CHAPTER EIGHT

He hated being challenged or told no. Whatever he opened his mouth to ask had better be done. Yet, there stood a blonde whom he could crush in seconds, telling him that she won't obey.

Lorenzo sat quietly, anger fuming within. He wanted to hurt her. Yet, found himself restrained. He would prefer to see her crying and begging. And, until that happened, he wasn't leaving the Splash Club.

Snapping his fingers at the stripper on the pole, "you, leave!" he commanded.

The girl saw those emerald-burning eyes and knew being told twice wasn't going to be a good idea. She gathered her things and left.

Slowly, he drew his hands to his forehead and massaged his temple aggressively. He was cooking a plan on how to deal with the little disobedient tyrant. He hadn't even said anything and yet, she dared to turn and walk away.

"Stop right there!" his deafening voice louded. "Where do you think you're going?" Lorenzo questioned, now driven by pure contempt.

Of course, the question was rhetorical. As the blonde tried to open her mouth, she held a command that drained the entire blood in the body. "Get on that pole. Strip!"

The voice of command wasn't subtle as the other time. She knew there was no room for disobedience. She was in real trouble. Shutting her trap and doing what she was told would have saved her from the mess she was getting into.

Chuckling, "you heard the order. Strip!" Sugar's voice aided Lorenzo's command.

She looked at her with disdain and couldn't wait for this to be over so that she could properly deal with her.

Looking around, her eyes scanned for Daisy for some reason, but she had already left.

"I see you do well with disobeying," Lorenzo said, his voice a low growl. "Everyone. Out!"

The girls scurried off, hearing such aggressive orders. Sugar remained, readjusting her short dress.

Lorenzo turned to her with fury in his eyes. "You too," he turned and instructed Sugar.

Stomping her feet, she sluggishly stood, swaying her hips more than necessary as she walked away. "Let's see how you get out of this. See why I tell you that the VIP section isn't for people like you, Natasha" she whispered into her.

Glancing at Lorenzo, she winked at him and blew a kiss before getting to the door.

Lorenzo couldn't care less, as he hated the presence of the Sugar girl anyway. Tonight, all the girls who had been in that room reeked of desperation. They were willing to kiss his ass just to get what they wanted. Except for one, who was standing and shooting laser glares at Lorenzo.

Lorenzo sat with ease, enjoying the view of the blonde girl, whose curve was impeccable. Her long blonde hair was held up which he would have preferred if it was let down, flowing to its fullest length.

His eyes inspected her like a commodity on auction, and he was the buyer. Observing every angle of her curvy body. It was a bit dark, so he couldn't get a good look at her whole features. No worries. He had seen her, and there would be a lot of time for that.

Lorenzo's preference, he always went for skinny model-like girls. This was an exception. She was healthier than usual. And her sense of dressing amused Lorenzo. She dressed like a tomboy who was trying too hard to be sexy. Yet, it suited her well.

His eyes caught what she was looking at. The door. And, Lorenzo knew that she was calculating in her head how to make for it.

He hated her disobedience but liked the challenge she was putting up. It would be easier to have excuses to punish her. And taming her kind would be something he would look forward to.

Before she took two more steps towards the door, "hey," he shouted. He was beginning to lose his patience with her. Infuriated, he drew his gun. He didn't mean to go to that length. She was pushing him.

Also, Lorenzo would never kill a girl himself. If for any reason there was cause to end one, he would order his to take care of it. Besides, she hadn't done anything wrong apart from disobeying him. He was just having fun with her fears.

At the sight of the gun, she froze right where Lorenzo wanted her to be.

"What is your name?" he questioned her.

He could see the confusion on her face but ignored it. "Natasha," she replied.

There was something about this girl who excited him too. She wasn't a coward. Afraid, yet bold. What gave her such a will?

"Natasha, are you willing to be a good girl and do as you're told?" he asked, this time slowly as he continued to stare at her.

His gaze never left hers as he gave her seconds to think. And, when she didn't answer quickly enough, he sat forward angrily.

"Now, Natasha. You are very lucky that I am being patient. But I won't ask again."

She nodded, but he continued. "Let me introduce myself. I'm sure you've heard my name. Lorenzo Lizzo," he stated his tone low.

Another satisfying expression from Natasha's reaction. He could read her fear now. Of course, no one heard that name or came face to face with him and maintained their stance. Not even if it was a girl who was proving her strength.

Lorenzo laughed almost hard. But, he held it back. "Does it ring a bell?" he asked.

Oh, it rang a bell. He saw a bead of sweat trickle down the corners of her head.

Without words, Natasha reached for her top and pulled it over her head, revealing a white lacy bra. Lorenzo sat back, ready for the entertainment.

Next, she reached for her leggings and peeled them off, left with equally white lacy pants. When her hands went for the hooks of her bra, "Stop!" Lorenzo commanded. "Now, was that so difficult, Natasha?"

He saw her closing her eyes, her breathing level increasing. "No," she hushed.

"Good girl."

He noticed her body shaking with a silent tremor, and he put the gun away. "I have a deal for you, Natasha," he said suddenly. There was no need to frighten his kitten. At most, tame her and then he would have her where he wanted.

What baffled Lorenzo the most was her courage to refuse him. Be it, men of valor and women of royalty, they would have relinquished. He brought whosoever to their knees. Obviously, there was now an exception. One he greatly wanted to see cower.

She kept silent and tried reaching for her clothes, but was stopped by Lorenzo. "Don't touch them. Stand straight and listen," he instructed,

Again, she obeyed. Knowing who he was must have done a number on her, and it satisfied Lorenzo so much. He sat back and uncrossed his legs. "Hmm," he said, never shifting his gaze from her.

Both of them stayed silent for a few minutes, his body coming awake more with each passing second.

Lorenzo moved forward again until his elbows were on his knees and his fingers were crossed together.

He looked at her thoroughly, his eyes lingering on her firm breast and slightly wide hips before he stared back at her face, his gaze more intense.

"You have three options," he started, as she stood in front of him trembling. "One: You willingly come work for me," he said. His voice was neutral, so it was difficult to clarify what he meant by that.

"Two: You refuse, and I'll buy you." He paused as her body froze. "Three: Or I'll take you without spending a dime. And, if that happens, you might not like the result," he finished.

Either way, he was going to have her.