C3 Chapter 3: Arrogant Sexy Jerk

I twisted the door knob and took a deep breath before plastering my usual seductive smirk. I walked in and closed the door behind me. I then rose my head to look at the man that I was supposed to cheer up. I froze.

Holy Shit!

The man sitting in front of me was damn sexy. He was wearing a black suit. His messy black hair made him look like a bad boy but his grey eyes had something soothing in them. He was staring at me, without any emotions. I was pretty sure that if i ran my fingers on his jaw, I'd probably cut myself because it was so sharp. My eyes raked his body. I could noticed tattoos on his hands. The sleeves of his suit hid those tattoos.

"Are you done checking me out?" He asked, looking bored. I blinked several times, then focused on his face. He had his arms crossed over his chest.

"Actually, No" I answered truthfully and made my way to him. I could hear the soft music playing in the background.

"Let's get this done" he said as if it was a torture to him. I stood in front of him, suddenly feeling intimidated by this man. He was the definition of handsome.

"Any other man would jump in happiness at the idea of a woman dancing half naked on him" I told him, making him raise his head to look at me. No. He wasn't looking at me. He was glaring at me.

"I'm not going to jump in happiness at the idea of a Whore dancing all over me" he said with an evil glint in his eyes. He was trying to hurt me. I knew that. Hatred started building inside of me for that man. I shrugged and proceeded with my dancing steps. I tried to be sensual but it was really difficult when you had a non reacting man in front of you.

"Not everyone has money like you" I whispered as I leant near his ear. "I hate that job as much as I hate you" I said as I sat on his lap and danced. He looked surprise by my words.

"Then why continue this?" he asked as he motioned to my body on his. I stood up and opened his legs before standing in between them.

"I was paid to do this" I dropped down and slowly stood up, popping my ass out. As if it wasn't half naked already.

"Of course you'd do anything for money" he said with a humorless chuckle. I stopped dancing and stared at him.

"Of course I'd do anything if I'm helpless" I said. He scoffed and slightly pushed me backwards so that I wasn't on him anymore. Asshole.

"Then maybe you should start selling that body of yours" he spat. "Because obviously, you're not good enough" he added as he pointed to his pants. I've had enough of this arrogant jerk. I have to admit that this one kinda bruised my ego.

"Or maybe the problem is with you" I said as I pulled the hair band from my wrist and tied my hair in a ponytail. I was trying not to slap this sexy face. "Maybe you should go to a male strip club, maybe you'll find yourself at ease there" I taunted before turning so that I could leave. However, just as I was about to twist the door knob, I was pulled back by the arm. I turned to glare at the man and clenched my jaw.

"Are you saying that I'm gay?" he asked with clenched jaw. I rolled my eyes and decided not to answer. Just as I was about to make a move to leave the room again, he pulled me to him and pushed me on the door. I could feel his breath on my face. I tried not to shudder. No, not in disgust but in pleasure. Don't question me on why he was making me feel this way. This arrogant sexy jerk had an effect on me.

"Move" I demanded with closed eyes,not wanting to show the lust that I was feeling for him. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him.

"Open your eyes" he demanded. I opened them and saw him staring at me with determined gray eyes. "I'm not gay, sweetheart" he said slowly, his voice huskier as he spoke.

"I-I need to go" I stuttered, while trying to free myself from him. He pinned my hands above my head and gave me a smirk. No. Not a playful smirk. But a dangerous smirk. Suddenly, he buried his face in the crook of my neck and took a deep breath. I shivered, goosebumps raising on my skin.

"Why the mask?" he asked. I kept quiet as he moved his hand to my hair. He untied my hair and let the hair band fall on the ground.

"Why are you touching me? I'm a whore, right?" I asked as I stared at him, right in the eyes. He stared back at me and didn't answer. Didn't he just call me a whore? He buried his face back in my neck and lightly blow on my face. That felt good. Damn good. When his lips made contact with my skin, i bit my lips to stop a moan. I could feel his hands letting my wrists free. My hands fell on his shoulders. My eyes were closed as I concentrated on the feelings that I was getting. What the hell was he doing to me?

