Alex knew her type; cheap, foxy, whorish groupie who are always on the look out for wealthy men to hook up in bed.
He knew the lady just wanted his attention and since he was in a foul mood he decided to oblige her.
Normally, he hated ladies who offer themselves so cheap whist using the obsolete method of seduction. She must really be dellusional to think such tricks could still work on him he thought silently.
Nevertheless, he decided to play into her antiques. After Sophie's crazy confession he felt so angry that he wanted something to pour it into.
"You aren't thinking of ..." Damien was instantly cut-short by Alex.
"Mind your business." Alex interrupts his sentence in a hoarse tone. He huffs as he stands up and makes his way to the entrance of the VVIP section where the coquettish lady was shamlessly displaying her moulds.
This was one of the several reasons he loved this part of the VVIP; he could see what was happening in the VIP section but the people outside could only see a glimpse but not vivid picture of what was happening inside.
He stayed at this part of the club whenever he felt so empty like he was feeling now, no, like he always felt. Recently, it seemed to be getting worse.
"I'll take care of it" he said as he walks up to the mould displaying lady.
"Oh no sir, it's fine, I'll just have it fixed or replaced" Kelly replied as she stood up to face her Apollo but what she didn't expect was his next response.
"Suit yourself then" Alex replied, he turned to walk away. Kelly knew she had to act fast or she would loose this rare opportunity.
"Aha! My chest! It hurts!" Alex knew this game, he was a master himself. Since this lady has decided to play coy with him he would just give her what she wants and what ladies like her deserves.
"Are you ok?"
"Actually these men clad in black(referring to Harry's bodyguards clad in black suit keeping guard at the entrance) pushed me earlier on my chest and I feel a bit hot over there." Kelly said, robbing her chest seductively.
"Really, I didn't quite notice that." Alex grins. "Guess I'll help soothe that."
He leads her into an alley leading to his enjoyment room. "It's about to go down" he smirks at the plan he was already concocting.
Though, Swiss club was best known for its clubing activities, it also had a relaxation spot for those who wanted the extra. As the owner, Alex had his own personal enjoyment suite that he shared with no one expect those he brought to warm his bed.
"You want something to drink" he asked removing his jacket gesturing for her to sit on the cushion.
"Kelly" Kelly said, ogling him out.
"I don't care" was his sarcastic response.
Kelly was taken aback. She wondered if she has unintentionally done something wrong, she only told him her name.
"Isn't introduction the first thing courtesy demands from two strangers that met for the first time?" She thought silently. Though, in this case I am the stranger since I already know who he is" she murmurs to herself.
"Tell me what you want" he remained deadpan.
Kelly looked at him flummoxed. "I...I thought..."
"You thought what miss? I am not a mind reader so be explicit, be sure."
"I thought you.... Isn't it because you want me on your bed...." Alex cut her short .
He let's out a low sarcastic chuckle. "What insolence" he was calm but brutal. "You think I" he grits his teeth "would allow you on my bed just like that" he begins to laugh wickedly. Kelly is both alarmed and confused.
"I don't eat any kind of food especially exposed ones" he scowls.
Kelly is hurt by his indirect and subtle way of calling her a whore. Not that it isn't true but the way he said it pierced her heart.
"I... I don't..." Again she was cut-short.
"I hate when I'm been interrupted. Speak only when I tell you to"
Goose bumps raids her skin caused by fear and astonishment. She never met a man so dominant.
"I'm sorry" she bites her lips.
"Are you a skank? How many men have ate from hole?"
This disorients Kelly. "What the hell. Did you just outrightly call me a slut? She grunts silently
"If I ask a question I demand answers" he chokes her but not deeply.
"Yes... Yes" she coughs a little to clear her throat.
"Yes what?"
"I've had my fair share of" she trails her eyes to his and they look dangerously calm. "I've been with few men" Alex let's out a laughter that doesn't reach his eyes.
"Relax Miss, I was just getting to know you" he noticed the apprehension on her face. "Calm your nerves" she breaths in.
"Now tell me without mincing words exactly what you want" He remarks, massaging her scalp then gathering small of her hair then pulls it but not too hard.
"Aha" she closes her eyes as a moan slips through her libs. Alex smirks
"You like that?" He grins.
"Yes. Yes" Kelly uttered just as Alex withdrew his hands. Kelly looks at him confused.
"I thought.... I loved..."
"I'm getting bored" Alex pours himself a drink and gulps it down in one drink.
"I... Hmmm. Please.... I want to please you" she says the first thing that comes to her mind as a solution to the boredom he suddenly feels.
