My dinner

RIX’s P.O.V.

Apollo gave me the drink, so I drank it. As well as him.

He lay me down on the table, and he smiled devilishly.

“My dinner…”

I smiled, but then furrowed after that.

“Could you just do it? God, stop withholding your actions! You're hurting my belly!”

Apollo runs his finger through my lips as he goes, “Shush.”

I bit my lower lip…

Then he placed the ice on top of me and then sat on me.

Now, he's slowly running through my body with the ice that he let me bring.

He ends when he reached my cunt.

Gosh…

Now his hardened cock is slapping my entering.

But instead of feeling like Apollo is giving me a hard time because he’s hanging the sensation in the middle of almost sex, I felt the lust even more— the hot drunken emotion.

I even moaned…

Slowly, he entered his, as his hands traveled around my legs.

This isn't just lust…

This isn't just sex.

This is something else, there’s more than lust in between his eyes.

But why is he trying to keep himself from feeling it?

Why is he hurting himself?

He’s kissing me as he moves.

But I can't help tearing up not just because of the feeling of having sex.

But I can’t remains like this.

I can't take it.

I can't afford to be just the slave of his money, and not the only one.

That fucking Aileen…

How could she be the only one to own Apollo?

How come I couldn't?

As he finished, I looked at his drunk eyes and claimed him again using my lips, as tears continued to escape from the edge of my eyes.

“You've heard me say I like you before,” Apollo whispered. “I'm not going to just give you to someone else. I'm sorry I began speculating on you. I'm sorry I let you feel as though you were a slut. But I won't do it anymore.”

His voice is nearly breaking, trying hard to keep his statement intact.

“I love every inch of you, to the point I couldn’t control it bursting out of my chest, that I had to pretend I don’t care.”

I couldn't believe what was happening as I lay in Apollo's arms. Were both lying down on the table.

Did he had just confessed his feelings for me?

I wasn't sure if it was real or if it was just a moment of passion. I looked up at him, my heart racing in my chest.

"Are you serious?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Apollo nodded, his eyes locked onto me. "I am," he said. "I know I've been distant, but I can't help the way I feel about you. I want to make things real between us."

I felt a warmth spread through my body at his words. I had been trying to hide my feelings for him, but it seemed that we were mutual.

I sat up, looking at him in the dim light of the VIP room.

"But what about the contract?" I asked, her brow furrowed. "You said not to fall for you."

Apollo reached out and took my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I know what I said," he said. "But I can't help the way I feel. I don't want this to be just a business arrangement. I want us to be together, for real."

The only thing I've been wishing to come true had just… come true.

I looked at him, unsure of what to say.

I had always been wary of getting too involved with the men I met at the club, but there was something different about Apollo. He was more than just a customer, he was someone who I had gotten to know on a personal level.

"I...I don't know what to say," I stammered, my heart racing. "I like you too, Apollo. But I'm scared. And you know, you surprised me."

Apollo reached out and brushed a strand of hair from my face. "I understand," he said. "But we can take things slow. We don't have to rush into anything. I just want to be with you, Beatrix."

I looked at him, my heart filled with emotion. I had never felt this way about anyone before, and it was both thrilling and terrifying. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.

"I need to think about this," I said finally. "I need to make sure that this is what I want, and that it's not just because of everything that's been happening with my brother."

Yes… this is the only thing I've been wishing for.

But since I was exposed to the Cartier family issues, I'm starting to have doubts. I mean, I still need time to figure out how to get myself out of involvement in their issues. I wanted to live my life without the pressure from Cartiers.

Apollo nodded, looking at me with understanding. "I understand," he said. "Take all the time you need. I'll be here when you're ready."

I leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips before standing up and getting dressed.

My head spinning with all of the emotions I was feeling.

I wasn't sure what the future held, but for the first time in a long time, I felt hopeful.

As I was getting myself dressed up again, Apollo helped me.

Both of us were smiling at each other as if we were crazy.

But then, suddenly, someone budged in.

I know who she is, and she gives me a hard slap— left and right.

She didn't hesitate to bang my head on the table.

She was sobbing and some of her tears are flowing down my cheeks. I can feel every drop of it.

I have no time now to dress up, so I just wrapped around me the nearest tablecloth from me and then go away.

When I looked back, she was being reprimanded by Apollo himself.

I suddenly felt my tears.

This is why I don't know if I will continue having a relationship with Apollo or if starting a relationship with him is worth it.

I don't really know that this would happen again, but why? Why does she always attack me?

"How dare you to have sex with Apollo?! Come back here, you’re a slut! I will rip apart your bone, I will kill you!”

Yes, kill me instead…

Come to think of it. What about my brother?

Even the fact that I wanted to suicide, I couldn’t do it because there was someone else that will suffer.

If it's only me then why not?

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3rd P.O.V.

Harley and Charis looked at her with concern as she made her way back from the VIP room. "Beatrix, what happened? Why are you covered in tablecloth?" Charis asked, noticing the distant look in her eyes.

