Three days before.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Aren't you done yet! It doesn't take that long to try on clothes!" Chloe exclaims impatient as ever as she hits the dressing room door.

"I'm not coming out in this! I don't even know why I let you talk me into even trying it!" I snap back oozing my disapproval. She's lost her darn mind, there's no freaking way!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Blake! You open this door or I'll break it down!" She threatens while Onyx begins to whine; I know he's getting wound up because of Chloe. I should have brought him into the fitting room with me, but I wanted some space to change as these cubicles are small; so I left him with her.

"Relax." I murmur to Onyx. "Go ahead, you're the one that'll pay for it!" I taunt her as I view myself in the mirror again for the tenth time.

Sure it's beautiful but, umm...yeah no.

"Excuse me is there a problem?" The fitting room worker inquires. I'm not surprised with all the commotion going on. We'll end up getting thrown out if Chloe doesn't stop pounding on the door and yelling, causing a sense as wonted.

"Hi, actually yes, my friend somehow managed to lock herself in the fitting room and we can't get the door open. Can you unlock please?" Chloe replies.

My mouth drops open astonished as I quickly whirl around towards the door and I hit it with my hand. "DON'T YOU DARE!"

"I'm so sorry, my friend is a paranoia schizophrenic who doesn't know the difference between reality, and non reality. This is her service dog and he's notified me that she's having an episode. So can you please help me? I really need to get her out of there." The lies just spew out of her mouth one after another and panic mood sets in. She can be quite convincing to those who don't know her.

She seems to be in full force today. "What I want to know is who in the world let your rump loose?" I demand. She's been very plushy, demanding, and manipulative since we got to the Wellington Green mall.

The bathing suit I've tried on is all black with bright floral print. It has barely any fabric to it. My butt is literally out for the taking as this thing is only covering half of each cheek. There's no doubt that I look great in it with my lean tone figure. But I would look just as incredible in a one piece that barely shows anything. That is gold right there! Always having a men wondering what you're concealing instead of revealing. But this? This I cannot do! It's just too much, or should I say...too little.

"Please she's hallucinating in there; she thinks someone's with her!" Chloe exclaims with fake fear her voice adding to the hype she's creating. Onyx does me no favors as he as well scratches the door and lets out a whine even louder then before. She's driving my poor dog crazy with worry that there's actually something wrong with me.

I knew I should have brought him in with me.

"That's it! I'm never leaving him with you again!" The door handle jiggles before fling open causing me to grab my shirt and hold up, covering my front. "Chloe!"

"Thank you, I can take it from here!" Chloe practically sings as she struts towards the door to my fitting room, but gets knocked out the way by a very eager Onyx. "Asshole! Haven't you ever heard of lady's first!" She scolds him.

"He'll be sure to use those manners when he sees one." I rebuke as I watch Onyx examine me with his nose before taking a seat by my left side.

She ignores my comment. "You better watch it dog, I will shave your ass!" She gives Onyx one of her habitual empty threat as she walks in. "Oh stop it!" She barks yanking my shirt away.

"There's no way I'm ever wearing this! The bottoms are waiting for me to take one step for my rump to swallow them whole!" I protest. I'm not over exaggerating it. What did she grab, itsy? Those things are a few inches shy from being a thong. But if you put them on someone who actually has a backside like mine; they become an instant thong and completely uncomfortable with all that fabric up there.

"You make noo freaking sense! You have a banging body that you don't ever want to show off! I mean, what's the point of putting yourself through all that hard work if your not going flaunt the shit out of it?" Chloe reprimands, circling me like a dang shark just waiting to attack, as Onyx settles on the floor by my side.

"It's called self respect. You should try it out sometime." I jab, earning a smack on my right arm as she comes back into view.

"You know what? I don't give a damn what you say! You look fucking hot! Besides, it's time you broke out of that shell of yours and do something different. Be spontaneous for once! You're getting it, end of!" She states grabbing the clothes that I've brought in to try on. "What did you want to keep?"

"None of them." I didn't like any of the things she picked for me to try on. "You're dragging me halfway across the world, out of my comfort zone, by forcing me to go on this ridiculous freaking trip with you, you don't think that's enough of shell breaking/spontaneous?" I scowl at her. I'm losing my patience with her and this nonsense of me needing to change. There's nothing wrong with how I live my life.

So what if I have don't let people close to me.

"The fact that you never been in an actual relationship with someone aside from the occasional one night stands...NO I don't think it's enough! The only relationship you been in is with a dog!" She grits out, then lets out a brooding sigh before continuing. "It's not healthy. You're twenty-five. It's time you let go of your fear and put yourself out there. She implores, then pauses. I know she's contemplating if she wants to say what she's thinking next. The hesitation instantly tips me off that it's nothing good. Chloe is not one to hesitate or hold back on what she thinks. She's a straight shooter, always has been.

