Page 67 of Obsessed with Her

"No, Elmer. Everything is fine. The ‘fuck’ is because I think you're right. They must really be up to something."

I'm already in the hallway when, suddenly, a suspicion enters my mind as I remember how Serenity and I said goodbye to each other, and also the fact that she has been avoiding me like the plague.

No, she wouldn't dare do shit like this to piss me off, just to prove the point that she's not a kid.

"Take me to that dancer."

"Um . . . It's a little late for that, sir. She's already on stage."

"Where are Madison and Cici?"

"Come with me. I will show you."

It doesn't take me long to see Cici's red hair among the spectators, but as I approach the two of them, my attention is captured by the “new dancer.”

Even though she's wearing a mask that covers half her face, I'd recognize those doll eyes anywhere. I know I should get her off the stage immediately, but my arrival coincides with the exact moment she turns and sees me.

It's as if she was waiting for me, and now she looks at me as if it’s only the two of us in the room.

Serenity dressed in a tiny black leather bikini on stage at my nightclub is like my dirtiest fantasy come true. An angel entering hell and tempting sinners.

As much as I want to snatch her away, I'm mesmerized by the sway of her hips.

Her body is more delicate than any of my employees’, but I’ve never been tempted by any of them. The woman who teases me just by breathing, however, makes me hard like a teenager discovering sex.

"Ares." I hear Madison's voice calling me, sounding amused, but even so, I don't look away from the woman who’s managed to entangle me in her web without even being aware of it.

"You two are going to pay me for this," I say, bending down so only they can hear. "Zeus and Dionysus are coming."

I don't give them time to respond; I head straight for the backstage with Elmer on my tail.

"Have the music discreetly stopped and turn off the stage lights," I tell him. "And don't follow me."

What seems like a lifetime later, I arrive backstage. "Everyone, out."

I don't need to speak a second time before my employees disappear.

I open the curtains, and although the melody is slowly fading away, the stage is in darkness.

I see Serenity's ass barely covered by her tiny bikini, and my self-control goes to hell. I walk over to where she is, throw her over my shoulder and start walking to my office.

Neither of us speaks along the way, and it's a good thing that's the case. She tries to kick me, but I slap her ass, holding both legs together.

I enter my office and close the door with one foot. I place her on her feet, open a security panel, and turn off the cameras that are recording us. They don't have sound, but they have a motion sensor, and as soon as someone enters my office, they are activated.

"I don’t do private dances," she says with audacity as I lock the door and approach her.

I don't think twice before untying her mask behind her head. I want to remain indifferent, but I've suppressed my hunger for her for too long.

"What the hell were you trying to prove?"

"That I'm not a child anymore," she says, lifting her chin.

I look at her, starting from her feet in high-heeled shoes up to her dance-toned thighs and the small pieces of leather covering her body.

When my gaze finally reaches her neck, I notice her skin is flushed, and the blush is spreading across her face.

"I know you're not a girl, but now it's time for you to understand once and for all that I'm a man, not a boy."

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