Clubrooms Diary

Chapter 32: Forgotten manners

MALAYINA

May 12th 2018

I'm relatively positive I had my first sex dream last night.

I woke up this morning moaning and I'm pretty sure I was climaxing at the same time. Waking up in a

pool of my sweat with my body tangled between my sheets isn't my usual wake up stance. I vividly

recalled the visions of his sweat cladded body on top of mine. His hips slowly thrusting forward with the

sound of our coupling filling my ears, overriding all my senses, confusing me from what was real and

what wasn't. It felt almost alien-like and erotic at the same time for me. I was so wet I had to rub myself

into a toe-curling orgasm with him heavy on my mind.

Hours later and I'm standing behind the bar listening to Lisa ramble on about what I'm meant to do. But

all I can think about is Amar making sweet sweet love to me and he's due to make an entrance through

the door any moment now.

How am I meant to look him in the eye without blushing or wondering if he fucks as good as he did in

my dreams?

"Mal... Are you still in there?" Lisa snaps her fingers in front of my face.

Bringing me back to existence.

"Yeah, sorry." I blink my eyes a few times to shake off the dirty images in my head.

"As I was saying..." She points to the dishwasher that is loaded with glasses.

"You don't want to run the cycle on hot. You'll shock the glasses by doing so and as a result, they will

shatter when you remove them from the dishwasher or place them inside the fridge."

She presses the cool cycle button, bringing the hunk of junk to life.

"So under here." She opens the cupboard doors under the beer tap sinks.

"Is where we keep the kegs. When you've hooked on a new one you need to fill a jug to get rid of the

froth. Or you'll just be giving our punters too much head." She gives me a cheeky smirk and a wink.

"Too much head?" I giggle.

"Well, I can't be doing that now can I?"

"No, babe. I'd hate to see what Amar would have to say about that." We both crack up laughing.

Our little laughing fit gets cut short when someone loudly and deliberately clears his throat. I glance at

Lisa who's looking back at me with wide eyes. We both know we've just been snapped laughing at the

Greek God himself.

"Fuck." I mouth to Lisa.

She bobs her head with an undeniable grin on her face. I take a deep breath and I slowly turn around

to face my tormentor.

"Amar." I gulp.

"Would you like.." He holds up a hand and I clamp my mouth shut.

"We need to talk." He doesn't sound too pleased about it.

I step out from behind the bar and come face to face with him. Without a word, he places his hand on

the small of my back and starts to lead me out of the bar. I turn my head to look back at Lisa, who's

staring at me with a frown on her face.

Help!..... I silently call out to her wishing our minds were mentally linked.

"Keep walking Mikros." His heavy accent makes my heart skip a beat.

He leads us out of the club.

His black SUV is parked up with 'The Hulk' holding the back passenger's door open. My steps falter.

"Where are we going?" I couldn't control the tremble that coated my words.

"We need to chat in private and we can't do that in the club."

I get into the SUV and scoot over to the other side of the vehicle. Trying to open the door discreetly.

"Child lock." He smirks.

Obviously knowing how my mind ticks and he's always one step ahead of me.

"Amar, I have a job I need to get back to." I nervously mumble.

Trying my best not picture him naked as my cheeks flush. I fan my face suddenly feeling like I stepped

into a sauna. Pushing the button for the window to roll down it doesn't budge.

Amar leans over me and pushes the small button next to the button I was continuously pushing.

"It's broken." I pant, feeling like I'm going to pass out.

The pad of his index finger pushes the button down and the window begins to descend. I stick my head

out the window taking in big breathes. Filling my lungs with anything but his cologne. Even if the air

smells of rain and sewage.

Jeez... Pull yourself together!

My inner goddess hisses at me.

"Mikros," He gently says touching my shoulder.

"Stop calling me that." I groan, suddenly hating the fact that he still sees me as a 'Little One'

"I'm eighteen now." I bring my head back into the car and put the window back up.

"I'm a woman." I clearly state, wanting him to see me as one.

"Nai, I've noticed." His words are laced with amusement.

Good one dummy.....

Keep acting like a frightened little lamb and he'll eat you for breakfast and spit you back out.....

My inner goddess pipes up once more.

I steal a glance at his face. There's no longer any signs of laughter. Rather, I'm greeted with lines

deeply carved into his beautiful face, his eyes scowling back at me and his lips are drawn into a thin

line.

"Your contract is now void." He starts.

"It wasn't easy finding the loopholes or contacting the industry to pay them off to get your file removed

instantly." His nostrils flare as he continues to watch me.

"You have cost me money, time and a lot of patience Malayina." He emphasises my name darkly.

I squirm in my seat, my body lighting up under the intensity of his gaze.

"I'm sorry, I thought it was a brilliant plan at the time. I admit I was wrong."

I apologize through gritted teeth, mentally rolling my eyes heavenward.

"Nai, next time, try to do a little less thinking. It only seems to land you in a puddle of shit where I'm

having to dig you out." He sighs, leaning back in his seat, rubbing his hand over his face.

"Fuuucck. You." I say loud and clear.

I've never asked for his help. We are in this situation because of him and my rotten father.

Not only that.

It's not like I went out seeking to be indebted to him. He demanded I be pulled from the auction.

Before I could see it coming.

His fingers wrapped themselves firmly around my face, clenching my jaw shut, silencing me from crying

out.

Touching the tip of his nose with mine, he snarls like a vicious wolf and I whimper into submission.

"Do you need to be taught some manners mikros?" He grounds out, adding extra pressure to my

jawline, sending a surge of excitement through my veins.

He brushes his lips against mine........ Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.