"Look." She starts off slow knowing she's on thin ice as it is. "I know why you have walls; and I completely understand, I do. I can't imagine what it must have felt like to be abandoned by your mother at such a young age. But...you can't live your whole life afraid of being hurt again. You need this change. It'll be good for you, you'll see, and one day, you'll thank me." On that last note she stalked out leaving me annoyed at her. Though now I'm not sure if my annoyance is because of the crap she's putting me through, or because there's a part of me that knows she's right.

I look at Onyx and his head jumps up as he looks back at me waiting for me to say something to him. "Onyx's what do you think?" I mumble. He blows air out of his nose like he would with a sneeze and shakes his head. It's like he's saying no, like he's disagreeing with her. I smile at him.
My bond with Onyx is something out of this world. Sometimes I feel like he actually does know what I'm saying to him. I'll never say this in front of Chloe, but Onyx is like a true best friend. Though I know her heart is in the right place. "I concur."

"He's a dog and that was sneeze!" Chloe chides knowing very well what he did. It causes me to laugh out as I knew she would object against me getting Onyx's opinion.

I bend down petting Onyx's head a few times before giving him a kiss. I know Onyx is a dog but hearing Chloe get upset when I make it seem like he's a person is just too funny sometimes. She thinks I'm ridiculous with him. But Onyx is not just a pet to me. He's more than that. He's family. My family and best friend. He's all I have in this world. I literally can't imagine losing him. Just thinking about when the time will come that his life will come to an end instantly breaks my heart and makes my eyes tear up. I literally can't deal with just the thought of losing him.

I immediately shake off that thought now and stand back up taking another look in the mirror. I try to bring myself to fall into Chloe's choice of style and words of change. But I just can't seem to see reason.

I'm not buying it. She can cry about it all she wants.

"Oh did you like these workout pants I gave you to try on? I thought they would look super hot on you." Chloe asks poking her head back in with the pair of ombré workout pants in her hand that are black on top, then gradually fade into gray then white.

"Oh you mean the ones that ride so far up to where the sun doesn't shine? Yeah, umm no! The seam in the back splits my cheeks apart. Wearing those would be practically screaming for attention. I'm good." She rolls her eyes shaking her head as she moves away from view. "Though it's too bad cause I was loving the ombré." I add in the only thing I like about them.

"Get dressed I'm hungry." She snaps, and I know she's getting irritated with me. "You have two hours before you need to go to work. I already had Donnie reschedule me for ten as I need to finish getting my packing done. Is all your stuff packed already?"

It's already 6:30pm?! Where did the time go today?"

"Yeah, I've already packed everything I need and want to take along with Onyx's bag. They're just sitting by my bedroom door." I'm not one to wait until the last minute to get stuff done. I like to get things done in advance so I'm not rushing to get it all done at once. Waiting just provide unnecessary stress.

"I still can't get over the fact that Onyx has his own freaking suitcase! He's a dog! Other than dog food, which you said you're having delivered there from Chewy and some toys, what does he need?" Chloe continues on as I shut the fitting room door and began to strip out of the black floral bathing suit and back into my dark blue skinny jeans, red Hollister t-shirt, and black vans.

"Stuff like his bed, blanket, bowls, and shampoo incase he gets dirty. He has just as much needs as you and I." I refuse to allow her to make me think that I'm being extreme with him. Besides, he's my dog and I'll do whatever I need to do to make sure he's well taken care and loved.

I open the door and step out with Onyx in tow without me needing to tell him to follow. I grab his leash only because he has to be on one to make it seem I'm in control of him when we're in public. He doesn't need it though. I'm always in control of him. He is very well trained and listens when I tell him something. He's loyal and I trust him completely off leash. I made him a service dog so he can go everywhere with me. He doesn't need to be a service dog as I have no health conditions, but just being an emotional support animal, limited him to where he could go. So I started making him a service dog when he was 6 months old. He's trained to detect a seizure before it happens. Because I don't need his service skills, I do have to take him every couple weeks to keep his training up so he doesn't forget.

I see Chloe just leaning against the wall with empty hands. My eyebrows pull together contouring into a frown as I observe her, a little confused. "Was there nothing you liked for you?"

"Of course I found something. I had the lady take my things to the front for checkout." She replies with mischief glowing in her light brown eyes and a smug smile playing on her lips.

Oh boy, what did she buy this time?

Mostly likely some sort of crop top with short that has rips in them. "Sweet! Let's go then." I walk past her heading to the front desk for her to fetch her new outfits for our trip to San Andrés Island.

