I froze in my spot as Zhayne pushed himself off of the stool and approached me in slow and patient strides. I found it harder to breathe as the distance closed even more between us. I was secretly hoping, praying that the guard would let go of the handle so I could get out of here but there was no hope.

A tear had already fell by the time Zhayne reached me, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he looked down at my trembling body with amusement, but he wasn't smiling. "Why are you crying?"

For a moment I couldn't do anything but stare at his chest, finding that more interesting than his face. That may have been appealing as well, but I fear I'll collapse if I look into his eyes for too long. I couldn't figure him out yet he has me fearing for my life.

"Y-you're-" I swallowed thickly, embarrassed that I couldn't even speak. "I-I don't know what you're trying to do to me. B-but I just want to go home. I don't feel safe around you." I was careful about my choice of words, desperately trying to avoid saying the wrong thing.

The corner of his full lips lifted. "I haven't done anything that you should be remotely worried about, yet. I offered you a helping hand and this is how you repay me?" He took a step closer, making me flinch and close my eyes.

"I-I'm sorry." I felt more of the salty liquid pool behind my closed lids. He hasn't hurt me or anything. All he's done was help me but I can't shake off this overwhelming feeling and it was causing me to get emotional. "I-"

"Open your eyes," he cuts me off. The mere sound of his intense voice made me weak with fear. But I didn't dare go against his command. I hesitantly opened them, but still didn't meet his. "Look at me. Don't make me say it again."

My bottom lip trembled as I slowly shifted my gaze upward to meet his. As soon as I did so Zhayne leans forward, making the familiar smell of his intoxicating scent fill the air around me again. "Tell me your name." He simply says, clearly not asking.

My breath nearly caught in my throat and I swear I stopped breathing for no more than 5 seconds. But then I quickly realized that he doesn't know me. I could come up with a fake one and he wouldn't have a clue. I blinked away my tears, wiping my damp face with my sleeves as I opened up my mouth to tell him the first name I thought of.

But I was stopped before I could say anything. "And if you lie to me, there will be consequences." Both of Zhayne's brows lifted the slightest bit and his orbs darkened with each word he said. "Don't think for one second that I won't find out if you do. It's best you tell me the truth the first time around." He tells me, the tone as he spoke suddenly takes on an even deeper edge.

"A-Angel." I don't even know why I said it. It was like some sort of force compelled me to, as weird as it sounds. Or I was just so overcome by fear that I was willing to do anything for him not to hurt me, even if it was to be stupid for just a moment.

"Angel what?" He pressed.

"Decker." My voice dropped to a whisper as I uttered my last name, feeling defeated. I partially knew it was too late for me to escape from here on out. He already knew my name.

"Hmm." He hums while reaching up, lightly tracing my lip with the thumb my blood had been smeared all over not too long ago. I shivered at the memory of it. "That's a beautiful name, Angel." He complimented me, pulling the soft flesh down to reveal a portion of my teeth.

I so badly wanted to tell him to get away from me, but I remembered that I'm in no position to. And I needed to avoid doing anything to anger him so he could spare my life. I could tell he wasn't joking when he'd told me that I should watch my tongue if I wanted to keep it. It wasn't rocket science. I was not speaking with an innocent man.

"T-thank you."

He didn't reply right away. All he did was stare at me for much longer than he should have, as if he were drinking in every single detail of my features. I felt like he was reading a book. Like he was figuring me out somehow without me having to say or do anything.

I was naked, not physically, but emotionally in front of him. And it wasn't because I chose to be that way. It was my fear that caused me to be vulnerable. I wished I wasn't like this but I feel as if it's the safest way for me to leave this place alive.

I mentally made a promise to myself to never ever return here again. I was stupid to even think about doing something like this. What did I think I was going to get out of this knowing the kind of person I am? This is what I get for not thinking things through. I should have been cautious and stayed home at all times like I normally would.

Stupid.