I felt a wave of pleasure run through my body when he opened his mouth and sucked on my skin. The moan that I was trying to keep back, just came out. As soon as he heard my moan, he groaned and pulled back. I thought that he was pulling away but instead, I felt his lips on mine. He wrapped his hands around my waist and lifted me up. My legs wrapped around him and one of his hand held my neck and the other one supported my weight. My hands were wrapped around his neck, wanting more of him. He gently pinched my skin, making me gasp. He took the occasion and slide his tongue in my mouth. I could feel the heat between my legs. He groaned when I bit his lips and this caused me to smile against his lips. I could feel a bugde near my legs and when I realized what it was, a smirk grew on my face. I pulled away and jumped back on the ground.

"I'm not gay" he said. Oh, so he was proving this to me? I smirked and pointed at his pant.

"No you're not" I said. "Seems like I did my job" I told him when I saw the bugde in his pant. With that, I picked up my hair band and quickly walked out of the room. I closed the door and leant against the wall.

What the fuck just happened?

My hands were soon on my lips, feeling how swollen they were. Damn. That was one hell of a kiss. This man was infuriating, confusing and annoying. But still, he had something that intrigued me. I made my way back to the dressing room, trying to get this kiss out of my head. Once I entered, I saw Jerry, Dean and Rose sitting on the couch. Dean quickly stood up when I entered.

"So?" he asked looking expectantly. I gave him a smile and shrugged. "He reacted?" he asked, making me roll my eyes. "Keep rolling your eyes, maybe you'll find a brain back there" he muttered, making me gasp. I playfully smacked his arm and he chuckled.

"Why are your lips swollen?" Rose asked and a gasp soon escaped from Dean's mouth.

"Holy shit! He kissed you?" he asked in pure disbelief. I nodded. "What? How? Why?" he asked quickly, shock written all over his face.

"He kissed me just to prove me that he was not gay" I told them as I sat next to Rose who was still staring at my lips.

"What?" Dean asked in confusion.

"I called him gay?" I said with a sheepish smile. Dean's eyes widened and soon he burst out laughing.

"I wish I was there" he said while clutching to his stomach. "He wasn't mean?" he then asked while wiping a few tears away. What was so funny in this?

"He's a real asshole" I said truthfully. He nodded and shrugged. "He called me a whore and said that I wasn't good enough" I continued.

"He got a boner?" Rose asked from beside me. I nodded with a proud smirk and pulled my sports bag to me.

"I knew I was right about you" Dean said proudly. I chuckled and motioned him and Jerry to leave the room.

"I need to change" I said. Dean nodded while Jerry just walked out of the room.

"Can i have your number? In case, I need your services again?" Dean asked, causing me to glare at his Ken face. I just realized that Dean and his brother was really the opposite.

"You won't get my number. That was the first and the last private dance that I gave" I told him while crossing my arms over me chest. "Now, you can leave" I said. Dean would be an amazing friend in the daily life but I couldn't risk telling him my real name.

"Come on" he whined. "You're pretty funny and I'd like to meet you out of here! Just as a friend" he said while staring at me with sincerity. "Rose already gave me her number" he said as he pointed towards her.

"Well, i live with her. If you need me, give her a call" I said. I didn't need stalkers or creepers in my life. I think it's already difficult enough.

"I swear, just friends. I already have a fiancée" he said proudly. My eyes went wide and I glared at him.

"Then what are you doing here?" I asked in disbelief.

"Getting married in two weeks. My friends brought me here to enjoy my last days of singlehood" he said while rolling his eyes. I nodded with understanding but still refused to give him my number. I mean, wouldn't his fiancée feel bad to see strippers number in his phone?

"Get out now" I practically begged. "I'm tired and I just wanna change and get back home" I said. Dena sighed and nodded while closing the door.

"He's really funny" Rose pointed out as I started to change back to my leggings and my hoodie.

"Yeah he is" I agreed. "He seemed pretty immature for a guy who's going to get married" I chuckled, Rose laughed and nodded.

"Talking of marriage, are you going to your sister's wedding?" Rose asked. Silence fell in the room as I thought about it.

"I love my sister, but I sincerely don't wanna see my parents" I told her while putting my stuffs in my bag. I took my car keys and Rose stood up from the couch as we made our way out of the club, through the back door so that on one would recognize me as I took off my mask.

"It would hurt Alena if you don't go" Rose said.

"I know. That's why I'm still thinking about it" I mumbled as we reached my car.