Chapter 6 Humiliated Once More
Alaia got off the cab and rushed toward Crush. It was almost eleven, and she didn't want to be late.
The heavy-built man guarded the entrance like a tiger.
"Alaia Jones for Zane Nash," she breathlessly sighed out. The man signaled her to follow him, obviously expecting her. They passed by people drinking and dancing to loud music. He ushered her upstairs into one of the VIP rooms.
Alaia walked inside.
Immediately, she spotted Zane, surrounded by a few men and women. The women looked like tempting sex bombs in tight short dresses and heavy makeup, seductively smiling and elegantly sipping from their cocktail glasses.
Alaia felt a bit awkward. Her simple outfit was against the grain of the atmosphere. They all stared at her as if she didn't belong there.
"Come! Sit!" Finally, Zane waved his hand, showing her a spot next to him.
What did he want! Alaia took a long breath, walked toward Zane and squeezed on the sofa between him and another man.
"Drink!" Zane ordered again, handing her something yellow in the champagne flute. Why am I here? She felt uneasy, her nerves stretching to the breaking point.
"Mimosa," the other man whispered, staring at Alaia in a predatory way. Zane gave him an angry look, and no one spoke to Alaia after it. Nobody even dared to look at her again.
Alaia only eyed the sparkling liquid in her glass. She had low alcohol tolerance, and the last thing she wanted was get wasted in fron of Zane Nash!
"Are you scared?" The devil mocked her, seeing her hesitating.
"Are you going to drop the suit against G & G if I drink it?" Alaia didn't allow fear to overwhelm her.
Zane snorted. This woman didn't sound terrified or begging like he wanted her to react. She dared set a condition with him!
Zane didn’t say a word, leaving her question unanswered.
The asshole, Alaia thought while downing the cocktail. The orange juice part was somewhat sweet, but she still frowned, sensing the sparkling wine component inside it. The alcohol tasted really bad.
The waitress placed another glass in front of her. And when Zane nudged her to take it, she knew her troubles had only started.
Soon, she gulped several more drinks down by his order. And each time seeing her glass empty, people around Zane exclaimed and clapped.
Slowly, it began getting into her head. A burning sensation from her throat was tormenting her in pain. She pressed her stomach, as if this would ease the pain a little.
Zane studied her. Her face flushed. The liquid dripped from her lips to her neck and collarbone. She looked more seductive and sexy than any other woman in the room, even this plain without any makeup or fancy clothing.
The men around couldn't help but stare unblinkingly at Alaia, looking like want to eat her up.
"Get the fuck out! All of you!" Zane shouted suddenly, noticing their greedy look. This girl is all mine!
Everyone in the room stood up and left the room immediately.
"Not you! You're staying!" Zane pulled Alaia by the hand, seeing her lifting her ass off the sofa.
"I don't want to stay with you," she pouted when they were finally left alone, with her hand seizing for another drink.
"Too bad for you. You are staying!" Zane gritted, snatching the glass from her hand.
"I didn't finish!" Alaia protested, leaning over to Zane and trying to get the drink back. Zane glared at her reddened face. She already got too bloody much intoxicated.
"Enough!" Zane yelled, putting the glass up and flung it out. The glass shattered against the floor next, yellow liquid smudging the white walls.
"Will you withdraw the suit?" After a few seconds of silence, Alaia slurred out.
"Sign this!" Zane replied by giving her a file. It was a contract he made to turn Alaia into his woman, his sex toy. And spread her legs for him, letting him fuck her whenever he wanted, all until getting tired of her. His whore for ten million a month.
"No! I won't!" Alaia was in complete shock after taking a quick glance at it. Who does he think I am? Her eyes narrowed, glaring at the asshole smirking in her face.
"I'll destroy G & G by only doing this!" Zane snapped his fingers right in front of her nose. Alaia flinched but said nothing, like hoping this threat would go away on its own.
"No? Watch me!" Zane added, grabbing his phone.
"Stop! Please, don't!" Alaia clutched his hand, their eyes locking.
