Chapter 4

Violet

The bass reverberated through the floor of the exclusive nightclub, its dazzling lights sweeping across polished marble and crystal chandeliers. Billionaires, politicians, and celebrities filled the luxurious venue.

Ruby, Morgan, and I stopped just inside the entrance.

We turned heads the moment we entered.

With my fiery red hair cascading over my shoulders, I walked at the center. Beside me were Ruby and Morgan, both with long black hair that complemented their elegant black dresses.

Our dresses were glamorous, designed to command attention without saying a word.

We made our way to the VIP section, eyes following us every step of the way.

Out of habit, Ruby absentmindedly twisted the silver ring engraved with a broken heart around her finger as we continued toward the VIP section.

Near the back of the club, in the most secluded booth, three powerful businessmen sat together, expensive whiskey in hand. They laughed over a private conversation as waitresses hovered nearby, eager to keep their glasses full. Their tailored suits, luxury watches, and effortless confidence made it obvious they were men accustomed to wealth and influence.

I adjusted the diamond earring in my left ear.

“Table twelve,” I said without moving my lips.

Ruby glanced across the room. “Confirmed.”

Morgan smiled faintly. “Three targets. Three exits. Cameras every twenty feet.”

“And security?”

“Lazy.”

I smirked. “Perfect.”

My gaze lingered on them for only a fraction of a second before I continued walking.

Without hesitation, we crossed the room and settled at the table directly opposite them.

Almost immediately, several men approached.

“Gorgeous, can I buy you ladies a drink?”

Ruby smiled politely. “Not tonight.”

Another man stepped in front of Morgan. “Ouu…..are you sexy all by yourself?”

She shook her head. “I’m waiting for someone.”

The disappointed men drifted away.

Exactly as planned.

A few moments later, one of the three businessmen—Riccardo Lefevre—looked up from his whiskey. His gaze landed on us across from him and lingered.

He set his glass down.

“I’ll be right back,” he told his companions.

The other two laughed. “Of course. Have them join us.”

He stood up and walked up confidently.

Riccardo stopped beside our table. His tailored suit probably cost more than most people earned in a year. Confidence radiated from him as naturally as breathing.

“Ladies.”

The three of us looked up.

“I was wondering if the three of you would join us.”

His friends looked over from their table, raising their glasses with amused smiles.

I let the silence linger before exchanging a brief glance with Ruby and Morgan.

“I suppose we can spare a few minutes.”

He smiled. “This way.”

The three of us rose gracefully and followed him across the room.

As we reached the businessmen’s table, he gestured toward the empty seats.

“Sit”

I took the seat beside him, while Ruby and Morgan settled beside the remaining two businessmen.

The atmosphere instantly became more relaxed.

One of the businessmen lifted his whiskey. “Now this is much better.”

I smiled faintly. “So… which one of you is buying the first round?”

The men laughed.

Riccardo gaze never left me. “I’ve been watching you since you walked in.”

I leaned back slightly, a playful smile tugging at my lips. “Oh? Should I be flattered… or concerned?”

A faint smirk crossed his face. “Flattered.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because I don’t usually cross a room for anyone.”

“That’s quite the introduction.”

“It usually works.”

I laughed softly. “I can see why.”

He leaned closer “Come upstairs with me.”

It wasn’t a request. It was an expectation.

Ruby exchanged a quick glance with Morgan before looking back at me.

I smiled knowingly. “You always this confident?”

“I’ve never needed to repeat myself.”

I slowly stood. “I like confidence.”

As I passed behind my companions, I whispered without looking at them, “Three minutes.”

Ruby nodded almost imperceptibly. “We’ve got this.”

He offered his arm. “This way.”

I ignored his arm and walked ahead of him instead. “Try to keep up.”

For the first time that evening, Riccardo laughed. “I like her.”

As the elevator doors closed behind us, Ruby leaned toward the remaining two men.

“So…” she said with a teasing smile. “Looks like your friend just abandoned you.”

One of the men chuckled. “He’s always a hole digger”

Laugher erupted loudly

Morgan rested her chin on her hand. “Then I guess it’s our job to make sure you two don’t feel neglected.”

