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8 ELIJAH

The music reverberated throughout the place as I had a girl on my lap, dancing. I had recently arrived at the club with colleagues from the industry. It had been a long time since we had a good night, and this Saturday night was going to be the best of all. The woman was quite eager about me because, under her words, she had caught a big fish. To be honest, I don't mind indulging women like her in any way they want.

Several women started coming up to the VIP section with bottles of champagne and sparklers that lit up with sparks as they passed by.

"Bro, I'm going to lose my mind tonight," my friend Mike approached me with complicity. "Later, I'll head up to the fourth floor and close the night on a high note."

"It's your call," I shrugged, a mocking smile on my face. "Just don't go overboard with the sadism. Last time, they had to clean the room like five times."

"Don't worry, tonight I'm in the mood for vanilla sex," he joked before bursting into laughter.

I knew perfectly well that there wouldn't be any vanilla sex. You see, Mike Scott loves rough sex, both with girls and guys. He doesn't discriminate against anything or anyone, and he loves to see them enjoy a good dose of sadomasochistic sex.

"You're quite a case," I shook my head.

The waitresses arrived at our VIP section, and among them, I spotted a tuft of reddish hair that drives me damn crazy. I had avoided the club for a whole week to stay away from her and resist temptation, as I had promised to keep my distance. However, thanks to Harold, I found out she had been out with the guy from the café.

I was very close to going to her house and reminding her that I was the only one who hated touching her, but then I remembered I couldn't do that.

Each waitress stopped at a table, and to my lucky stars, Alicia ended up right in front of me. Her gaze immediately traveled to the girl sitting on my lap, and I could see her expression darken... or maybe it was because of some club lighting. She placed what she was carrying on the table and proceeded to leave without looking back.

"Uhuhu! Who's that gorgeous redhead?" Mike asked, quite interested.

"Out of your league," I responded quickly.

"Wow, wow, wow!" Mike burst into laughter. "Have you banged her yet?"

"No, Mike, I haven't, but I think she has a boyfriend."

"And? I'm not going after him, but after his girlfriend."

"I still don't think she'll give you the time of day," I tried to control the jealousy that was growing from deep within me.

"How much do you want to bet?"

A smile appeared on my face.

"100?" I spoke.

"Just 100 USD?"

"No, no, no, 100,000 USD."

"Alright, I have no problem with that." Mike got up from my side and adjusted his attire. "I have 100,000 to win."

"You have until midnight, Cinderella." I teased, knowing that Alicia would likely send him packing back to the VIP section. I watched him walk down until he reached Alicia, who **greeted him with a big smile.

That damn smile she gives to everyone but me!

I watch as Alicia bursts into laughter and lightly taps Mike's chest. I push the girl off my lap and move closer to the railing of the VIP booth, carefully observing what Alicia is doing.

*Is she really flirting with Mike?

No, this can't be possible at all. She doesn't flirt with club customers.

That voice in my head spoke, but what I was seeing was completely true. Alicia and Mike were having a pleasant conversation. I step down and blend in with the dancers on the floor, trying to prevent that conversation from going any further.

I, Elijah Morgan, wasn't going to allow Mike to be the first to sample Alicia.

"Hey, buddy," I interrupt their conversation, draping my arm over Mike's shoulder.

"What do you want?" Mike looks at me incredulously.

"Nothing," I glance at Alicia. "Don't think it's going to be that easy." I smirk at Mike.

"I knew you were an asshole," Mike shakes his head. "Alicia was telling me about how good of a boss you are."

"Yeah, I'm sure she speaks wonders of me."

"Not exactly," Alicia dared to speak up. "Mike, it was nice meeting you. Hope to see you around here more often."

Alicia leans forward and plants a kiss on Mike's cheek, igniting a terrible and difficult-to-repair anger within me. She walks away, leaving me completely dumbfounded.

"That beautiful redhead will be mine by the end of the night," Mike walks away from me, lightly patting my back, and I can't tear my gaze away from Alicia.

I clench my fists and head back up to the VIP section, where I grab the girl who came with me and fiercely kiss her on the lips. She wraps her arms around my shoulders and presses her body against mine.

"Let's go upstairs," I murmur near her ear.

"I was hoping you'd say that," she responds.

I lead her to the elevator, and we ascend to the fourth floor. People in this area were more discreet because they were public figures and high-ranking officials, fulfilling their dirtiest fetishes. We head straight to my office, and I press her against my desk.

She lifts her short dress, revealing her ass and the tiny thong nestled between her cheeks. I unbutton my pants and pull them down along with my boxers, exposing my already erect cock, eager to be inside her. I grab a condom from within my pants and slide it over my shaft. I push her thong aside and penetrate her forcefully.

"Yes!" she moans as she feels me inside her.

I start moving with force and speed. I wanted to release all the anger that had built up due to Alicia. She's the one who has been feeding the monster inside me.

"Give it to me harder, daddy!" she moans again.

I smack her ass hard and don't hold back. Her pussy gradually tightens around my thick and pulsating cock. It's so wet from her that it easily slides in and out, and I feel myself getting closer to orgasm.

"I'm going to come! I'm going to come! I'm going to come!" she moans incessantly.

"Come for me, you slut," I smack her ass again, which is already red from the spanking.

And then the door to my office slams open abruptly. I turn to see who it is, and what a surprise I get. The fiery-haired woman is standing in the middle of the doorway, watching me fuck a girl. But it's because of Alicia that I'm fucking this girl and not her.

Alicia, looking uncomfortable, quickly closes the door to my office. My erection, at this point, is more than flaccid. Alicia killed any chances of an orgasm simply by appearing at the door of my workplace.

"Are you done?" the girl asks. Apparently, she had been moaning so loudly that she didn't even realize someone had entered the office.

"Yeah," I lie, pulling out of her and then removing the condom, knotting it, and flushing it down the toilet. Many girls have tried to get pregnant by me just to extract money, and I'm sure this girl isn't an exception. I could tell by the disappointment on her face.

I straighten my clothes, and she fixes her hair and adjusts her dress.

"Let's go," I open the office door, hoping Alicia isn't still there, and she isn't.

We head back down to our VIP section where our friends are waiting for us. Mike, in particular, has a huge smile on his face, so I approach him.

"I hope Alicia's visit to my office has nothing to do with you," I warn him.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he shrugs, and I grumble. "You're the first person I know who's still bitter after getting laid."

"I'll kill you, Mike Scott, if I find out this was your doing."

"Friend, if you like the redhead, why didn't you say so? I would have stepped aside from the beginning. You know I respect your women. But, I'm not backing down from the bet either. If she saw you fucking her, she's definitely going to seek me out for revenge, and I'm not about to lose 100,000."

I shoot him a deadly glare, and then I scan the crowd to find her among the masses, but I can't spot her.

"Because she doesn't want anything to do with me, but... her stubbornness drives me damn crazy," I huff. "Can you believe she ordered a variety of tacos a week ago?"

"And you let her do that?"

"Yeah, I don't know what curse that girl cast on me, but I've fallen head over heels for her stubbornness," I huff. Then a good idea comes to mind. "I have a new proposition for you."

"I'm all ears," Mike grins.

"She has two jobs because her father has cancer and..."

"You want to win over a dying father first?"

"Well... I'm sure he won't accept my help."

"And what makes you think he'd accept mine?"

"Well... this is going to pain me," I take a deep breath. "But I'll let you win the bet, with one condition: you increase it to 200,000, and you have to give her 100,000 for her father's treatment."

"Deal," Mike agrees. "Lucky for you, I know where she is."

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