Clubrooms Diary

Chapter 19: Tough Shit

MALAYINA

May 10th 2018

I reach the corner of the building next to the Club. Huffing and puffing like my fat ass has just finished

running a marathon, and I'm short of breath. Taking the bus can do that to you when you absent-

mindedly get off three stops before yours. I'm tired and being here, at the club. Is the last place I wanna

be right now. Caddie is still on the mend and baby Jaxson still requires a lot of attention. Sleep wasn't

something I was able to indulge in last night. It was a requirement that had to be pushed aside.

I walk through the carpark and with impeccable timing, a big black SUV pulls in and parks up. I quickly

walk through the carpark, trying my best to shield my face with my hands.

"Please.., Please.., Please.., don't see me," I whisper, walking as fast as I can. Trying my best to move

without being detected.

I reach for the door handle, and at the same time, a hand firmly lands on my shoulder.

"Mikros." His heavy accent cuts right through me.

I jump with fright and gasp. Placing a hand over my pulsing heart I turn to face him.

"Amar," I say, sighing.

I look up into his beautiful green eyes that are fiercely focused on mine. I pull my bottom lip in between

my teeth and gently nibble on it. I can feel his eyes touching my soul and it's causing my skin to heat

up.

"After you." He finally says as he opens the door and waits for me to enter before he follows me inside.

I walk straight to my room desperately trying to swallow my nerves. I turn the handle and enter. I wait

for him to enter before I close the door, locking it behind him.

I turn to face him and suddenly my back's pushed up against the door, with a light thud echoing through

my ears. Amar leans in and uses his body to imprison me. His face is close, and his minty morning

breath fans my face.

"You were supposed to show up to work yesterday, as we agreed." He growls.

"Caddie needed me after your bodyguard ran her over," I say scowling at him. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

He leans in closer, the tip of his nose touches mine, and he lets out a small frustrated growl with one

corner of his lip rising.

"What did I say to you, mikros?" His eyes heavily on mine.

I swallow. "You own me until I can pay you back," I respond through gritted teeth.

"Nai." He smirks.

Knowing he has me right where he wants me. Vulnerable and timid.

"No one owns me, Amar. I'm nobodies property." I say with disdain.

I place both my hands on his chest and try to push him away. Attempting to create some respectable

distance between us. I fail and he chuckles like a mad fucker with a death wish. I huff, blowing the

loose strands of hair out of my face.

"I distinctly told you, I will come to see you every day. Until you tell me something worth listening to."

He arches a single brow.

His hand moves down to my hip and he grips on to me with firm fingers. The tips of his fingers dig into

my skin, my breath catches, and with wide eyes, I continue to stare at him.

Never in my days, have I ever felt the need to slap some asshole right into next week.

"Jaxson needed me." I groan.

"I need you." His voice is firm and demanding.

"Are you a five-month-old baby?"

"Óchi- No." He says in Greek, then English.

" THEN, You don't need me," I say boldly.

"BUT I do." His fingers dig deeper into my skin, causing a slight discomfort sensation. "I need you to

pay my money back." He smirks.

"You've waited all these years, I'm sure a few more weeks won't kill you," I tell him with a huge smile on

my face.

He releases my hip and brings his hand up to my face, clutching my jaw in his hand. There's a pinch of

pain, before pleasure that accelerates from my face right down to my pinky toe

"If you weren't such an innocent soul, I'd have fun breaking you into submission." He purrs.

I accidentally let the slightest sound of arousal leave my lips. Amar Diamandis was desirable four years

ago when I met him. Now, when I look at him he's fuckable with a capital F. It's making my body feel

things I shouldn't towards him. He's dangerous and can rid my body of this corrupted world with a snap

of his finger.

"About that." I nervously say.

Building the courage to tell him of my plan.

"I refuse to touch you Mikros, no matter how much you beg me to." His voice is laced with desire and

his eyes hold a hint of lust circling inside of them.

This time I push him hard, harder than I anticipated, and it sends him stumbling back a few feet. I

swear if I had blinked, I would've missed the shock that crossed over his annoying handsome face.

"I wouldn't let you touch me if my life depended on it Asshole." I narrow my eyes, giving him the dirtiest

look I can muster up.

"Is that a threat, ómorfo korítsi?" He says displaying a jaw-dropping smile.

"It's a promise." I glare at him. "And, don't speak to me in Greek. I don't understand you."

I hate being left in the dark. Whether its visually or vocally.

"Beautiful girl." He takes a step towards me. "It means beautiful girl. You're absolutely beautiful when

you get mad." His eyes slowly feast on my body.

I look down at myself, and I'm wearing a baggy hoodie, ripped jeans and some beat-up old running

shoes. Not exactly the sexiest attire to get a hotshot Greek like Amar all flustered over.

"Eat me," I say rolling my eyes.

Both his brows raise with amusement.

His mouth opens and before he speaks a word, I raise a hand cutting him off.

"I'm auctioning my virginity." My voice comes out pitcher than I would have liked.

He looks at me for a few seconds before he tilts his head back and gives a throaty laugh.

"Still a major Asshole as ever I see" I mumble to myself.

"You... You're going to sell your virginity?" He continues to laugh like he's high off crack.

"Yes, me," I say in a sarcastic tone.

"You, you do realise you work in the sex industry and you are ACTUALLY planning to sell yourself." He

slowly starts to sober from his laughing fit, wiping away his tears filled with laughter.

"Oh, ha-ha-ha. I forgot to laugh." My blood slowly starts to simmer with irritation and the room quickly

begins to get smaller and smaller.

"Are you that naive to honestly believe that someone will pay you One hundred thousand dollars?" He

scratches the side of his jaw.

"Someone's already willing to pay twenty-five thousand as of this morning," I say in a snarky tone.

Twenty-five thousand is a hell-of-a-lot better than the Ten thousand I currently have. I logged onto the

dark web last night with Caddies help. She still remembered Aces log in details. Repeating every so

often, how he wasn't a complete waste of space after all. It took us forty minutes to set up my profile.

And, Twenty-eight attempts to finally get the right light for her to take my snapshot on her phone. And

still, I wasn't completely satisfied with the results. But, I knew I couldn't keep asking her to continue.

She was still very sore after being knocked over by the SUV.

"I won't allow it." He says firmly.

And yet, he thinks those four little words mean anything to me.

"Tough shit, the auction will continue for the next forty-eight hours. Whether you like it or not." I abruptly

turn, unlocking the door and I exit the room.

"MALAYINA!" I hear him shout, with pure irritation.

~You're going to get us slaughtered if you keep talking to him like that!~ My inner goddess wails.

~We're dead either way!~ I tell her as I march my ass off towards the changing room.