A secret life. A Billionaire CEO. And a passion neither of them can control. Priynka Wald isn't looking for love-just survival. A twenty-three years old sharp-witted and fiercely independent young woman. By day, she navigates the city's streets with mini jobs. By night, she sells seduction to keep up with the responsibility of the only family she has left. But when a heated encounter with a mysterious stranger ignites a night of reckless desire, her carefully guarded world begins to unravel. The cold, calculating billionaire has built his empire on power and precision. Lewis Bradford doesn't chase women,he owns them. But Priynka Wald is a complication he can't shake. Their paths collide again in the most unexpected place, his office. Now, the lines between boss and employee are blurred by a chemistry too explosive to ignore. He wants her under him in every way but behind her fire lies a secret life that she tries to protect. He's used to owning everything . But will she be the one thing he can't control?
The club blasted with energy, the heavy bass pulsating through my body as flashing neon lights painted the room in shades of blue and crimson. The air was filled with sweat, alcohol, and the strong scent of expensive cologne mixed with cigarette smoke. People moved in a chaotic yet sync rhythm, lost in the rush of the music.
I swayed my hips to the beat, each movement seductive and effortless. The strapless silver gown I wore clung to my curves like a glove, glittering under the gleam lights as I danced. The silky fabric ended just below my ass, revealing just the right amount of skin. I felt the piercing of countless eyes on me, but one particular gaze burned deeper than the rest.
From the far end of the VVIP section, a man lounged on a deluxe black leather couch. Even in the dimly light space, I could see the smug expression on his face. He looked like he exuded power, a dark and arrogant confidence. Two barely dressed women danced over him, their hands caressing his exposed chest. His shirt slightly open, revealing toned abs, I looked away quickly to avoid patronizing his ego with a second glance.
The endless stares, the jealous gaze from other women, it wasn't my fault I was a walking masterpiece with flawless skin. Legs for days.
A face that made men worship and women hate.
The DJ mixed into a new track and the atmosphere in the club shifted instantly.
The crowd burst into excited screams. Twerk by City Girls featuring Cardi B. My song.
A slow grin crept across my lips as my knees dropped low, hands resting on my upper thighs. My ass moved to the beat, rolling and swaying with seamless grace. The crowd on the dance floor parted as people stepped back, giving me the space I needed. Cheers and claps erupted.
I flipped my long, silky hair to the side, the best on the music pulsating through me. The flashing lights illuminated the arch of my back. My dress rode up slightly, but I carried on. The energy was intoxicating, and I owned the night.
After a few more moves, I strolled off the dance floor, heart pounding but my poise intact. My heels clicked against the glossy floor as I settled onto a barstool.
"Vodka" I yelled over the music, barely glancing at the bartender.
I dropped my pulse on the counter, waiting patiently for my drink.
"Your salary won't be enough for a night" I said to the bartender who has trying to make a move on me. I watched amusement flicker in his eyes before embarrassment took over. He didn't look familiar, he was definitely new otherwise he'd know not to speak to me.
Barely clad girls pushed through the club serving drinks, others offering special services. The scene was familiar, it was the usual in the club. What was predictable though was him, the man in the VVIP section.
He was still watching me.
Even with the dim flickering lights, I could feel the weight of his stare. The intensity sent a strange thrill through me, but I ignored it.
I gulped down my drink still watching me. He waved down one of the men standing beside and whispered to him
I knew trouble when I saw it.
A few seconds later, the man approached me, dressed in a sleek black suit. He was one of the security detail of the club.
"Hey, pretty" he called.
I barely glanced at him before rolling my eyes. I gestured the bartender to pour me another glass.
"Someone would love to speak with you" he pressed.
I ignored him.
The man huffed in frustration. "I mean Lewis Bradford would love to speak to you" he repeated, this time with an air of confidence.
I froze for half a second before turning to him with a sly smile.
"Lewis who?" I sneered. "I don't who that is and frankly do not care. Fuck you and fuck your boss"
His face twisted in shock, embarrassment and disbelief creeping like he couldn't someone dismissing the name. The surrounding crowd had started paying attention.
With a lowered gaze he turned and walked off.
