My excitement to join social media was partly ruined by Adrian who wants to control it. Nonetheless I still made an account on Instagram but chose not to tell him unless he asks. Last night when we were at his place and he told me to give him the username and password once I make it, my mood sulked. He noticed so he tried to take my mind off it and lighten the atmosphere. However I asked for him to take me home with the excuse of being tired and needing to wake up early for work. He drove me back and that's pretty much all that happened.

This morning I went to the library, did my shift and then got home. I took some nice pictures before going to the club and posted one of them.

When I arrived I noticed Adrian wasn't there once again and it bothered me a lot. After I danced to a couple of songs and was able to take my break, I texted him.

'Are you coming tonight?'

I kept it short and to the point. Asking Tom over the bar to pour me a drink, I checked my phone constantly for a reply. He gave me my drink and looking at it, I realised that since Adrian entered my life these became a habit. As I drifted off thinking about it I didn't realise that Scarlett approached me.

"Trouble in paradise?" She spoke mockingly, taking a seat on the stool next to mine. I looked up from my phone at her, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"Adrian. He doesn't come to watch you the way he watched me. But I guess you deserve it for getting in between. Karma is a bitch." My jaw dropped at her statement. How does she have so much confidence to say something like that? I mean I wouldn't be so sure I know something just like that.

"I didn't get in between. I rejected him so he came to you, then he tried to get me again." I proudly told her that it was him who wanted me and initiated everything. But instead of keeping her cool, Scarlett flipped unexpectedly.

"You lying bitch!" She screamed and suddenly pulled my hair. I lost my balance and almost fell off the bar stool. Tom who was watching everything rushed towards us.

"Oh you didn't just do that!" I shouted back and spilled my drink all over her. She waved her hand to hit me but Tom held her back, and as I was to do it myself, another guard grabbed me.

Both of us yelled and helplessly kicked with our legs, but we were held tightly. We raised commotion among people at the club and many guests turned their heads to see what is happening. I raged at how she had the nerve to come at me like that, but she seemed even more pissed, driven by jealousy.

Tom and the guard took us to two different corners of the club and forced us to sit, giving us water. Other girls including Ellen tried to take the attention off the scandal and calm the guests. I breathed heavily and counted in my head till I calmed a little. Then I looked at my phone.

'Not tonight. It's best not to provoke Scarlett.'

Thinking it's too late for that, his message just angered me further and I couldn't stop myself from sending the reply I sent.

'Pussy.'

In that moment Tom approached me and we spent about fifteen minutes arguing. He insisted for me to go home, he sent Scarlett away too, and I insisted to stay. I was so mad at everything that I literally shouted at my own boss who was trying to be calm. Eventually I gave up, got dressed and stormed out of the club, bumping into someone at the entrance door.

I growled realising I dropped my bag and went down to pick it up. When I did I realised that the person I bumped into was Adrian who looked very pissed himself.

"Oh there you are! Come with me!" He ordered pulling my arm angrily but not harshly. I took a few seconds to process what just happened.

"I can walk!" I rolled my eyes, his angry manner making me more irritated. He opened the car door for me to go in and I did. He slammed it closed and went on his seat.

I felt too annoyed to ask him why he was annoyed too. He didn't drive for long and he stopped in a dark parking lot. Before I could ask him what we were doing there he grabbed my arm above the elbow and pulled me towards himself. I gasped loudly and lost a sense of balance because with such ease he managed to pull my whole body, placing my chest and head on his lap. It was a very awkward position.

"What are you doing?" I asked once I managed to catch a breath. Feeling very uncomfortable as my stomach was getting stabbed by the things in the middle compartment, I tried to get up but he pushed me back down. "Ouch!"

All of a sudden a heavy blow landed on my ass over my skirt. I flinched and quickly came another one. I made noises in pain but he just kept on giving me more blows. I'm getting spanked by a man twice my age.

"That's for calling me pussy. You'll talk to me with respect or next time it won't be over clothes." He said in a determined tone emphasising that he didn't lift my skirt but spanked me over it.

"But I didn't mean to be disrespectful! It wasn't like that!" I tried to explain myself but he wasn't having it. My head was buried in his lap, my stomach now hurting.

"You're a little brat. I can't believe I had to spank you before even kissing you." I couldn't see it but I felt like he rolled his eyes. Finally, he helped me get up and put me back into my seat. I reached for my stomach immediately, rubbing my hands on it for the pain to go.

I didn't say anything just kept quiet. What happened turned me on and I just couldn't help but wonder what other sexy things he will do to me. It kind of makes me want to be disobedient and get in trouble.

"Oh so you got wet slutty girl...You're not supposed to enjoy your punishments." Without realising, I was pressing my thighs together and rubbing them against each other due to tingling sensation I felt down there. It was definitely noticed by Adrian who pointed it out, making me red.

Once again I opted to remain silent and not answer anything. It was embarrassing yet exhilarating at the same time. I liked his eyes on me, watching me be all turned on. His deep husky voice saying it out loud and calling me a slutty girl didn't help it. It just added to it all.

We were stopped by the ringing of his phone so I rolled my eyes without him seeing. He picked it up.

"Tell me?" Wow those are some manners... "Yes I fired her because she isn't good. I'll find another one, do it yourself until then." He continued after the other person spoke. "Okay, bye." He cut.

He sighed and turned to face me while I just sat quietly.

"It's my dad. I fired our cleaner because she wasn't doing it properly." He explained. I wonder why he speaks to his dad with such disrespect.

"And you notice these things?" I asked in pure curiosity and amusement. Usually men could live with one metre of dust and wouldn't even realise.

"Well imagine how bad she cleans when I did." Or in that case better say doesn't clean. "I need to employ someone else." Once he said it, the idea suddenly came to my mind.

"Oh I actually have a suggestion. Ellen, the redhead girl from the club is looking for a morning job." I proposed and it sparked some interest.

"She cleans good?" He asked and I nodded.

"Well she never had a cleaning job but her house is always tidy. And she needs the money so she won't risk getting fired." I answered and he nodded in agreement.

"Sure, text me her number when you get home." Happy that I helped out, I couldn't wait to tell Ellen.