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Keeping HIs Dollface
LESLIE AYLA
ChapterOne
Andre
She’s absolutely astounding. I’m in the middle of reprimanding one of my lieutenants for the ridiculous way he handled a very delicate situation. My gaze is glued to her for the entire four-song set. The way she moves on the pole is like nothing I’ve ever seen before. And as the owner of a string of strip joints, that is saying quite a lot. The—larger than normal—Monday night crowd is just as transfixed by her as I am. Amy told me she’d hired on talent, but the way she shared had me thinking that the girl was young and inexperienced.
This beauty does look young, but the way her body moves does not come across as inexperienced. Her luscious curves wrap themselves around the pole in an erotic dance that has my cock perking up. The most ridiculously long pink and purple curls move through the air as she goes from one move to the next. As the closing notes ofCrazy in Loveechoes through the club, she ends her number with an intricate twirl that has her hanging upside down.
Darkness descends as the house lights are turned down and the spotlight on the centre stage is switched off. The roaring crowd rises to their feet and more money gets thrown on the stage than I’ve seen in a long time. When the lights are turned back on, the pink and purple-haired vixen is no longer on the stage. The stagehands are picking up the last of the bills strewn by the audience. They call for an encore, but this is something I’ve never allowed in my clubs before. I turn my attention back to the imbecile sitting in front of me. I’m just about to get back to explaining to him exactly what will be happening to him next whenDirty Daddystarts playing over the club’s audio system.
My attention immediately returns to the stage, and as livid as I am to see the little brat back on the stage doing something Ineverallow, I can’t help but stare at her like all the other drooling idiots around the club. When I hear the song coming to an end, I signal Amy closer, and I can just about feel her nerves as she makes her way closer to me.
“Andre, I know-” I interrupt her before she can get another word in.
“Get that little minx out here and to my table the second she’s dressed again. I don’t want any excuses or explanations.”
She scuttles off to do my bidding, and I look back at the people gathered around the table.
“So, Charles, you were about to tell me what you think an acceptable punishment would be for trying to abduct a completely innocent woman?” His Adam’s apple bobs as he takes an extra second—one I am not really inclined to grant—before he answers my question.
“Andre, you have been watching her for years. I saw an opportunity and decided to capitalise on it.”
“Unacceptable. You know my rules. But the most important one is that no one ever touches an innocent woman,” I say as my voice lowers to an almost whisper. I look towards Johannes—my right-hand man—and give him a slight nod. “Stuur hom plaas toe, die varke is honger.” A soft gasp has me looking up at the delicious dancer with her hand held against her mouth, her large dark brown eyes looking at me in fear.Well well well, it seems someone might understand Afrikaans.
“Calm down, Dollface. Sit down. Seems we have some talking to do,” My tone is soothing as I grab her hand and gently tug her down to sit in the booth next to me. She slowly lowers herself, not that my grip on her hand gave her much of a choice. “Let’s start with the easy questions first, what’s your name, Dollface?”
“Amanda,” she answers in the most adorable South African accent. Fuck, she did understand me. She’s looking at her hand still held in mine like she’s waiting for it to catch alight. I don’t let go. She might as well get used to me touching her. There is no way I am letting her go. I do, however, rub soft circles in the palm of her hand with my thumb.
“Ah, I see, and what are you doing in London, pretty thing?”
She whispers something inaudible. This certainly will not do. I reach across to her, tipping her chin up so she’s forced to look at me. Her entire body is trembling, and she’s breathing so fast I’m worried she might be on the verge of having a panic attack.
“Amanda, Dollface, look at me. There we go, look at those pretty eyes. Next, you are going to take one big breath for me and keep it in for a second. Good girl. Now, let it out.” As she exhales a large breath, I instruct her to repeat the action a couple more times. Once her breathing seems to be under control, I gently grip her chin and look deep into her eyes.
“Okay, love. First, I do not hurt women. Ever. You’re safe with me and my men, okay?” I wait for a beat to see if what I’m telling her registers. She gives me what I want in the form of a nod. “Good girl. Second, we do have to clear up what you just heard. I will never hurt you, but I can’t have you going around telling people about my business. Do you think you can give me some of your time so we can talk through our options?”
At this point, I’m just making things up as I go along. I have no idea how I’m going to convince this pretty little doll to keep her delectable lips shut, not to mention how to get her in my bed, and on her knees in front of me. Her head bobs up and down in a small nod of agreement, and I squeeze her hand as a show of praise. Now, to get rid of the trash so I can focus on her.
“Johannes, gethimout of my sight and make sure he stays that way.” I wait as Johannes gets up and drags the idiot away from the table. He knows better than to beg for his life, Johannes’s reputation ensures his cooperation.
Good. Now that that’s been taken care of, I can focus on my new doll.
* * *
Amanda
Okay, suffice it to say, I am terrified. Amy told me about Andre and warned me what kind of man he is. That I had to mind my Ps and Qs and just apologise for breaking the ‘no encore’ rule. She gave me this whole thing about not making excuses and just owning up to it. But as terrified as I am right now, I can’t help but feel like Amy was exaggerating. He certainly came across as a capable and scary man, but I do not feel like he would harm me. In a way, I didn’t want him to. He took the time to calm me down, after my initial freak-out, and why would he do that if he was going to just send me to the farm with the squirrely-looking guy that was just taken out of here?
Adding to his calming demeanour, he is the most attractive man I’ve been in contact with, in a long fucking time. The dark suit envelopes his strong but lean physique in a way that can only be done by something that is hand-tailored. I want to trace his strong jawline with my tongue and those piercing blue eyes anchor me to the seat. My inner slut wants to lay down at his feet and beg him to show me exactly what he is capable of.
“Dollface, what am I going to do with you?”
“Keep me?” slips out of my mouth.What the actual fuck did I just say?The large, scary crime lord gives a roaring laugh.
“Well, doll, that is exactly what I had in mind. It certainly makes things easier if we’re on the same page. But, before we get ahead of ourselves, do you want to discuss what you heard?”