"You do know who he is, right?" the bartender muttered, his eyes wide with shock. "You just told Lewis Bradford to fuck off"
"atleast his own salary can pay you for a year" he teased with a scornful chuckle
"Mind your business dude"
"Hey, princess"
The deep voice sent a chill down my spine. Regal, commanding. Him.
I turned slowly to face the man from the VVIP section. Up close, I could finally see him clearly. Chiseled jawline, piercing brown eyes, a smirk that screamed power. He radiated dominance, the kind of presence that intimated men.
"I'd love to take you with me" he said, the gaze of his eyes gaze trailed down my body.
I scoffed, turning my attention back to my drink. "I'm not interested"
Suddenly, a firm hand gripped my arm, yanking me roughly toward him.
"I'm talking to you" he thundered, his voice cutting through the loud music and drawing the attention of people.
The chatter died and all eyes locked at us curiously.
I bit down on my lower lip, my blood boiling. My hands balled into tight fists, nails digging into my palm.
.
My right palm rested on his face, the crack sound of my skin against his shattered the air
The entire club fell into stunned silence. Eyes widened, mouths gasped.
For fuck sake, I punched a man not a god.
But from the looks on their faces I might as well have.
I looked up and met his heat flashed eyes, filled with rage. A second later, a woman in a black leather mini skirt and a maroon tube top strutted toward him, her heels clicking against the club floor.
"Baby, are you okay?" she cooed, her voice dripping with fake concern.
Then she turned to me, fury flashing across her heavily made-up face.
"You bitch! How dare you"
Her hand shot up, aiming for my cheek, but I was faster. I caught her wrist mid-air, holding it firm. She struggled to let go, her expression shifting from anger to confusion.
I tilted my head, giving her a mocking look. "I will like to believe you have insurance?"
"Huh?" she blinked
Before she could react, I twisted her arm back in one swift motion. She let out a sharp scream, her square shaped painted nails clawing at the air.
I smirked.
Snatching my purse from the counter, I turned on my heels and walked away. The club still dead silent from the scene. But just before stepping out I paused, glancing back at the woman still nurturing her wrist.
"Oh, and work harder you definitely need a face lift"
The cab ride home was uneventful and as soon as I stepped inside, I slammed the door shut, kicked off my heels and tossed my purse onto the couch. Exhaustion washed over me as I sank onto the couch, letting out a deep breath.
The events at the club replayed in my mind. Who the hell did that jerk think he was? Sure he was to die for... breathtakingly handsome, tall and exuding wealth and power but that didn't mean he could grab me like I was some toy. And that girl?
BOOM!
I fell off the couch with a loud thud, hitting my butt hard against the hardwood floor.
Laughter filled the room.
"That's what you get for leaving the house without telling me!"
I looked up to see Baby,my younger sister standing there, arms crossed, grinning like she had just won a lottery
"Baby!" I groaned
Lorna that's her real name but she's been 'Baby' ever since our late parents started calling her that. She was seventeen, but the way she acted sometimes? She might as well be my mother
She covered her mouth, trying to stifle her giggles. "Sorry Sis"
Then, her expression turned serious. "Don't tell me you went to the club again"
I sighed, rubbing my face.
She hated my lifestyle. Honestly? I did too. But what choice did I have? It was the fastest way to make money and keep us both afloat.
"I'm sorry Baby. I know I promised I'd stop, but.."
"..it's the only way to make quick money and pay our debts" She finished my sentence for me.
I nodded, guilt pressing down on my chest.
She knelt beside me, taking my hands in hers. "I know you do this for me. You want us to have a comfortable life, but I'll never be happy knowing what you do. Please... go for a more decent job"
I swallowed hard.
"Baby, I've been trying but I haven't found any with a good pay too"
"That's why I helped out" She squeezed my hand. "You have an interview tomorrow" her lips curved in a proud smile
I blinked. "An interview? Where?"
"B Corporation. The CEO needs a personal assistant, and the pay is really good"
I hesitated.
"Please,do this for me"
Looking into her hopeful eyes, I sighed. "Alright. I'll go"
She beamed, hugging me tightly.
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