Charis put her into a private area of the club as she let Beatrix talk.

Beatrix shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. "I don't know," she replied honestly. "I just had an encounter with Apollo in the VIP room."

Harley's eyes widened. "What? What happened?"

Beatrix looked at her friend and let out a sigh. "We had an intimate night," she said softly, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. But there was a hint of gloom.

Charis gasped in surprise, while Harley looked like he was about to explode with anger. "What the hell, Beatrix?" he exclaimed. "After everything I've told you about him, you still went ahead and slept with him?"

Beatrix raised an eyebrow at him. "I know I'm a fool… I’m really sorry. I never thought this would happen. But please, don't be angry at Apollo.”

Harley looked at her with a pained expression. "I can't help because I care about you, Rix," he said quietly. "I don't want to see you get hurt."

Beatrix softened at his words. She knew that Harley was just looking out for her, even if he was a little overprotective sometimes. "I appreciate your concern, Harley," she said, giving him a small smile. "But I can take care of myself."

Charis chimed in, trying to lighten the mood. "So, what now?" she asked. "Why are you crying? Did something else happen after an intimate night?”

Beatrix shook her head, couldn't find words to say.

"I don't know," Beatrix replied, her voice trembling. "I went to the VIP room to deliver the food, and then someone reached out to me. It was Apollo, and we had an intimate moment, but then his fuck buddy barged in and slapped me."

Harley's face turned red with anger. "I told you, Beatrix, that guy is no good for you. He's just using you."

"But I like him," Beatrix said, tears streaming down her face. "And he said he likes me too. He wanted to make everything real between us."

Charis put her hand on Beatrix's shoulder. "Rix, you deserve better than this. You deserve someone who will love and respect you, not just use you for his pleasure."

Harley nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and I'll be here for you no matter what. I'll cover all your expenses if you decide to leave him."

Beatrix wiped her tears and smiled weakly. "Thank you, guys. But I'm not ready to leave him yet. And you know that it's unrealistic to provide for my brother's medication, Harley. I know it's not a perfect situation, but I have feelings for him. And right now, my brother is my priority."

Harley and Charis exchanged a worried glance but didn't push the issue further. Instead, they hugged Beatrix and promised to support her no matter what.

As Beatrix walked away, Harley muttered under his breath, "That guy is going to pay for what he did to her."

Suddenly, Aileen came out from the VIP room. Maybe Apollo couldn’t afford to stop her from attacking me.

Aileen caused a scene again.

She pulled my hair and slapped my face.

She bangs my head on any hard wall she saw.

Apollo pulled Aileen away from Beatrix and just threw her anywhere.

He checked up on Beatrix and just as when he was about to stand her up, Beatrix pulled Apollo away, and then run— naked. Only wrapped in a tablecloth.

Beatrix was running as fast as she could, tears streaming down her face, trying to cover her exposed body with the tablecloth that Apollo had given her. She couldn't believe what had just happened. Lila, Apollo's fuck buddy, had barged in and attacked her, leaving her with scratches on her face. Beatrix felt humiliated and violated.

She didn't know where she was going, but all she knew was that she had to get away from that room and from Apollo. She couldn't face him after what had just happened. Beatrix found an empty storage room and locked herself in, still clutching onto the tablecloth for dear life.

She was trying to compose herself when she heard a knock on the door. "Bea, it's me," Apollo's voice said.

Beatrix's heart was racing, and she didn't know if she was ready to face him. "Go away, Apollo," she replied, her voice shaking.

"Please, just let me in. I need to see you. I need to make sure you're okay," Apollo pleaded.

Beatrix took a deep breath and unlocked the door. Apollo walked in and closed the door behind him, taking in the sight of Beatrix, who was still crying and clutching onto the tablecloth.

"Bea, I'm so sorry. I had no idea she was going to do that. I didn't even know she was here," Apollo said, his voice filled with regret.

Beatrix couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You didn't know she was here? How could you not know? She's your fuck buddy, Apollo," Beatrix said, her voice rising with anger.

Apollo took a step back, realizing his mistake. "I know, I know. I should've been more careful. I'm sorry, Beatrix. I never meant for this to happen," he said, his voice softening.

Beatrix took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "Why did you even bring her here in the first place, Apollo? You knew how I felt about her," she asked, her voice cracking.

"I didn't bring her here, Rix. I swear. She must've followed me. I didn't even know she was in the club until she came into the VIP room," Apollo explained.

Beatrix didn't know what to believe anymore. She was hurt, angry, and confused. "I need some time alone, Apollo. Please leave," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Apollo nodded and walked towards the door, but before he left, he turned back to Beatrix. "I'll make it up to you, Bea. I promise. I'll do whatever it takes," he said, his voice filled with determination.

Beatrix didn't reply. She just watched as Apollo walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. She didn't know if she could forgive him for what had happened, but one thing was for sure, things were never going to be the same between them again.

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