"I'm not sure why you thought it would be smart for a boy like you to enter my club without thinking there would be any kind of trouble for you." He says chillingly, tilting his head to the side as his eyes continue to rake over my face. "It's obvious you don't belong here. Not in this environment, just like you said."

Zhayne trails off, blinking a single time as he locks eyes with me. "Don't you know what kind of people roam this place during this time of night?" He asked, snaking his hand from my lips to the back of my neck, pulling me closer to his face.

The atmosphere shifted to something sinister quicker than I could think up a response to his frightening statement. "You just made the biggest mistake of your life." The beautiful man smiles, caressing my nape. "Because now I think I'm interested in getting to know you." He ran his fingers through my hair. "...I like you already."

"What?" I stupidly asked, not able to find the right words to say at the moment. Bad people? He likes me? What is he talking about? Is he referring to himself? I shook my head, lifting my hand to try and pry his off of me but he snatches it away with his free one so fast that I couldn't see it coming.

"If you don't want to piss me off, don't try to get away from me." He says all too lightly. What made me even more petrified was the fact that he didn't seem pressed in the slightest. It was like he was masking something much worse than that behind that blank facial expression.

I sniffled, trying to keep my trembling figure still with everything I had in me as I struggled to keep eye contact with the mysterious man. Looking into them made me feel as if I were being forced into submission. I don't know this man one bit, but he was able to make me weak from fear just by glancing at him.

I hated it.

All my life I've been taught to avoid people like him. Even though I wasn't 100% sure what was exactly wrong with him, I knew in the back of my mind that he's off. Something was just not right with him. His eyes, the weird look on his face, the awful words he spoke to me. That was all it took for me to get the hint. I think I may have gotten myself into something that I won't be able to get out of.

"W-what do you want, Mr. Donovan? I-I'll give you anything." I promised him, the tone in my voice was painfully desperate. I didn't bother to try to hide that I was obviously scared of him. I'm sure he knew. I was shaking like a leaf in the wind in his firm hold, silently pleading to be freed.

"I told you what I wanted, Angel."

My heart dropped. "But..."

"Don't give me that bullshit. I said what fuck I wanted from you." He said, still stroking the back of my neck with his cold fingers. Cold chills ran up and down my spine. A trail of goosebumps rose and fell with every tender caress. He...he really wasn't going to let me go home? I bit my lip to hold back the immense amount of tears pooling in my line of sight, threatening to fall down my cheeks yet again.

"I-I don't know what you want me to s-say." I told him truthfully, frustrated. I didn't dare show it. I don't want to be here. He's forcing me stay here despite the obvious fact that I'd rather be anywhere but. He knows it too. The man knew I was scared of him and that he was making me uncomfortable. I was sure he wanted to torture me.

"There's plenty to say. You can start by explaining how you managed to get in here." I froze like a deer in caught in headlights with each word that left his lips. "One thing you can't do, is fool me. You're no older than 18, correct?" He asked, removing his hand from the back of my neck as I nodded.

I nearly sighed in relief at the absence of his touch and my gaze shot toward the door for a split second, longing to leave. But what kept me from trying to do what I really wanted was the warning look Zhayne gave me, as if daring me to even attempt to go out that door. For some reason I knew I wouldn't leave here in one piece if I tried.

He turned his back to me and headed for one of the couches, taking something off of the table and holding it up to his mouth. I furrowed my brows in confusion and caution, slightly leaning forward to take a closer look at what it was. But it didn't take long for me to figure out he was smoking weed, judging by the smell that followed shortly after he took the first hit. "Come over here." Zhayne commanded, holding the blunt up to his lips and not bothering to turn around.

He was in the same exact position he was when he sat in the stool, except for the fact that he wasn't holding a drink in his hand, this time. I tried to ignore my gut wrenching fear of getting closer to him again and moved without thinking. Next thing I know I was standing in front of him, twiddling with my fingers.

"What you standing there looking weird for?" He asked, taking a hit and lightly blowing the smoke in my direction. I had to hold my breath to keep myself from breaking out into a coughing fit. "Sit. There's room."