I should have known she found something for herself. She usually does when we go shopping. She's has one of those type of bodies that looks good in everything she wears. She doesn't have to worry about her boobs being too small or big, or the color not looking incredible against her tan skin, and she definitely doesn't have to worry about her rump either as it's also the perfect size. There's just one thing that she has trouble with and that's finding pants that fit her long legs. With a height at almost five-nine finding pants is an issue if the store she's shopping at doesn't carry tall or long. The main two brands she wears are Levi and Hollister which are my two favorite brands.

Luckily freaking witch!

As I on the other hand struggle finding stuff that fits my waist and butt. My waist is a little bit smaller than my behind. Because of this finding clothes that fit both aren't easy. My pants and shorts sometime are held up by a belt since I have to buy clothes that fit my bump not my waist. People always tell me I should be thankful for having a big butt. That they wish they had a rump like mine. I tell them that's cause they never had to deal with it; it's a whole another world back there. Luckily Hollister and Levi bottoms fit me the best as they're styles fits a woman's needs like mine without the ridiculous gap between my back and butt.

I even have a nickname from our friend Davis a.k.a Dj who likes to call me JLo booty. I don't think it's that big, but big enough.

Chloe rushes ahead of me to the checkout counter cutting off two younger girls. They give her nasty looks and start mumbling rude comments amongst each other then abruptly stop once they see me and Onyx. Before I got any closer the black hair, short Latin girl lashes out. "Don't come any closer!"

I stop about ten feet from them and watch as she's now giving Onyx dirty looks. Her eyes meet mine with disapproval. I quirk up my left eyebrow in response with disfavor plastered across my face. I'm daring the youngster to say more. She's got to be what, eighteen maybe nineteen? Her eyes cast away from us before she turns to her friend grumbling something too low for me to hear. Her friend that's next to the rude girl just continues to stare at us as she gives a nod and they both dash off out of line.

I roll my eyes at the ignorance. She had the audacity to show distaste for my dog when he had done nothing wrong. Sure he may look mean and scary as he's about ninety pounds with a massive head and muscular built. But I know it's also got to do with what type of breed he is as well. But he's wearing his service dog harness with the words big in white on both sides stating that fact.

Discriminating against my dog results in my instant dislike with you. One of the things I live by is you got to give respect to get it. I have no problem showing others the same courtesy that they show me and my dog. And I will defend him as if he was my actual son against anyone. Bullies have a bad rep and that's not his fault nor any bully for that matter. I believe the owners should get the bad rep, not the breed.

I let out a brooding sigh with my mood even more sour and glance at the register, seeing the lady passing over two large brown paper bag that say Hollister on the side. Chloe whirls around beaming with delight then stopping abruptly in her tracks. She looks like a deer caught in headlights. "What?" She asks unsure.

"Bro what in the world did you buy?" I demand.

Her smile returns but it looks off. "Told you I found some stuff." She says with a nervous laugh as she flinging the bags over her right shoulder proceeding to making her way out the store.

"Yeah but I didn't think it was the whole store." I lightly joke with a little laugh following as we make our way out towards the food court, Onyx quietly by my left side. "I'm getting pizza, what are you getting?"

"Of course you are. It's your favorite fucking food to eat." She huffs shaking her head. "I'm thinking Chines—

"Hey there's sex on legs, Cruella and the hairball!" Davis exclaims behind us. If it wasn't for us recognizing his voice we wouldn't have even looked to see who's being obnoxious. He walks quickly to catch up with us.

"Really, dude?" I object "And what are you doing here; I thought you were with your girlfriend?" That is an awful new nickname. It's uncalled. I don't understand why he can't just use my actual name, there's nothing wrong with it. I'm not against nicknames but at least make sure it's cute. That one is just ugly and attracting attention as there's by passers looking.

"What? It suits you." He beams at me flashing his charming smile that has been known to disarm women. Unfortunately for him, it doesn't work on me.

I roll my eyes unamused turning my back on him as I continue towards the food court. "I think I prefer JLo booty." I mutter as I hear a slap sound echo throughout the mall. I already know what happened without even needing to look.

"Davis James I know damn well you didn't just call me Cruella!" Chloe barks confirming my speculations that it was indeed her hitting Dj.

"Eww don't use my last name, mom!" He protests disgusted with Chloe's choice of using the "mom card" as he calls it, on him. Another slap rings in the air and I giggle. Those two go at each other on a daily basis. You would think they're siblings with the way they act towards each other sometimes.

"Then don't call me Cruella!" Chloe growls causing her voice to bounce off the walls in here. I walk faster wanting to put distance between me and them, as they receive looks from irritated people not appreciative of their none consideration of anyone else around them.

They've been this way since I've met them four years ago at club Posh, working together. Davis is the bartender as Chloe and I work the floor serving drinks and cleaning up. Well, we usually work the private floor which is the whole second floor of the club. The three of us instantly clicked as friends. After about a year of knowing them the three of us got a place together and been roommates since.