"Sign it!" Zane coldly repeated.
"Please...!" She begged him. She knew Zane meaned it. He could destroy G&G effortlessly. No, she couldn’t let him do it. G&G was Tim’s brainchild.
"Fucking sign it!" There was nothing benevolent in his eyes she could count on.
For Tim! Alaia gritted her teeth, taking a pen with a shaking hand.
The second she signed it, Zane pulled her toward him. Alaia gasped as he twisted them on the sofa, getting her underneath. His fingers fumbled with her clothes as he mounted on top of her.
Alaia felt sick from the alcohol. And from the impending shameful ordeal, she agreed to undergo. A wave of nausea hit her. She pushed Zane away with all force left in her. Zane let her, watching her run out of the room.
Alaia dashed into the toilette, luckily located just around the corner.
She kneeled and vomited, crying at the same time. When her nausea stopped, she approached the sink, splashing water over her cheeks, eyes, and forehead a few times.
"Miss! You entered the man's room." A man’s voice was heard. He sounded gentle, caring, and concerned. Alaia startled, glancing up at the mirror. Her hair hid half of her face. And when she took in the man's appearance, she wanted to die.
Her heart skipped a beat, seeing familiar blue eyes and blonde hair. His smile was warm as always, and his eyes soft. Why is he here? Why now?
"Are you okay, miss?" Alaia saw his hand stretching in her direction. It made her take aback, dodging him. She covered her face the best she could, and it worked, thanks to her long hair. She stepped away from him, bumping into the door.
"Do you need help, miss?" He asked again, following after her.
"No, no, thanks. Sorry," finally, Alaia replied, choking her voice. She couldn't let him see her awful look.
Then she ran out of the restroom, fixing her hair and feeling sorrow. The last time she saw him was ten years ago.
Quintus O'Brien. He looked good and content, probably leading a fulfilled life. Of course, he did, being the heir of O'Brien Company. She was genuinely happy for Quintus.
Holding her tears back, Alaia proceeded to the room where her horrible destiny waited.
But suddenly, a strong hand grabbed her and pushed her into the dark corner. Alaia lifted her head, seeing Zane standing in front of her. He pressed her against the wall, starting to kiss down her neck.
"Not here, Zane," Alaia moaned, pleading with him, trying to push him away. But Zane didn't stop. His hand traveled around her body.
"Behave, rabbit! I'll decide when and where. You sold your body to me, remember?" Zane muttered with his mouth hovering now over her breasts, devouring them. His fingers slipped down her exposed belly.
Alaia felt bitter, enslaved, putting her hands on Zane's shoulders. Then, a tall blonde man walked past them. His white shirt and clean short haircut made him only look more elegant.
Alaia froze for a moment, staring at Quintus O'Brien.
Her Prince Charming! He looked even more handsome than ten years ago.
"Fuck! This stupid zipper!" Zane groaned, trying to undo her blue jeans. It made Quintus turn his head away. And Alaia did the only thing she could think of, hiding her face against Zane's chest, with tears streaming down her face.
Quintus O'Brien. Her childhood crush. She didn't even have the courage to greet him after ten years.
The next day, Alaia woke up on a big bed with a heavy head, alone and naked in an unknown room. Her whole body ached, especially breasts, inner thighs, and her nether region.
Bastard! She cursed Zane. He didn't have any mercy on her in bed last night.
She wanted to get up and get her clothes, but something didn't let her move her left hand.
She turned her head around, seeing her wrist cuffed to the bedpost. The asshole had her tied up!
Then the door opened, and the devil himself walked in, approaching the bed.
"Who is Quinn?" Zane's eyes darkened. There was not a trace of warmth in his voice.
Last night, instead of him humiliating her, she deflated him. He made her orgasm that last time. But instead of feeling proud of his performance, she insulted him. After ten years, she did it again.
Zane boiled with anger.
QUINN!
Alaia Jones had screamed "Quinn" when I fucked her. She was thinking about another man while orgasming all over my cock!