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With thick tension brewing between us I took his hand in mine, slipping his pointer finger past my lips.

Swirling my tongue around the digit I slowly pulled back then sucked long and hard, feeling the strain in his pants between my thighs. That’s it, surrender to me.

I pulled his finger from my mouth with a pop and the music pierced through our bubble, ripping me back out to reality.

The girls and I found our positions back on stage, dominating the pole.

The white spotlight made it difficult to see the men in front of us but I didn’t miss Antonio slightly shifting in his seat, adjusting himself.

After our performance, we were instructed to make our way to one side of the stage then slowly—seductively–move across to give the men one last look before we disappeared backstage.

With a heavy exhale I rested my hands on my hips, throwing my head back. If that didn’t convince the target, I was fucked.

“You okay?” Silvia grabbed my arm, concern lining her face and I forced a smile.

“Yeah.” I breathed.

The girls were asked to grab all their belongings and leave the room but I slipped back into my previous dress and touched up my makeup.

As soon as I reached the back door, Kiryl was already waiting for me, a lit cigarette between his lips.

“Miss Nirah.” He smiled, dropping the cigarette to the floor before crushing it underneath his shiny black shoe. “Shall we?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle as he extended his arm toward me. I snaked my arm through his and he led me around the building and to the front entrance.

The view in front of me right now was most definitely better than the stuffy room I’d just been in.

Elegant gowns, crisp suits and loads of champagne.

As soon as we entered, my eyes immediately landed on Antonio as he headed in our direction. He didn’t see us, so I pulled away from Kiryl who tried to stop me but failed.

When Antonio’s eyes landed on me, they shifted to Kiryl and he nodded, signaling for Kiryl to back off.

“What game are you playing at?” I asked, approaching Antonio’s side as he and I walked to the stairs.

“I don’t play games.” He firmly stated without looking at me.

“You claim to hate me but then you force me to marry you, and beg me to be your date tonight,” I said as we climbed the stairs.

“I don’t beg.” ‘I don’t beg’, please.

“And then, to make matters worse, you have me dance for you and not the actual target.” I sighed, catching my breath. “Can you at least tell me if it worked,” I asked but when he blatantly ignored me, I poked his shoulder repeatedly. “Hello? Can you hear me?” I asked and he turned around, grabbing my wrist.

“Do you hear that?” He stepped closer. “The world is so much more peaceful when you don’t open your fucking mouth,” he hissed, harshly releasing my wrist. Asshole.

Looking down at my wrist I gently rubbed the skin until we finally got to the top of the stairs and he unlocked one of the doors.

I stepped forward, bumping into his broad back as he stood in the doorway. “Ow.” I rubbed my forehead.

He turned around and shoved me up against the open door, his hands resting on either side of my head. As usual, the vein in his forehead was protruding.

I gently placed my thumb on the crease between his eyebrows. “Frowning causes wrinkles,” I said before slowly pulling my hand back down.

He let out an ‘unbelievable’ scoff and I couldn’t help but smile at his vivid irritation.

“Oh.” Someone cleared their throat and my head whipped right. “I see you’ve found someone.” Hiro Noshimuri stared back at us.

“No, it’s not what you think.” I shook my head and he tilted his head to the side in confusion, his jaw tight.