UnTamed By The Boss

The club pulsed with energy, the heavy bass reverberating through my body as flashing neon lights painted the room in shades of electric blue and crimson. The air was thick with sweat, alcohol, and the dizzying scent of expensive cologne mingling with cigarette smoke. Bodies moved in a chaotic yet hypnotic rhythm, lost in the heady thrill of the music.

I swayed my hips to the pounding beat, each movement deliberate seductive yet effortless. The strapless silver gown I wore clung to my curves like a second skin, glittering under the strobe lights as I danced. The silky fabric ended just below my ass, teasing yet never revealing too much. I felt the heat 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 plush black leather couch. Even in the dim lighting, I could see the smug smirk on his lips. He exuded power, a dark and arrogant confidence that made him stand out, even with two barely-dressed women draped over him, their hands caressing his exposed chest. His shirt hung open, revealing toned abs, but I barely spared him a second glance.

I was used to this. The never-ending stares, the jealousy radiating from other women, it wasn't my fault I was a walking masterpiece.

Flawless skin.

Legs for days.

A face that made men worship and women hate.

The DJ switched the track, and the atmosphere in the club shifted instantly.

The crowd erupted in excited screams. Twerk by City Girls featuring Cardi B. My song.

A slow grin stretched across my lips as I dropped low, hands resting on my upper thighs. My ass moved to the rhythm, rolling and popping with effortless precision. The dance floor parted as people backed up, giving me the space I needed. Cheers and whistles erupted, but I tuned them out. This was my moment.

I flicked my long, silky hair to the side, the move deliberately calculated. The flashing lights highlighted the arch of my back as I bent down, touching my feet while my ass continued its hypnotic dance. My dress rode up slightly, but I carried on. The energy was intoxicating, and I owned the night.

After a few more moves, I sauntered off the dance floor, heart pounding but composure intact. My heels clicked against the glossy floor as I slid onto a barstool.

"Vodka," I called over the music, barely glancing at the bartender.

He winked. I smirked. Cute, but way below my standards.

"Your salary won't be enough for a night," I said smoothly, watching amusement flicker in his eyes before embarrassment took over. His face burned red with anger. Oh well.

Half-naked girls weaved through the club serving drinks, others offering special services. The scene was familiar, almost predictable. What was predictable, though, was him the man in the VVIP section.

He was still watching me.

Even with the dim, shifting lights, I could feel the weight of his stare. The intensity sent a strange thrill through me, but I ignored it.

Then he moved. A slight tilt of his head. A whispered order to one of his men.

I knew trouble when I saw it.

A few seconds later, a man approached me, dressed in a sleek black suit. He reeked of arrogance.

"Hey, pretty," he called, voice slick like oil.

I barely glanced at him before rolling my eyes. Lowlife.

"Someone would love to speak with you," he pressed.

I ignored him.

"Another glass," I told the bartender.

The man huffed in frustration. "I mean Lewis Bradford would love to speak to you," he repeated, this time with an air of disbelief, like he couldn't fathom someone dismissing the name.

I froze for half a second before turning to him with a slow, mocking smile.

"Lewis who?" I sneered. "I don't who he is. Fuck you, and fuck your boss."

His face twisted in shock, embarrassment creeping in as the weight of the rejection sank in. The surrounding crowd had started paying attention, a few murmuring in hushed whispers.

With a scowl, he turned and walked off.

"You do know who he is, right?" the bartender muttered, his eyes wide with disbelief. "You just told Lewis Bradford to fuck off."

I sipped my vodka. "Mind your business, dude."

"Hey, princess."

The deep voice sent a chill down my spine. Smooth. Commanding. Him.

I turned slowly to face the man from the VVIP section. Up close, I could finally see him clearly. Strong jawline, piercing dark eyes, a smirk that screamed power. He radiated dominance, the kind of presence that made lesser men bow.

"I'd love to have you for the night," he said, licking his lips as his gaze trailed down my body.

I scoffed, turning my attention back to my drink. "Not interested."

Suddenly, a firm hand gripped my arm, yanking me roughly toward him.

"I'm talking to you, bitch!" he thundered, his voice cutting through the music, drawing the attention of the entire club.

The air shifted. The chatter died. All eyes locked on us.

I bit down on my lower lip, my blood boiling. My hands balled into tight fists, nails digging into my palm.

I swung.

My knuckles connected with his nose, a sickening crunch following the impact.

The entire club fell into stunned silence. Eyes widened. Mouths gaped.

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 bloodshot eyes, burning with rage. He was pissed, his brows furrowed and his nose scrunched. A second later, a woman in a black leather mini skirt and a pink crop 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 midair, holding it firm. She struggled, her expression shifting from anger to confusion.

I tilted my head, giving her a mocking look. "This hand... how much does it cost?"

"Huh?" she blinked, clearly not expecting that.

Before she could react, I twisted her arm back in one swift motion. She let out a sharp scream, her 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 I had just caused. But just before stepping out, I paused, glancing back at the woman still cradling 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. 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...arrogant, tall, exuding wealth and danger 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 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. "Sis, I know you do this for me. You want us to have a good 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 no avail."

That's why I helped out." She squeezed my hand. "You have an interview tomorrow."

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.