main person Mr. Xavier served everyone and now she threw cocktails at him?" another man screamed.

"What Mr. Xavier? He is Mr. Xavier?" she stopped herself from screaming and saying that loud because another sentence echoed in her head.

"You want to know my name? You got that dare to say it?" he hissed in her head.

"Oh no, I will lose this job for sure, no no, I have to do something," she thought.

Xavier on the other hand was looking at her with stone expressions.

"Oh Mr. I am sorry. I ,I can clean this mess," she said and grabbed the tissue from the nearby table and started cleaning his shoes.

His expressions changed for a while and he got up.

"You have offended him. Bitch, he does not like to be touched," said another man.

"Where is the manager, I need to sue this bitch," said the first man who screamed.

Xavier raised his hand and everyone went quiet.

She looked at him. He looks so scary and dominant and hell handsome.

He took his shoes off and threw them away.

"I hate my things to be touched. What's mine is mine," he said while looking inside her eyes in a whisper-like voice and she felt as if her spine was broken. She was unable to move.

A man walked inside holding a box in his hand. He gave Xavier a pair of new shoes.

He wore the shoes and looked at Amanda one last time and walked out of the room.

"We have almost made him agree on the deal and the meeting has ended now, all because of this bitch," said the man, annoyed and walking towards her. She took a few steps back.

She could sense she was in brief danger.

"I..I am sorry sir," she tried to say something.

"Oh, he left me here, he left me like he did to his shoes," she muttered while looking at the shoes.

The men were walking towards her like hungry dogs.

"Oh brother, you were right about this place, I will get raped," she said while closing her eyes but the door opened with thud and recognized the man who entered. He was the one with him during that very night, a week ago.

"Kevin, Kevin, help me," she remembered his name so she asked for help.

"Your boss said, he needs this girl as a stripper here," said the man named Kevin with a smirk on his face. She looked at him jaw-dropped.

He turned. "This will be fun," he muttered while walking out.

"What? Is he out of his mind? He cannot do this to me. No, I am not a stripper here," she screamed while the man held her up.