"Hey! What are you embarrassed?" Chloe shouts as she scurries to catch up to me with Davis foot steps following in the same pace.

"Every time I'm out in public with you two." I retort slowing my pace.

"What are you two buying now? Don't you guys think you're going overboard with this whole trip thing?" Davis inquires as he eyes Chloe's bags.

"No!" Chloe and I say in unison. "Oh, that reminds me though; Davis don't forget to clean after yourself while we're gone. If I come back home to a kitchen sink filled with dishes, I will hurt you." Chloe rebukes with scowl thrown his way.

Davis grunts. "Yeah, sure, whatever. Would it kill you guys to call me Dj?"

"Yes!" Another unison burn is thrown at him by us.

"I like Davis way better. You don't hear that name a lot." I say giving my honest opinion on the subject.

"Oh! By the way, what happened to my Reeses in the freezer? I just bought that bag the other day and it's already gone." I question on where my candy disappeared to, though I have my speculation.

"I only had one." Chloe admits.

"I had two." Davis says. I'm far from believing him on the amount.

"Yeah two in each hand with three trips!" I rebuked. "I only had one out of that bag! You owe me a new bag!"

Chloe loses it. She laughing hysterically as Davis looks lost on what to say next. He gets irritated with her and gives her a little shove then mocks her of her laughing.

It doesn't pass my attention though that he never did answer my other question. He completely ignored it. "I'm still waiting for that answer to my question. Why aren't you with your girlfriend?" I push.

Chloe stops laughing abruptly and we halt in our tracks turning our heads to the right, in his direction as realization hits that he's holding back on us. I'm sure from his point of view it looks like he's being interrogated by not only two women, but by a dog as well. Onyx has his head turned in the same direction as chloe and I like he's also waiting for an answer. But I know he's not actually staring at Davis. He's watching me, waiting for me to make a move or give a command. I'm sure it looks pretty freaking funny on the opposite end.

His eyes shift amongst the three of us a few times before his expression contorts into a frown. "What are you guys, the relationship police?!" He snaps.

I turn my head to Chloe and we look at each other for a brief moment before we turn our gaze back on to Dj. "She broke up with you." We say in unison to him.

His head jerks back as if we just hit him in the face. He pins us with a disbelieving look. "Whatever." He mutters as he whips around storming off. We begin walking around the corner giggling at his back as the aroma of food hits our nose when we near the food court.

It's too bad. Davis is a very charming, funny kinda guy that has light brown hair, dark brown eyes, lightly sun kissed skin and stands about six feet tall. His super short black beard is covering his sharp jaw line. He's definitely a handsome man who just loves to make a woman weak at the knees for him. One of his great equalities that's also his downfalls is he doesn't take things too seriously. That and the fact that the man can't seem to clean his dishes. I believe these are the some of the reasons he can't seem to keep a woman very long. But I think the biggest problem is that he's living with two women that he's not related to. Jealousy is toxic. It's like poison that unhurriedly destroys the relationship over time.

Nothing has ever gone down between any of us aside from being just friends. There's no sexual attraction. We don't view each other in that way. Our friendship is closer to a family bond than anything else. I wish the women he brings into his life would just see that and understand that there's nothing to be jealous of.

Now when it comes to Chloe's boy toys, they never last past the point of showing the slightest signs of jealousy. She instantly ends the relationship as she's not one to entertain that type of behavior.

We spend the next forty-five minutes getting food and eating what's going to be mine and Chloe's early dinner for tonight. Of course Davis came back to us after getting himself a cheesesteak sandwich from Charley's. While Chloe got some fried rice and orange chicken entree from Kelly's Cajun Grill and I got two slices of Hawaiian style pizza from Sbarro's.

Once I was finished eating, I wrapped my crust in napkins and waited til we got outside to give them to Onyx. I usually do this for him for being such a good boy with me telling him so. Of course I do give him little commands for him to do to earn them so he doesn't think he's getting the treats for free as he doesn't actually know why I'm treating him. He knows he gets rewarded for listening to the orders I give.

The Florida sky looks clear of clouds this evening as we head towards Chloe's white with black trim BMW Sedans Gran Coupe with the plan to go home to get ready for work. This is our last night working as we leave tomorrow evening to San Andrés Island.

**************

It's picking up immensely early in the club tonight. I'm not too amazed as it is a Saturday night. But it's only 8:52 pm and the VIP, also known as private floor is almost fully filled. Looks like it's gonna be one heck of a busy night tonight with bodies everywhere. I guess it's a good thing as it means more tips before we depart for a week get away.