He kept his large arm draped around the back of the couch as the other raised the blunt to his lips. He inhaled the drug again, looking at me expectantly. My eyes traveled toward the empty spot not too close and not too far from him and decided that was where I was going to sit, though reluctantly.

When I took a step in that direction, I felt Zhayne grab my arm and pull me back in front of him with haste. He wasn't even looking in my direction anymore as he took another puff and kept a tight grip on my arm. I winced at the force, confused as to why he was holding me like this. What does he want? "I-I was going to sit..." I said, trailing off.

He didn't say anything right away, but only slowly turned his head so that his ominous blue eyes were locked with mine again. My heart started to nearly beat out of my rib cage. "If I would've known you were this slow I would have done it myself." Zhayne said bluntly, roughly pulling me until I sat down in his lap, a little too close to his private area.

I placed my hands on his chest, trying to put room between us but he pressed one of his hands against my back, pulling me even closer so that he was only inches away from me. I trembled in his lap as he leaned over just a bit, to blow the smoke past my head.

"I'll let you go for tonight if you do one thing for me." He proposes, making me perk up just a little bit at his words. But then my heart sank, because I was yet to know what he was going to ask of me. I sucked in a breath, blinking profusely.

"What...is it?"

He pressed me closer to him, making me fist the expensive material of his dress shirt in my fingers. "Kiss me. I want to taste you before I let you leave." He murmured with a straight face. My eyes widened.

"Y-you want me to-"

"You can comprehend simple words, right?"

"I-" I thought about responding, but quickly decided against it, not wanting to embarrass myself any further. He told me what he wanted from me and if I don't kiss him there's no way he's letting me go. I had a battle back and forth in my head for another 30 seconds, before I just decided on going for it. It was the only way I could get out of this and forget it ever happened.

I swallowed, leaning closer to his face. I flinched back and hesitated for a moment as my lips brushed up against his. They were so soft that I almost hadn't known I'd grazed them at first. I took a deep breath and attached my lips to his, my eyes fluttering closed in the process.

Zhayne hummed into what started off as an innocent kiss, exhaling some of the leftover smoke into my mouth. If it weren't for our lips moving together, I would have choked, but I paid it no mind, only focusing on the dominant man's lips as he kissed me feverishly.

He tilted his head to the side to get a better angle and sat up the slightest bit which ended up deepening the kiss. In no time, our mouths moved at a slow yet frantic pace. Tongues grazed one another as our teeth clashed from how rough Zhayne was being.

I faintly felt his hand trailing around my waist and making its way down, slowly. I gasped as he groped my ass, moving it against his growing hard on, while feeling his tongue ruthlessly find it's way around every inch of my mouth. I could faintly taste the weed on the addictive flesh, somehow managing to make me want to kiss him harder. I didn't know what was going on half of the time. But what I did know was that I was starting to feel turned on by his hot flesh tangling with my own.

My hands blindly found their way to his neatly gelled strands of hair and I desperately pulled at anything they came in contact with. My mouth was beginning to ache from how hard he was kissing me and I couldn't keep up. He completely dominated me from start to finish, leaving me at his mercy completely. Zhayne never once let me take control.

It wasn't until I felt my lower region begin to swell up the slightest bit that I realized I needed to pull away. My eyes shot back open and I moved my head away from his with the speed of light. I covered my swollen lips with one of my hands as I whispered for him to let me go.

He didn't at first. Zhayne removed my hand from my mouth and reattached his lips to mine, murmuring that he wasn't finished with me yet. But it didn't last for too much longer after that, because my jaw was starting to ache. I told him I couldn't take it anymore.

Eventually, he pulled away from me. I covered my mouth again as I looked off to the side, embarrassed beyond belief. How had I gone from fearing for my life to kissing him? It didn't make sense.

"I'm assuming that was your first kiss."

I awkwardly glanced at him, wanting nothing more than to kill myself. "I-"

"It was a yes or no question, Angel."

