Ace's POV.
"Good evening, sir." The manager of the highly exclusive club rushed over to greet me as I made my way through the reception with my closest friend, Jason Keller. I responded with a head nod and he prostrated like he was ready to dive into the rugged floor head first.
I had grown accustomed to having special treatment. It came with being born into unending wealth.
As we stepped into the main club, the music immediately drowned out my thoughts. The club smelt of raw and unhinged desire, the strippers working against the poles in a manner that had all the men falling to their feets.
Men with greying hair slobbered, throwing money at the half naked girls. Jason smiled excitedly, running his hands together as we settled into the darkest booth in the club, as always.
In a second's breath strippers who must've been waiting in the back rushed to our sides, doing what they were paid to do.
One with long lashes and perfectly manicured nails tried to run her hands down my expensively tailored trousers but one look at my face had her scooting backwards, turning her attention towards Jason who was ever so welcoming.
The rest did their jobs from a distance, they too frightened by the look of disgust on my face. On other days I would try to give them a flint of my attention but I'd had a bad day at the office, I simply wasn't in the mood to be touched.
I sipped my scotch in silence as Jason entertained himself with the strippers. My presence here felt pointless, and I almost got the urge to get up and go home, but I felt as empty at home as I felt here in this club, with naked women and overly loud beats.
A sigh escaped my lips as I reached for my scotch glass, bringing it to my lips when, reflecting off the glass was a red too akin to what I'd been accustomed to waking up to in my past.
My heart stopped, then started at an alarming pace. I almost gave myself a whiplash with how fast I looked up.
There, in the middle of the dance floor was a woman in a red dress that hugged her figure seductively, her hair a fiery red reaching down to her waist in luscious curls, a shade I'd seen only on the one woman I'd ever loved. The music seemed to fade into the background, time standing still.
'Who is that?' I thought to myself, my blood alternating between hot and cold, my mouth going dry.
Her movements were sensual, not in the practiced way of these strippers, but in a way that…I couldn't even describe. All I knew was that it captivated me. How she swung her hips from side to side, smiling to herself every few seconds.
My breathing grew laboured as I watched, unsure I'd blinked over the past minutes. I was mesmerized.
Suddenly, a girl wrapped her hands around her waist from behind, her shoulders bunching up in shock but as the girl whispered into her ears, she visibly relaxed.
Her movements grew more purposeful, more torturous. I tightened my fist, forcing myself to remain seated when all I wanted to do was go closer, feel how soft she'd be against me.
She grinded against the girl in a way that had my blood raging, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I watched the sensual scene unfold before me.
Then, her movements slowed to a halt and she stood up straight, looking around the club as if in search of something. Finally, her gaze drifted to me, like she'd been drawn in by the force of my stare.
Her lips parted as she stared at me,watching me for a few moments with her brows arched in curiosity.
I stared back, my cock hardening against my trousers with every passing second she held my gaze. Then, with a coy smile she resumed her torturous dance.
This time it was more fierce, their movements had grown hurried, utterly sinful. She controlled the pace, my breathing in sync with their movements.
As she threw her head back with her friend latching against her exposed neck, my body grew rigid. It was either that or get arrested.
I burned with a need I'd never felt before. I wasn't sure what I'd do if I got near this woman, and I couldn't lie, I wanted to find out.
Her friend whispered something to her and her cheeks reddened, causing the strain of my cock against my trousers to grow harder.
Suddenly, she was being pulled away in the direction of the bar. I realized then, that I'd been holding my breath. I sucked in some much needed air, running my hands over my face.
This girl had me more worked up than I'd ever been in my life, and she had come nowhere near me.
"Well, you're just gonna keep sitting there?" Jason who I'd forgotten was even beside me said and I turned to him, my brows arched in confusion.
"What?" I asked.
"The girl you've been ogling like a creep. You're not going to go after her? I've never seen you so… I don't even know what I just saw." He laughed beside me, turning back to his stripper while panic set itself into my heart like a vice.
'What if I never see her again?' I wondered to myself, the thought taking my heart in a painful grip.
I reached for my phone, scrolling to try and distract myself but who was I kidding? I looked up at least once every second, scanning the club for red hair but for the next thirty minutes she was nowhere to be found.
Then, she returned and I wish I could say my heart relaxed, but it beat even harder against my chest. If I didn't get myself under control soon, I'd have a heart attack.
Every person on the dance floor was paired, but she danced by herself, her movements unpracticed but captivating. She seemed more drunk than before, stumbling every few seconds before catching herself.