“Now that’s the best offer I’ve heard all night.”

Morgan casually slid the untouched drinks closer to them. “You should drink before the ice melts.”

One businessman lifted his glass. “To beautiful company.”

“Cheers.”

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Inside the private suite…

Riccardo closed the door with a quiet click, shutting out the noise of the club.

“There’s whiskey. Wine. Water. Take your pick.” he said, strolling towards the marble counter where an assortment of premium liquor was neatly displayed.

“I’m fine.”

He poured himself a generous glass of whiskey, taking an unhurried sip before turning to face me.

“You don’t seem nervous,” he remarked.

“Should I be?”

He chuckled. “Absolutely not”

He carried his glass to the leather couch and settled back comfortably, one arm resting along the backrest. Crossing one leg over the other.

His gaze swept over me as I cat-walked to the center of the room, the warm amber lights casting a golden sheen over my flawless figure.

My lips curled into a slow, knowing smile. With unhurried confidence, I glided toward the chrome pole standing at the heart of the lounge.

Every sway of my hips stirred something dangerous inside him, steadily altering his composure.

Then, I reached beneath the hem of my skimpy black dress and slowly slid off the delicate G-string, letting it slip from my fingertips onto the polished floor

His grip on the whiskey glass tightened, his jaw flexing

He took another slow sip of whiskey, his free hand eased down into his tailored trousers, rubbing his hard cock

A teasing smile lingered on my lips as one hand curled around the pole. My body moved with effortless sensuality, hips rolling to the rhythm while I traced slow, fluid circles around the pole. Each graceful spin and lingering glance was a silent invitation.

Riccardo Lefevre shifted on the couch, his patience running thin

“Come here now, Bambina mia…I’m hard” his voice came out raw. “Don’t keep me waiting.” A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips, his hand remained tucked inside his Trunks

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Meanwhile downstairs…

One of the businessmen rubbed his forehead “That’s strange.”

His companion frowned. “I suddenly feel…” His sentence trailed off.

Both men slumped back against the couch.

Ruby glanced at Morgan. “They’re out.”

Morgan touched the small earpiece hidden beneath her hair. “Phase One complete.”

From upstairs, my calm voice answered, “Alright, beginning phase two.”

Across the room, Riccardo remained completely captivated as I began a slow, movement towards him now

I moved toward him at an unhurried pace, every step measured and deliberate. A faint smile played on my lips as my fingers drifted into my hair, combing slowly through the silky strands before letting them tumble back over my shoulders. My gaze never left his.

As I closed the distance, my fingertips trailed lightly along the curve of her neck, down her collarbone, then over my boobs…squishing slightly as though I were simply savoring the moment.

He shifted slightly again “come to daddy”

I tilted my head slightly, my hips swaying with effortless confidence. The soft click of my heels echoed through the room as I continued further every gesture calm, controlled, and undeniably alluring.

He never noticed me discreetly slipping a tiny earpiece into place.

A calm voice crackled through it. “We’re waiting for you babes”

My smile never faltered.

“Alright,” I whispered. “Give me less than two minutes.”

A slow smile touched my lips.

I climbed slowly unto his laps. my thumbs brushing lightly over his lips before trailing down the hard planes of his chest… lower… until I felt the unmistakable heat pressing against his trousers.

His breathing grew heavier.

Satisfaction flickered through my smile as my fingers found the zipper of his pants. With practiced ease, I slipped my hand inside his boxer briefs and freed his aching length cock.

The moment it was released, it sprang upright.

His head tipped back, a rough exhale escaping him as I slowly stroked the pink cap.

Then, just as suddenly, I slid off his lap.

His head snapped up

Without saying a word, I met his gaze before letting my eyes drift toward the luxurious king-sized bed.

He understood.

A hungry smile crossed his face as he loosened his tailored suit jacket and tugged at his trousers. Beneath the fabric, the outline of his arousal strained impatiently against his boxer briefs.

Unable to wait another second, he crossed the room and captured my neck in desperate kisses while his hands eagerly reached for the zipper of my dress.

I caught his wrist.

His brows lifted in surprise.