Alex chuckles. "Getting what you want depends on how well you work." His statement came out so cold and dry just like he intended it to be.
"Undress" he said with the same cold tone that was void of any emotion.
Kelly couldn't understand the turn out of events. She was beyond puzzled. She asked herself what she had expected from a billionaire who changed girls as frequent as he changed his clothes.
She felt scared, she didn't know how she was going to behave or what else she was going to say.
Some minutes ago, she had witnessed with her own eyes how an A list actress Sophie, who equally came from a rich background begged on her kneels in tears yet Alrxy had looked indifferent.
Kelly knew herself; she was an opportunist, she had climbed the social ladder through tricks, manipulation and mostly using her body.
She was in the category of ladies that wanted so much to belong; she had done about anything to get to where she was and that included alot of boldness and audacity.
She didn't want to have just one night with him like he always had with other girls; she sure have heard the rumours and she has no doubt about the authenticity.
Kelly wanted Harry wrapped around her fingers. She wanted to possess him. A relationship withith a man like Harry would place her at the zenith of the social cadre.
Activating her inner boldness, she got up and walked seductively towards him with the aim of sitting on his lap to give him a show. Just as she was about to sit on his laps he was up on his feet.
"You only do the things I ask you to." He takes a sip of the wine he already poured himself.
"Don't do otherwise or go ahead of yourself. When I say undress, I mean, I want to see you bare infront of me not on top. Do you understand!" It sounded like a warning rather than a question.
Kelly was shocked, she sure have never seen anything like him, he was something new, something unfathomable. The rumours she had was nothing compared to the coldness emitting from his actions.
Every ounce of confidence left her, it was as if it disappeared,or accurately it felt like his personality swallowed up her audacity.
Kelly could feel he was already getting impatient and might soon show her the way out if she didn't do as he ordered. She immediately realised it's game over for her, with a man like Alex; there were no formats or rules that would work on him, he only play according to his own rules.
Defeated, Kelly removed her clothes and stood naked before him. Alex just looked at her indifferently like she wasn't down to her birthday suit.
She had expected a little excitement or small glow on his face like most men yet nothing - There was no change in his demeanor. He was just as composed.
Kelly suddenly felt self conscious. She knew she had a great body but with the way Alex was looking at her indifferently - she wasn't sure anymore. "What is this man?" She thought to herself.
"Follow me" Harry said as he leads her to the suit's bedroom. "Let's see how soft those moulds are" he said still maintaining an expressionless face.
Now inside the room, Harry orders Kelly to sit on a chair just infront of a big mirror. "I want you to look at the mirror and watch me flip your whole world."
Instantaneous, she felt excited and fluffy, anticipation in her heart. She couldn't believe she was about to feel the touch of the cold billionaire, son of the richest man, the reverenced Alex Harrell.
She was brought back from lala land when she felt a great pang of pain and little pleasure as Harry pinched her hard on her protruding nipple.
"Ahaaa" she cried out.
"That would be your punishment whenever you dare close your eyes. I want you to watch and see."
Kelly couldn't explain the surge of emotions running through her body. This man was really the epitome of cold and aloof. His reputation indeed precedes him.
Harry continued to do wicked things to her moulds; pinching, groping, moulding, massaging, slapping until Kelly couldn't take it no more, she slumped down the floor.
The feeling was mind blowing and unexplainable. Kelly couldn't understand how Harry was able to make her experience different waves of emotions within a short frame of time.
She couldn't just explain how she felt but one thing was sure; she felt horny and at the same time she exhausted and enfeebled.
"With the way you went about displaying those moulds one would think you had a plethora of energy. Just a little fun and you are already tapped out " Kelly was to disoriented to make a speech.
How do you think you can withstand my junior brother" he continued to taunt her with his words.
Glaring at her in derision and distaste he moved towards the drawer near the table she's currently slumped beside. Drawing it open, Harry brings out some wands of cash and throws it at her.
"Here is your pay. You have five minutes to leave."
If she felt bad before now she felt awful. "What just happened?" She kept asking herself. How could she leave in this state. She was sure she couldn't even walk on her own. She felt so bare and abashed.
She was yet to recover from the shock. Plus, the electrifying way he made her feel was still very much in motion. She wondered if she could be able to stand talk more of dress up. Feeling disgruntled and disconcerted, she felt pity for herself and state. Indeed, without saying, she brought this upon herself.
"Time is already ticking. I won't give you any more or less" Kelly heard the heartless man say.