I'm mentally padding myself on the back for deciding on my attire for the night. I'm sporting black skin tight skinny jeans that sit on me hips with black suede ankle wedge boots and a black fitted halter top that comes up just above my belly button and has a V to show off just enough cleavage. It's showing off my tone arms, shoulders blades and scalped abs that pops out every time I flex them. Which is quite often as we use our core strength for just about every body movement we do.

This is the only place I'll show a little skin as it's a club and is a requirement if you want the drunk jerks here to tip you good. As for the all black look, it's mandatory for all employees. They don't care what kind of outfit you wear so long as it's black.

"Here you go beautiful." Ben from behind the bar places the tray full of drinks in front of me as he tries his usual flirtation gesture. He throws me a wink with a smile. I just give him my usual small smile as I duck out of there taking the blocked off section close to the walls. It's made for us servers to be able to get to and from the bar and second floor without people getting in the way.

I get to the stairs just as the VIP guard Zend is moves aside to let a group of well dressed men up. The tall one in front catches sight of me trying to go up. I don't miss the corner of his lip quirk up before he steps aside and gestures a hand out as it saying, ladies first. Like every man, I give him a small smile as I mumble a thank you.

"My pleasure." He replies in a deep sexy accent. I give him my back as I begin to climb the steps, shifting my eyes to the sky, immediately knowing his game. He just let me go first so he could stare at my ass the whole way up.

Once to the top I hear Jade, the seating host, greet them. I wasn't too far away for me to miss the gentlemen with the accent, asking to be seated in my area. "Umm, I'm sorry sir but her rooms are already full—

A wicked grin spread across my face as I catch that last part before the conversation is out of my hearing range. Guess the "gentleman" is out of luck tonight.

It's a full house, only the early bird gets the worm dude.

"I know that look, who did you make cry?" Chloe inquires as she walks out of one of her rooms as I walking by.

The cool thing about this club is the hallway is more to the back, along the wall, as the rooms themselves are attached to the balcony. So although you're in a private room, you get a view of the club providing you with the experience of still being apart of it.

"No one yet, but the night is still young." I tell her with a sinful wide smile making both of us laugh. "You're here early. I thought you weren't coming in til ten?"

"I got done packing earlier than I anticipated. Don't forget, the loners means better tipping; so push up them boobs and strut that ass!" She orders with a laugh as she changes directions now going into another room.

I shake my head at her and continue making my way to room twelve to serve the tray I'm carrying with mixed drinks and beers.

As I walk in I see the two girls at the balcony screaming at Ally, the DJ, while two of the guys play pool and the third guy just watches from the bar stool. The three guys are talking amongst themselves. I walk over to the counter top by the pool table setting the tray down. I take a quick glance at the order I wrote down for this room. Two coronas, one bud light, one martini, and a margarita. I'm placing their drinks on the counter when the older, chunky man that was on the bar stool comes up to me. He takes the bud light to his lips gazing at me while taking a sip. I pick up the tray, now in a hurry to get out of here before he try's to start a conversation.

As soon as I move to turn he quickly puts the beer down. "Hey Blake, is it? Are you working all night? I was thinking maybe you would like to join me later after work?" He quickly rushes out his inquiries before I manage to get away.

I literally bite my tongue to stop myself from rolling my eyes and let out a brooding sigh. I can taste a little bit of metallic from biting down too hard. But I don't have to worry about making up some lame excuse to go with my rejection. Because I already have one up my sleeve that I use every time someone decides to entertain the thought of asking me to accompany them.

"Sorry but I'm married." I force a sweet smile onto my face in an attempt to make the blow less painful. The lie comes naturally from over time of saying it.

"That's funny, cause I don't see a ring." Mr. Chubs states matter of factly as he points to my left hand with the hand he's holding the beer in.

I try to keep the smile on my face and remain cool. This is not the first time someone has pointed that out. "That's because I lost it. Trust me I hear crap any day about it from my husband." It's flowing easy and naturally.

"Okay. Prove it. Call him, if you're really married. A simply no would have suffice, so now I want you to prove it to me. Call him." He moves in closer as if he's trying to intimidate me.

"I don't have to prove anything to you. But since you want to be an asshole you can ask him yourself." I snap, all traces of the smile gone.

I put the tray back down then and pull out my iphone. I put it on speaker and listen as it rings two times before the deep rumble of his voice picks up. "You missing me already babe?" Davis says as he answers the phone.

I go to hand the phone over to Mr. Chubs and he throws his hands up in surrender as he walks away. I take it off speaker bring it up to my ear. "Yup, just calling to say I miss you. Lots of love, bye..."

Davis laughs. "You know, you should give the poor schmuck a chance. I'm sure he's a decent guy." He offers up his unwanted opinion and I hangup before he could say more.

I picked up my tray and walk out of the room just as my apple watch dings. I already know who it is, so I give it a quick glance.

That was rude!

Juggling the tray with one hand, I pull my phone out of my back pocket and text Davis back.