Then, a guy in folded white sleeves approached. I didn't notice him at first, not until he was just a feet away from her, reaching for her waist and pulling her flush against him.
My blood roared.
'Who the hell is that?' I thought as my fists tightened.
I watched the scene unfold painfully, my heart clanking against my ribcage like a frustrated prisoner.
I watched every move, how he held her so close to him, holding on too tight for comfort. Every second was torturous.
I watched the lust grow in his eyes, watch how hungry he quickly grew for her. He spun her around, the curve of her ass flushing against him.
He placed tender kisses against her neck and before my mind understood what was going on I was on my feet, striding to the dance floor.
His kisses had grown hungrier, borderline latching against her neck like a mad man. She squirmed against him, looking confused and frightened. That was all I needed to see.
Without a second thought, I reached for his shoulders, ripping his wandering hands away from her.
His eyes lit up in anger, but as he looked straight into my eyes, seeing the danger lurking beneath, he turned around with a defeated sigh and walked away.
Red turned around, looking disoriented but relieved.
"Where?" She asked, looking around for the guy I'd just booted away.
"Follow me." I commanded, reaching for her elbows to direct her to the bar.
She stumbled beside me, and as we entered the isolated bar, I lifted her up with ease onto one of the stools. Remaining composed even though my heart had sent itself into a frenzy.
"Water, please." I instructed and the young bartender nodded, reached for a bottle of water and poured it into a glass for her.
She reached for the empty space beside the glass, looking confused and an unexpected laugh bubbled from my chest.
She turned to me with an adorable frown on her face.
"Are you laughing at me?" She questioned, counting her words like she was unsure English was her first language.
I didn't answer, taking a seat beside her instead and guiding the glass to her lips. She gulped it down greedily, sighing in satisfaction as I set the glass down.
"How much have you had to drink?" I questioned, watching her intently.
"Way too much." She said through a fit of giggles.
"I can see two of you." She commented, placing her hands on my shoulders carelessly. Not knowing the spot she touched had lit itself on fire.
"Are you handsome? I think you're handsome."
I ignored her comment.
"Why'd you drink so much? Are you going through a breakup or something?" I inquired, my mood running hot as I thought about her having a boyfriend.
"You can say that. I was thrown into the streets like a dog. How dare they?" She muttered under her breath.
I couldn't tell if she was being serious or if the alcohol in her system had send her into hysterics.
"It's hot in here." She said with a moan of displeasure that had my body responding in sinful ways.
This woman was a temptress and I feared for my safety if I didn't run away. As if trying to prove my point, she reached for the strap of her gown, slowing setting it down and for a moment I just watched, almost foaming at the mouth like the men I'd mocked earlier, before coming to my senses.
I turned to the bartender.
"Get a key to one of the rooms." He nodded, and while he was gone I tried to keep her from undressing right at the bar.
He soon returned with a key and I escorted her to one of the executive rooms in the club. The rooms were on the second floor, the thumping of the speakers the only sign that there was a club beneath, otherwise, it was quiet.
"Where's your friend?" I asked as I opened the, doors telling myself I'll just help her to bed and leave.
"Layla? I don't know. Her plan went well though." She giggled to herself, turning to me with a gut-wrenching look as I closed the door of the dimly lit room behind us.
Before I could stop it, her lips were on mine, sucking into her sweet and luscious mouth.
My first instinct was to push her away, after all she was drunk and probably not in her right senses. But as she moaned into my mouth, my thinly held defences fell to dust. I began trembling as I returned her kiss, even more fiercely than she'd begun but she wasn't complaining.
She held onto me as I pulled her against me, my hands wandering to the curve of her ass, sinking into the tempting flesh.
Her soft moans filled the room, sending the remaining shred of composure holding me back.
Our clothes fell to the floor with hurried and desperate movements. Soon enough we landed on the soft mattress, the sound of tongues latching against one another vigorously filling the room.
Then, with one deep thrust I was inside her, her light green eyes flashing with pleasure as the raw sound of flesh against flesh mixed with our laboured breathing.
As I was about to release she held her legs against me, and I let loose inside her. Only then did I realize that I hadn't even thought of using a condom.
A content smile spread across her lips as she folded to my side. Within seconds she was out. I watched her intently, my heart thumping at an irregular rhythm.
This was something that had never happened before. Even after having sex with this woman, the irresistible pull she had on me didn't waver.
I could only describe my predicament as being majorly fucked, literally.
Then, another daunting realization hit me.
I didn't even know her name.