"Yes." I whispered.

The freakishly tall man nodded to himself, pleased with my answer. He mumbled, inhaling the blunt again as he gazed down at me.

"Huh? What do you?-"

He changed the subject. "I want you to come back here tomorrow. I need to see you again." He said, and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear as that wicked tongue of his grazed his bottom lip. I shook my head inwardly. I had absolutely no intention of coming back here!

I paused, trying to find the right words to say so I didn't come off as rude. "I-I don't think I ca-" As soon as he heard the word 'don't' he shook his head and tapped my cheek with a small smirk on his face. He is a charming man, but it was something about that smile that made me feel sick to my stomach.

"I don't recall saying you had a choice, Angel. I want you back here. Tomorrow." He said sternly, standing up from the couch and lifting me up with him. He then set me down on my own two feet and guided me toward the door. He put one of his hands on the frame next to my head, blocking me from leaving him.

"W-what if I don't come?"

Zhayne's eyes sparkled with a chilling glint and leaned forward until he was about 3 inches from my face. "Don't make me come looking for you." He said, staring intently. "If I end up having to, then I'll make sure you get to know a lot sooner than I originally intended."

I had to keep myself from almost crying again as I felt the fear return out of nowhere. I pressed myself further into the door and looked at him warily. The sooner I got this over with the better. "W-when?" I asked.

"Come at 3pm."

"Why? I thought this was a night cl-"

He cut me off, again. "I won't explain myself to you, Angel." Zhayne pecked my lips two times. "Just do as I say and be here. Now go." He opened the door and stepped to the side so I could leave.

My feet moved on their own accord and before I knew it I was already halfway down the hallway due to my speed walking. Before I rounded the corner I turned around to look and see if he was still there. He was. Standing against the door staring at me.

When he saw me look at him he stuck his hand up and waved me off in a "run along" motion and I hurriedly left out of his sight. The music got louder as I approached the main club area yet again. Honestly. It was like a breath of fresh air seeing the crowded dance floor, compared to being stuck in that room with Zhayne.

"Hey, kid!" I heard a voice shout over the music. Already knowing who it was, I turned to the right and spotted Nas who was behind the bar counter just as he had been earlier.

I smiled. "Hey!"

He didn't smile back. "You took a really long time in the bathroom dude." Nas tilted his head and studied my face. "What's with the bandage? Did you get beat up or something?" I blinked at his stupid question. Who just asks someone that?

I walked up to the counter. "T-to be honest, I would have rather gotten beat up." I replied, being bluntly honest. And if that wasn't the honest to god truth then I don't know what is.

He stared blankly. "Who the fuck says that?" I shrugged. Nas gave me a look. I could tell he was probably calling me a weirdo in his head along with a bunch of other names. I couldn't blame him. Though what I said was how I really felt, I guess it was odd to say to other people.

"You're a...different kid. I think I like you." I think that's the first positive thing he's said to me since I've first started talking to him.

"Thank you. You're a little rude but I like you too."

He chuckled, looking down. "I promise I'm not not always like this, kid." Nas said to me with a small smile on his face.

"Stop calling me that."

"Why?"

"Because." I don't really need a reason. I have a name and I believe I told him what it was. He shifted, waiting for my response. "I'm...not a kid."

"Mmm. You look like one." He said a little too bluntly. I looked at him, offended by his statement.

"I'm actually 18 so hah!" I said all too quickly. And when I realized I exposed myself, I gently slapped a hand on my forehead. The bartender grinned.

"Bingo."

I sighed and fished my phone out from my back pocket and checked the time. It read 12:57 am. "Crap! I have to get home!" I panicked and shoved the device back. Nas lifted a brow.

"No one leaves the club at 1am that's mad lame."

I huffed. "I need to hurry and start walking before-"

"Nah. I'm off my shift for the night, Angel." So he can say my name? "I'll give you a ride, you don't have to worry about walking home this late." I let out a breath of relief.

"Thank you so much."