Your undesired opinion was rude. Stick to the script bro.

Davis and I have an agreement. When he knows I'm at work and I call him, it's because someone with balls decided to approach me. So he pretends to be my husband so I can go on my merry way.

"You suck, you know that!" Chloe's voice rings over the loud music in the hallway catching my attention. I glanced up, putting my phone back in my pocket.

She's charging at me with a accusatory expression all over her face. "Whatever it is, I didn't do it." Is my immediate response.

"You know, in most cases I would believe that, but not this case! Congratulations, you get to take over room six for me!" She chimes sarcastically. Weird, she usually not this unhappy about passing off a room to me. Shoot she sometimes begs me to take one over when she gets frustrated with the people.

This fact is upsetting her which has me wondering why. "What's going on, why are mad and why do I have to take over one of your rooms? What happened?" The inquiries flow out of my mouth with a little hint of irritation.

She sighs heavily placing her hands on her hips. "Well you know that guy I've been telling you about?"

I don't have to think too hard as this one is the main recent one she's been talking about. "Yeah the Italian guy, what about him?"

"Well, the head honk of the group has requested you and is paying a shit ton of money to have you serve them. We're talking thousands."

I blanch at her, nearly dropping my tray, that's still filled with drinks. "Holy cheese and sprinkles!"

"Right? Who the hell just pays thousands of dollars to be served by someone?" She's demands.

I huff, shaking my head with disbelief. "Some rich billionaire who's not interested in founding something better to do with his money." I retort.

"Ohh that's not the whole sundae. He paid all that money not only for you to serve him, but for you to only serve him." She says this as she takes my tray from me. "Motherfucker had to add a cherry on top of his demands. So Roxy and I will be taking over your rooms until they leave; which will probably be all night. By the way the head honk can be quite scary, so you should careful."

I frown at her on that last part. "I'm sure that's just what he puts off to intimidate people." I grit out. There's nothing pleasant about dealing with arrogant man with a big ego.

"Sweetie, he's like Mafia type scary so please, please be careful and mind your mouth." She pleads with fear and I mean actual fear in her eyes.

Since I've known Chloe I've never seen anything scare her. Chloe is a kick butt kinda girl. I have much respect for her and her high strong personality. So the fact that she's standing before me afraid and begging me to hear her warning, has two things I'm questioning now.

She really believes he's part of the mafia and will he hurt me if I cross a line, or... she's messing with me. It definitely sounds like something she would make up just to mess with me for amusement, on her part.

I don't freaking believe her. "Are you playing with me right now?!" I demand narrowing my accusatory eyes on her.

"God I wish. But I'm not playing around on this one, and trust me you'll know him when you see him." She prompt me with a serious expression.

Then realization dawns on her and Chloe's expression sifts into a pout as she juts out her bottom lip."You know, my Italian hottie makes the night go by so much faster, and now I won't even be serving him."

"Oh I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to serve him any other night." I toss back, unable to resist the joke she opened up for me. Though I know very will that she's hoping for that to go down between them and soon.

"Hell I was hoping tonight after work before we fly off." She winks at me as I pass to her my orders notes for my rooms. "Hey but seriously, watch it in there." She fix me with a firm gaze before walking into room thirteen.

I take a deep breath, then check the pockets on my aprons that's wrapped around my waist to make sure I still have my pen and extra mini notebook. Moving onward to room six I contemplate Chloe's warning. If it is as dangerous as she says, do I really want to serve them?

As I enter through the door I'm met with a busy room filled man everywhere, and just as many flirtatious women sitting in their laps or hang on them. I come to a stop, glancing around the room seeking out the man Chloe said I'll know once I see him. But none of these men stand out to me on that level. They're all just guys having fun with the company of a woman. Sure they look like they could be intimidating, but not leader ship worthy. I'm really starting to wonder if the fudging witch really was pulling my leg.

At least with this many people as there is in here, I'm now glad I'm only working this room. Of course that's if it's even true. I'm having doubts. If she really is playing with me, I'm so gonna get pay back. I don't know what it will be yet, but I'm sure I'll find something.

I pull out my notebook and pen writing room six at the top. I contemplate for a second which way I'll start off first, the left towards the pool table, or straight ahead where the balcony is. I decide to make my way at the pool table and go around and out.

I begin to make my rounds on orders by stepping up to the first pair I'm closet by. "Hi, I'm Blake, your server for this evening, can I get you anything?" The slight short man, I'm assuming is about five-seven, five-eight with a scruffy face and all most bold head, pulls his attention away for the pretty red head that's grinding on him.

He looks me up and down then licks his lips. I have to stop myself from almost throwing up by the repulsive action. His gaze stops right on my boobs and he practically drools. The woman he's with is bent over shaking her rear on his groin and he pulls her hard against him, then again, and again. He's playing out what he wants to do.

