Games 008

Madison POV

The bar lights shone around, I stood staring at the name written on it. 'Satin Sins.' weird name but at least it was about to pay my bills.

I took a deep breath, the cool night air sharp in my lungs. “Well, here we go,” I muttered, steeling myself as I pushed toward the club’s entrance. The bouncer barely glanced at me, just nodded at my name on the guest list and waved me through.

The heavy bass of the music hit me like a wall as I stepped inside, the dim lights and writhing bodies on the dance floor a stark contrast to the suffocating quiet of Maddox’s mansion.

I shouldn’t be here." I know maddie. I should be halfway across the country, far from his reach and from those dark brown eyes that saw right through me. Sighs. I also know Maddie.

I shook my head, shoving the thought away. "Focus Maddie." This job was my actual escape. Maybe a few nights dancing, some cash in my pocket, and I would be gone before Maddox could do anything.

At least, that’s what I told myself. But his words screamed in my mind. "I’ve watched you, wanted you, planned for you". Those twisted in my gut.

How long had he been watching me? And Eva… my best friend, the one person I thought I could trust… had she really betrayed me? Set me up for that monster?

I walked ahead, my face up like if I knew where I was going to. I walked to the bartender and he recognised me at first glance.

"Maddie right?" He called.

"Yeah, I'm here for the dance full in job." I smiled politely at gim.

"There, that's the club’s manager, Tony." He pointed to the session labelled VIP. He looked with with a fake tan and a sleazy smile.

I walked towards him, "Hi, I'm....."

"Madison, right? You’re the new girl whom Carl suggested to work here right?" he asked, his eyes raking over me in a way that made my skin crawl.

I forced a smile, nodding. “Yeah, that’s me, I’m here for the interview.”

“Great, great. You’ve got the look,” he said, gesturing vaguely at my body. “Let’s see what you can do on the stage, you can start tonight as a testing phase. At the private room, a VIP client. He’s paying big, food think Carl suggested you, so don’t screw it up.”

My stomach dropped. “Tonight? I thought this was just an interview.”

Tony shrugged, already turning away. “You want the job, you dance at the VIP’s room. He's waiting, the dressing room is that way.” He pointed to a hallway at the back of the club, and before I could argue, he was gone, swallowed by the crowd.

I stood there, frozen, my heart pounding. A private dance for some random VIP? This wasn’t what Carl told me, and it wasn't what I signed up for. I thought I would have time to ease into this, like maybe I'll be shown around, like thought by some seniors.

Fuck me, screw me. Let's do this. I walked to the dressing room, it was a cramped, glitter dusted mess of costumes and makeup. A few other girls were getting ready, their laughter and chatter filling the space, but I kept my head down. I didn’t want friends and I didn’t want to get attached. I just wanted to do this job, get paid and get out.

I slipped into the outfit that I had found at the table, scattered lay placed. It was a skimpy black number that left little to the imagination—and stared at myself in the mirror.

The girl looking back didn’t feel like me, she looked like someone who belonged in a place like this. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to breathe. "You can do this, Maddie. Even if you can't, you have to."

The music shifted to a slower, sultry beat and one of the girls poked her head in. “Uhmmm, newbie, you’re up. Tony said room three, don’t keep him waiting.”

My legs felt like lead as I walked down the dim hallway to the private rooms. My heart hammered so loud I was sure the client would hear it. I didn’t know what I was more afraid of, dancing for some stranger or the chance that Maddox would find out.

I remembered how I sneaked out this evening, trying to hide from the goddamn demon. And I successfully did it. "He can’t know," I told myself. "He won’t know if I don't tell him right."

Well I wasn't scared of him but ..... Fuck, I was actually scared of him, his gaze when he shout always scares me. I hissed at the thought of Maddox finding out.

Room three was small, lit by a single red bulb that cast everything in a hazy glow. The client was already there, seated in a plush chair, his face half hidden in the shadow. My breath caught as I stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind me. “Hi,” I said, my voice shakier than I wanted. “I’m… I’m Madison.”

He leaned forward slightly, the light catching his features, and my heart stopped as I realised who It was. And guess what?

It wasn’t just any VIP. It was 'Maddox.' His lips curved into that familiar, infuriating smirk, his dark eyes glinting with amusement and something far more dangerous. My mouth formed an o shape as I realised how good looking he could be with a black button up shirt and the pair of chains that clicks every where.

“Well, princess,” he drawled, his voice smooth as satin, “you didn’t think you could run from me that easily, did you?”

I froze, my mouth dry and my mind scrambling for a way out. “What… what are you doing here?” I managed, my voice barely a whisper. My hands clenched into fists, nails digging into my palms.

He shouldn’t be here, maybe I was just dreaming. But that damn smirk. That sexy smirk. It told me everything that this wasn’t a coincidence. Coincidence doesn't exist.

I knew he had planned this, just like he had planned everything else.

Maddox leaned back in the chair, his long legs stretched out, his tattooed arms crossed casually over his chest. He looked like a king on a throne, completely in control, while I felt like I was unraveling. “Dance for me, Maddie,” he said, his voice low and commanding, that edge of danger making my pulse race. “Show me what you were so eager to give to some....... Filthy stranger.”

My face burned, anger and fear twisting together. “You don’t own me,” I snapped, but my voice shook, betraying me. “I’m not doing this, you can stay here, I'm leaving.”

His smirk widened, and he stood, his towering frame filling the small room. He loomed over me, his presence suffocating. “Leaving?” he said, stepping closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous murmur. “You think you can just walk out of here? After everything?” His eyes raked over me, taking in the skimpy outfit, and I felt exposed and vulnerable like a prey. “You’re mine, princess. It seems you don't understand that you don’t get to dance for anyone else.”

I backed up, my legs hitting the edge of the small stage, trapping me. “This is my life, Maddox,” I said, trying to sound strong, but my voice cracked. “You can’t just… control me like this. That night was just... just a mistake. I’m not yours.” I said emphasizing on the 'just.'

He chuckled, a dark, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “A mistake?” He stepped closer closing the distance between us, his hand reached out to tilt my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. His touch was gentle, but the intensity in his eyes was anything but. “You can lie to yourself all you want, but your body doesn’t lie. I felt it last night, worst of all princess is.... I heard it. You called me Daddy because you were desperate. You wanted me.”

My cheeks burned, shame and anger flooding me. “I was drunk,” I whispered, but the words felt weak and hollow. Because he was right, and I hated it. I hated that he was right. I hated the way my body reacted to him, even now with his hand on my face, his breath warm against my skin.

“You weren’t that drunk,” he murmured, his thumb brushing my lower lip. “And you’re not leaving, not untill you dance for me tonight. Not even ever.” He leaned in, his lips hovering just above mine, and I hated how my heart raced, how my body betrayed me with a shiver. “Dance for me, princess or I’ll make you.”

I yanked myself away, my heart pounding. “Go to hell,” I spat, turning for the door, but his hand shot out, grabbing my wrist firm enough to stop me. His grip was like iron and it was unyielding, as his eyes burned into mine.

“You can fight me all you want,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, “but you’re not walking out of this room until I say so. And trust me, Maddie, I always get what I want.”

Good for him. What if I don't yield to him. I smirked at him.....