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I danced on the tables and on the bar of the club I was in. I commanded the attention around me, just as I did almost every time I went clubbing. I just didn't care when it came to my dignity. "Get off the fucking tables." I heard a loud growl meet my ears before I had the chance to look at the man before me. He wore a tight suit, his body one of lean muscle. I looked up until I was staring in to the most intense grey eyes. "Who are you?" I asked as I continued to sway my hips to the music. Was this man really going to tell me what to do? "The owner." He snapped. "I'm only going to tell you once." "Why? What are you going to do about it?" I smirked his way, irking him even more. His eyes darkened until they were stormy. "You'll find out soon enough, little girl." His voice was barely audible. "And I'm looking forward to it." | This story is being completed on Radish |
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