Beyond disgusted by him, I walk away and find someone else who wants something. Two women looking as if they were offended moving past me as I try to get to where they're coming from.

"Don't even bother, they're not interested." The black haired woman who is about my height growls at me with a dirty look.

The woman next to her scuffs as she takes in my appearance. "She works here, they're not gonna be interested in her either." She snide and they both laugh as they move along.

They make no space for me to get by and I refuse to go back to where that pig is. I force myself between them and the pool table. I lay right hand down on the slate to study myself from falling over the table and in the process nearly got my fingers bang with one of the balls that was just hit. When I'm finally past the rude witches I glance up getting a good look at the two men the women were originally standing in front of before. I swallow hard. It's him. The guy that let me go up the stairs first.

His head is turned to the left as the other guy talks to him. Chloe was right, I would know when I seen him. His stance, his appearance, his aura, just screams power...shouts mafia. What boggles me is I hadn't noticed it before. Then again, I never give a guy that much attention. I'd get just enough detail to separate them from each other.

But now my eyes are open and I see him. He look like a grizzly I wanna poke, just to see how loud he'll roar. He's looks to be in his early thirties. His frame is tall, standing straight, about six foot three. His hair is jet black and styled like he combed his fingers through it. The wavy locks pushed back into place. His skin is a olive hue and his eyes are a medium brown. The short scruff on his face is well trimmed with clean edges as it covers his sharp jawline and surrounds his full plumped lips. He has a cue stick in his right hand and his left hand in his pocket.

He's no longer wearing his suit jacket. The sleeves to his white crisp dress shirt are rolled up to his elbows. It's quite visible that he works out as his taut muscles in his forearms are standing out without him even flexing them. My eyes trail down his length taking in his fitted suit pants sitting on his hips with his front bump bulging out. I immediately shifted my eyes back to his face, appalled at myself for even looking there.

What in the heck! Is he sporting a semi stiff?

If it wasn't for Chloe I wouldn't have noticed any of these things about him. I blame her a hundred percent. But I'm not gonna let this observation get to me. This is what she was probably aiming for. I'm sure it's her attempt to win in breaking down my walls.

The dark brown hair guy next to him glances my way, which makes the sexy, scary, unholy of a man look in my direction. The corner of his lip quirks up like it had the first time he saw me. His gaze is intense, locking me on the spot. My legs become shaky as if I'm walking on a wire. I dig my feet firmly into the floor forcing myself regain control of my limbs.

I'm not one to easily become weak at the knees, to fall for the whole dark desire type thing a man throws my way, and I'd be damned if I do it now. I straighten myself up, determine to show him that he doesn't phase me one bit. With pride in my steps, I bring myself to close the little space between us.

"Hi, I'm Blake I'll be serving you this evening. Is there anything you would like?" I greet, being sure to split my attention between both men, not wanting Mr. Sinful to think that I'm just addressing him.

"Yes...you." Mr. Sinful states matter-of-factly in his sexy accent. His eyes drag lazily down my body before he brings them back up to my eyes. His orbs are now darker than they were a second ago.

"Yes, well you made that evident." I retort with my hands out, gesturing the reason why I'm standing before him.

"Hardly." He murmurs as he turns head to his friend and the guy leaves. I watch as the man walks away before shifting my gaze back to Mr. Sinful.

"I haven't yet to make anything evident." He continues as he takes one step towards me, instantly closing the two foot gape I had between us. His now big form is towing over me. My five-six well, five-nine in these wedges, has nothing on his six-three. I step back just to bump into the pool table. I want to look around for help but don't want to show him I have any fear. So I stand my ground giving him a stoic gaze.

He chuckles under his breath. "You're a brave one. Good. For what I have in mind for you, you're gonna need it." His voice is now raspy. I can her the burning desire in it.

I ignore the reaction I'm bring out of him. "Excuse me? What, you don't think I can handle a room filled with bodies?"

His eyebrows quirk up and a grin spreads across his face. "Nice choice of words. Yes, I've definitely made a great choice picking you."

"Yeah ok. So why don't you backup and tell me what you'd like to have." I say with a firmness, trying everything I can to remain sane.

The smell of his intoxicating scent is not helping me as it's filling my head with the proximity of him. He smells incredible. It's a combination of cedar and jasmine and it makes me want to jump him. I'll never admit it out loud that his scent alone is fazing me. But...it so does.

He bends down engulfing me as he brings his lips to my ear, but he doesn't stop there. He brushes his nose along my cheek moving gingerly to my lips as he inhales deeply. "What I'd like, is to hear how loud you'll scream my name as I cum deep inside you."

What the actual fuck!

