I noticed Blake walking away while I was speaking. All the other girls in the club were staring at me, giving me smiles and winks but my eyes were only on her. She was the only person not interested in what I was saying. And it made me want her more, want to break that shield of hers. She acted tough, but I wanted her weak for me.

I smiled when Blake froze in place to my words. I wanted her attention and I got it.

"And it'll be Blake."

"No way, hell no." I heard her yell through the crowd.

Bingo.

"I don't take no for a answer."

"Don't you think that's a bit crazy?" A random girl in the crowd asked.

"And you are?" I raised a brow. Who the fuck did she think she was? I'm the boss and nobody talks back to me.

"Rae." She crossed her arms.

I chuckled. "Well Rae. I'm the fucking boss. What I say goes."

"But-."

"Can I be your personal stripper, since she doesn't want to be." A girl with light brown hair spoke interrupting Rae. She smiled hardly at me, giving me a full view of her body.

I put my hands in my pockets as I stared at her. She was hot and had a nice body. I wouldn't mind tapping that. But she's too easy, I wanted a challenge.

I looked back at Blake. Her face was full of anger which made my body tense with excitement.

"No. I think I'll stick with Blake. You guys are free to go, clubs opening back up in a hour." Nobody said anything, they simply obeyed which I liked.

I walked over to Blake cocking my head. "Is there a problem?"

"Yeah, there is." She crossed her arms. "You have to be out of your got damn mind to think I'd strip for you again."

"You didn't seem to mind when you did it last time." I teased.

"Fuck you." She spat.

It took everything in me not to snatch her up and pin her to the wall and make her wish she never cursed at me.

"Fuck me? I'm all yours princess, just say the word."

I could tell I pushed a nerve because she walked away, and I let her. It was a nice view for my eyes anyways.

It's been a while since a girl denied me. It was a hell of a chill down my back. I'm used to girls obeying me, doing what I told them to do without hesitation. But with her it was different. She denied me, which did piss me off, but only made me want her more. I'm going to break her and make her weak for me.

Challenge accepted.

~~~~~~~

"Roman, what are we supposed to be doing?" Colton questioned as he looked down in the packed club from the windows in my new office.

I moved out all of Geraldo shit earlier today. I was making myself 'at home'.

"Send guys out to patrol the club, make sure everything is going smoothly. I need to create a meeting with Geraldo. I don't care if he's still recovering, I need answers."

Without a word, Colton nodded making his way out my office.

Colton and I grew up together. His father and mine were business partners. After his mother died and then soon his father, his only family was mine. Colton leads a very important piece to my empire. He leads our protection. He makes sure our men are highly trained and ready for anything. Also teaches them how not to get distracted, by anything especially by women trying to get intel from them, which happens more often than it should.

I walked over to the glass windows that stood in front of me viewing the club below me. It was more people than I thought would show up on a Sunday.

My eyes scanned the room till I found the person I was looking for.

Blake.

She was giving a lap dance to a slightly older man. I noticed him serval times trying to touch on her, but she'd just move his hand away and continue. If it wasn't for her acting like she didn't mind, I'd totally put a bullet in him.

Watching her move made me want her in my bed, every night. I wanted to wake up to that sexy body of hers. She moved her body confidently and smoothly, which was hot. Shit what am I thinking. I don't do relationship, or friends with benefits or whatever the hell people want to call it. I'll fuck you, feel you and be done with you. That's all I want from this girl, right?

I couldn't just sit back and continue watching her dance over men though, I wanted a piece of the action. She was my personal stripper after all.

I made my way out of my office and towards her.

"Blake." I approached her while she was giving once another dance to a man.

She looked up at me confused. "Roman?"

Mmm. I like the way my name rolled off her tongue. It'll be better if she was screaming it in bed. "I want my dance."

"No way man, fuck off." The guy said flinging his hands in the air.

I ignored him. I didn't have time for him. I could easily beat his ass and kick him out my club, but my focus was on my dance.

"Give me one second." She smiled at the man. She grabbed my arm pulling me to the side. "Are you serous right now?"

I looked down at her hand that was wrapped around my arm. By the look on my face, she knew to release me. I hated being touched.

"Very." I spoke.

"He's willing to give me $500 for this dance. I need that money." She sighed.

I could give her all the money she needed. All she had to do was ask.

"I'll pay you $5000 or however much you want." I crossed my arms.

Her face turned into pure shock as she opened her mouth but closed it.

"Roman, I-."

"Is that a, yes?"

She still looked shocked as I waited for her response. I knew she wanted to. She hesitated at first, but she started making her way toward the back.

She needed money, but why? All the drastic actions she did was for money. It made me start thinking. Who did she owe? Or is she in danger?

I wondered why she didn't dance for me in front of everyone like she did every other man today. She walked into the back room as I shut the door behind us.

She pushed me down in the chair aggressively which made me grin. I guess she wanted to be in control, or she could be mad at me.

She was wearing red lingerie which covered her private areas but revealed mainly everything else.

She didn't waste any time. She sat in my lap and slowly danced on me. Rubbing her ass all over me. She knew what she was doing, and she knew I was enjoying it too.

I didn't think before I started rubbing my hands from her waist up her sides, slowly approaching her breast. I thought she'd hit my hands away like the other guys, but she didn't.

I smirked as I notice her breathing speed up. I felt her body relax in my lap as I touched her.

"What's wrong?" I teased.