Chapter 4

• Lexi’s POV
• Being kind of shy I look over at Enzo and hold the tray out to him. It was my way of saying that he could carry everybody glass to them. I was feeling a little bit self-conscious with the new guests being around. Enzo just laughs and leans towards me and whispers “you might should take them out. I heard that you’re looking for a job and this could make a good impression on the boss man to hire you here. But if you don’t want to take them I will.” “Damn I never thought about that. I’ll handle it. Thank you for thinking about that for me.” I tell him and start loading up all the shots to take out. As I am handing them out, I can’t help but notice that Gregor kept his eyes on me, but so did Luca. I hated being in the spot light, I try not to make eye contact. When I handed Gregor his two, he grabs a hold of my hand and asks “what’s your name sweet heart? I haven’t seen you here before.” My only response is “I’m new here,” and continue my task. The atmosphere in the room went from relaxed to tense. Sensing that these men needed to talk and it really wasn’t none of my business I look at Kristen and let her know, “I’m going to go downstairs to the dance floor.” Marco pipes in “yeah that sounds like a great idea. Go have some fun.” Kristen being Kristen didn’t want to leave. Since I have known this woman, I have come to find out that she is nosey. I can tell Marco didn’t want to be mean to her, so I take it upon myself to inform her that we both were going downstairs. “Kristen gets the fuck up and let’s go. Give these men some time to talk among themselves. Which by the way is none of our business.” Laughing as I say it to try and placate my harsh but true words. I grab a hold of her arm and stand up I say “excuse us” and we make our way to the dance floor.
• The dance floor is elbow to elbow with people. This is the wildest club I have ever seen. There are strobe and laser lights going off in every direction. There is a live DJ up on the make shift stage. Women dancing in cages hanging from the ceiling. I’m loving every second of it. Kristen and I squeeze in on the dance floor with the everyone else and let loose. With the liquid courage I drank tonight I wasn’t embarrassed. Which I really don’t know why I get shy I’m a better dancer then Kristen. But she doesn’t need any liquid courage to flaunt her ass, she loves to be in the spotlight. There are a couple of guys who walk up behind us at different times trying to dance with either her or me. We politely decline and continue having fun.
• I don’t know how long we’ve been lost in our own little dance world, but I have sweat starting to bead up on my forehead and my throat is dry. Reaching over to get Kristen’s attention, I feel a strong-arm wrap around my waist and haul my body back until it crashes up against what felt like a rock wall. ‘Who the fuck thinks they can touch me like that?’ I think to myself. Peering over my shoulder with my eyes like daggers I take in a sharp breath. I’m staring in the eyes of none other than the man they call Gregor. I try to push myself out of his grasp but it’s no use, he is way stronger than I am and not letting go. I release the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding and turn my body around so now my front side is touching his front.
• I irritatingly ask him “what the fuck do you think gives you the right to grab and hold me the way you are right now. Last time I checked I don’t know who the fuck you are, and really don’t give a damn either. Let me go right now.” I expected him to get mad, cuss, release me, or anything other than what he did. He starts laughing at me, in between chuckles he says, “I must say that I haven’t been talked to like that especially from a woman my whole life. It turns me on to see the fiery that you’ve got in your eyes right now. It makes my cock so hard.” He starts to rub his very prominent member below his belt up against me.
• If someone would have asked me if I have lived a shelter life, I would have laughed in their face. I thought my experiences back home prepared me for New York City, but I have never ever had anyone do me like Gregor was right now. He was acting as if he owned me. Not caring that I was struggling to get out of his hold. Rubbing his cock back and forth right below my belly button. The audacity this man has, thinking I would allow him to touch me anywhere he wanted to. Not wanting to look week I gaze up into his baby blue eyes and smile really big, then I open my mouth and speak the last thing he probably thought he would hear from me. “Either you let me go right now on your own accord, or I’m going to knee you in your balls, and remove your hands for you” Thinking he wouldn’t call my bluff I mean who in their right mind would. I start feeling victorious, only for a brief second. He looks me dead in the eyes and I can see lust, excitement, and a little anger all swirling around his globes. He starts speaking and the words that come out of his mouth make me go still. “If those are my only two options then I guess you are about to be sorely unhappy because I won’t be doing either. Don’t threaten me, I would watch the way that pretty little mouth talks to me, don’t you know who the fuck I am?” Reaching for the hem of my dress he starts to slowly pull it up. What is a girl supposed to do at a time like this? I did the only thing I could think of I punch him in his throat hard as I could. Wasting no time, I grab ahold of Kristen’s arm and yank her towards the elevator.