With all the force I could manage, I try pushing him away from me, completely outraged by his absurd words. "Who the hell do you think you are?" I exclaimed. My effort was in vain as he didn't so much as moved an inch.

"I'm a man who knows what he wants and I want you." He pulls his head back to lock his orbs with mine.

My brows furrowed as I strain to get distance between us. "I don't know you and I wouldn't belittle myself to have sex with a arrogant ass such as yourself." I grit out. I'm getting ready to yell at the top of my lungs for help, but I feel it'll be useless with the music and crowd so loud.

He moves his hands to my waist gripping me tightly to him. His hands feel massive on me. Like his fingers could almost touch each other as his hold engulfs me. "I know you. I've been keeping a very close eye on you for the past week of me being here. You are who I want."

"That's funny I don't recall seeing you until today." I sneer.

"That's because you had blinders on to the world woman. But you see me now, don't you." He stats with a smirk as he begins to trail his finger tips up my exposed skin, his nails teasing lightly.

The sensation causes my skin to tingle, breaking out in goosebumps. It feels good. That's his plan, to make me feel good to give into him. I won't succumb to him advances. I'm stronger then he thinks.

"I'm not the type of woman to just give myself to you. I don't care who the hell you are or how much money you have. You can want me all you want, you can't have me. So I'm asking you nicely, to let me go fucker!" I chide harshly as I glare at him with disinterest.

I can see he's pondering how he wants to play this out. "You will be mine. I have decided this after witnessing you not even look twice in my direction. Your not like the others. You don't want me, you don't beg to have me; well not yet. Because of your uninterested interest. You will be my wife. You will stand by my side and bear my children. You are what I've been waiting for."

I'm perplexed. I literally don't know what to say. Actually I have plenty to say, I just don't even know where to start. But one question stands out from everything that's racing through my head. "And if I refuse?"

He brings his lips to mine letting them hover just above them. "I can always make you. But I much rather you come willingly." I can feel his breath against my mouth, tasting the scotch he already drank.

His words are like venom running through my veins, lighting them on fire with a blazing burn. I can't do this. I won't agree to this. He'll have to shoot me dead before I go willingly. I decide on a different approach. Pulling my head away from him, I softening my expression.

"Please, release me." I mumble trying hard to get him to let up. I need to get away from him. This is nowhere near how I imagine my night would go.

"Cute. Never." He brushes his bottom lip against mine.

But then realization dawns on me. This can't be real. There's no way someone would actually do this.

Chloe!

This has her name all over it. I guarantee that this is a game they're freaking playing with me. Something they decided to set up just to jerk me around. I swear I'm gonna kick her butt. She wants to play dirty, game on. I can't believe they provoked me to curse. I hate cursing. It just doesn't suit me. I feel like it's ugly.

"Ok. Fine." I say sticking my tongue out, grazing his top lip with it. I'll entertain this game for tonight. But the witch better sleep with one eye open from now on.

He lets out a groan then moves in to close the little distance between our almost touching lips. I immediately push back away from him. My rear is now sitting on the edge of the table with my body leaning back, as if almost I'm descending down on top of it.

"First things first. You say you know me, which I find very doubtful. But I don't know anything about you, so why don't we talk, use this time get to know each other. How about a game?" I offer in hopes to get him off me this way, as I gestured to the pool table.

His face lights up with a wicked grin. He yanks me off the table, back on my feet as he plants a kiss on my forehead. "Deal. You break." His deep accent rumbles with a husky edge. He moves to collect the balls.

"You know I should probably get the drinks for everybody, you are paying for me to serve you guys." I state matter-of-fact. Hoping this will give me the chance to get away from him.

"It's already taken care of." He glances to the corner. I follow his line of sight and see
Chloe with a tray full of drinks passing them around.

I freaking knew it!

"So you're all mine." He gravely utters. The words oozing with pure seriousness.

"Cute." I mock back. He glances up at me with a disapproving look.

"You have a lot to learn coraggioso (brave one). So let's get on with it. Break."

I entertain the thought of running, as I shifted my gaze to the door. "I'll just have them drag you right back." He growls making me whip my attention back to him as he's standing at the end of the table with is arms crossed. He's expression is dead serious as he glares at me.

"Whatever." I grumble walking over to him snatching the cue stick from his hand, then proceed to break the rack he set up.

That's how it played out for the next two hours. Him asking questions about me, with him giving very little information about himself as we played pool. I got his name though, Marcelo.

Then I caught a break and he got a phone call. It must've not been good. His expression became murderous. It scared me. I wanted to move away from him. But still determined not to show him fear I stood, my ground, not showing that it phased me the slightest. He hung up saying he had to leave but that he'll be back tomorrow night to get me. He demanded me to be ready for him; to settle all my things that I need to settle throughout the day.

Jokes on him. I won't be here.