His For A Night

MayaSilver Charm Strip Club – NOW HIRING. No experience required. CASH NIGHTLY.Cash. The thing I needed most to find a place to settle down. Beneath the offer was an address and a note: APPLY IN PERSON.My stomach twisted. I looked down at my barefooted legs. The cold was killing me, and my bare flesh only added fuel to the fire. I had nothing left on me. The best option right now is to get some quick cash and figure out what to do next.I had been away from home for more than five hours. My father would kill me when he found out I was gone. No, my mother would be the one to do it. With all the preparations and invitations sent to her friends, I was sure the woman had turned the household upside down by now.Just a week ago, my father had announced my engagement to a wealthy businessman. A man I had met once, who barely spoke to me and didn't care about anything other than my family's fortune. I was expected to comply, to take the place I was born into without question. But the suff

MayaMy lips still felt fresh from his kiss, and I hated myself for it. What the hell had I done? The thud of my heartbeat pounded in my ears as I pressed my back against the cold bathroom wall, my skin still tingling from his touch. The events of last night replayed in my mind. The money. It's just for the money, I told myself over and over, but even that didn't feel convincing.I could still feel the heat of his body, the intensity of his touch, the way he'd consumed me completely. I hated how much I had wanted it. How much I still wanted him. My fingers brushed my lips, recalling the taste of him. That kiss... It was supposed to mean nothing, just another part of the deal, but it felt like more.This was madness. He was dangerous. Every warning in my head screamed for me to pull away, to walk out of it before it got any deeper. But the more I tried to convince myself it was just about the money, the more I realized it was never just about that.All this wouldn't have happened if yo

Maya I didn't know what to say. His words were still hanging in the air like an electric charge, buzzing through my veins. I couldn't escape the feeling that he wasn't just talking about me—he was talking about himself. That arrogant, unsettling confidence of his wasn't just a shield; it was a weapon.I should have walked out. I should've turned on my heel, grabbed my bag, and left him standing there with that smirk on his face. But something kept me rooted to the spot, my feet glued to the ground as if I'd been paralyzed by the gravity of his words."You like trouble?" I finally managed, my voice quieter than I intended, but it made shivers ran down my spine. I couldn't help it—I was angry, confused, and, despite everything, a little intrigued.His gaze darkened, his smirk deepened. "You don't know the half of it, Maya. But you will."His words were like a challenge I couldn't ignore. I didn't know whether to be scared or furious, so I settled for both. "I didn't ask for any of this

MayaMy sleep was short. I slept with one eye open, fearing Roman would bust into the room. The thought of him being just on the other side of the cold walls didn't stop different thoughts from running through my head.All negative thoughts.I had cussed myself several times for coming back to the man I was supposed to run far away from. But after seeing my fiancé's cousin, I knew I had nowhere to hide. I had no choice but to run back to the stranger who had my body quivering just from his gaze.Should I even call Damien my fiancé? To my father, he was more like a special flower in his garden.What could his cousin be doing in Chicago? Did my father send him to look for me? Because I was sure my father wouldn't take the situation lightly. He wouldn't stop until I was back home. I could practically picture the devastated look on my mother's face when she realized all her dreams and preparations for giving me the perfect wedding were no longer going to happen.And I sure as hell didn't

Maya"This is our dressing room. Make sure all outfits are arranged on their racks. If you need any assistance, you know where to find me."I didn't miss the sarcasm in her voice. The way she was looking at me—not in a good way—almost pushed me into asking if she was one of her boss's fuck buddies. I had seen the way she fixed her eyes on Roman when we walked into the club earlier.I didn't really care whether she liked me or not—it didn't matter if no one in the club fancied me. I was here for myself, not to impress anyone.Including the owner of the club—Roman Volkov—who thought he could control me. We hadn't really said a word to each other since last night's conversation, or rather, I hadn't allowed him to see through me again.It was a mistake to let him see how much I wanted freedom. How much I wanted to do things for myself instead of having them done or handed to me. I had allowed him to see my vulnerability, and I hated how he looked at me—with pity.I didn't want to be pitie