Alicia Grayson

A silver Roll Royce pulled up in front of the RoyalKingstone club, the driver came out first then rushed to open the door for his master.

A long beautiful legs strapped in red heels came out first then followed by another leg and finally the master came out.

The driver bowed and then made way for his master to come out fully, he closed the car behind her and watched as she strutted to the building. His eyes had admiration as he admired her beauty, truly his master was pretty, but when he remembered something disturbing about her, his smile fell. He rounded the car, went in and drove from there.

The lady walked with all grace as she passed some passers-by who stood to check her out, the men there whistled but no one was bold enough to call her or stop her. The lady got to the door and immediately the man at the gate saw her, his eyes lit up.

"Good evening Miss…" he gulped and shut his mouth when he realized the person he was talking to was no longer in front of him.

He sighed and shook his head while muttering words about her disrespect, the lady was the only person who could walk in without making a reservation. She and the master, of course.

The lady walked with her heels making slight noise on the floor, attracting people to herself like a moth to a flame. Everyone's head turned as she walked past the lobby, she only stopped walking when she got in front of the receptionist.

Her long nail painted in red tapped on the table, but that didn't get the receptionist attention.

Getting angry already she cleared her throat loudly, the receptionist who was so engrossed on her phone earlier raised her head up and let out a loud gasp.

"Goo… good evening, Miss." She stuttered, getting up in her feet at once.

The lady looked at the jittering receptionist and smile, she loved having this effect on those lower than her.

"Tell me something…" she trailed, her eyes moving to the name sticker on her clothes.

"I will ask you this once Rita, and you're to reply with the honest answer, am I clear?" She asked, and the receptionist now known as Rita bobbed her head up and down like an obedient child.

"Yes Miss." She answered.

"Is your boss in?" She asked, looking at her painted nails.

"Ye… Yes, Miss." Rita answered, almost wetting her clothes. She had been warned not to disclose her boss's information to outsiders, especially the lady standing before her but who was she to stand up against Alicia Grayson, heiress to the Grayson's group.

The young lady now known as Alicia smiled at the receptionist, "At least someone who knows not to get on my bad side." She picked her purse that was lying by her side.

"At the club, right?" She wasn't asking, instead she was confirming if she was right. She knew that the club was the only place the boss visits frequently, he hardly ever used the rooms in the building.

"Yes Miss." She turned and walked away from the receptionist, she passed some rooms before finally getting to the barroom. The door was opened for her by the guards, and immediately she got in, her eyes wandered around searching for a particular someone with green eyes.

Her lips pulled up in a smile when she saw him, but that smile fell when she saw who he was taking to.

'It couldn't be.' She thought.

Her hands clenched by her side as she glared at the pair, speaking like they have known each other for a long time. She glared at their backs and decided to go over and meet him, but she changed her mind. She wasn't going to disgrace herself in front of that low life bitch by causing a scene, instead she will just seat at this other side and watch as her plan unfolds.

Grinning evilly, Alicia moves to the other part of the bar, the bar man sighted her and groaned lowly then sighed before making his way towards her.

"Good evening, Miss Alicia." He greeted with a dull face. There was no need to act like he was happy to see her when both of them clearly knew that he wasn't.

"The usual." He stood there shocked as she smiled at him. That was very strange because the Alicia he knows wasn't that friendly with anyone, in fact, she hates everyone apart from herself.

"O…okay." He drawls and moved to the little bar filled with expensive drinks. He picked a bottle of the most expensive wine and pour in a glass, then placed it before her.

"Here's your drink, Miss." He turned to leave, but Alicia call stopped him.

"Yes, what can I help you with, Miss?" He politely asked.

"I have a job for you." She paused, picking up her glass and took a sip from it. Then continued, she smiled when she saw the impatient face of the bar man.

"Loosen up, Roland, you'll look older if you keep squeezing that pretty face of yours." She teased and winked at him.

Roland, gritted his teeth and look at Alicia indifferently, "what do you want Alicia?" He asked, trying to search her eyes for any clue. But it appears that she was now a master at masking her reaction.

"Just a little favor that's all," she shrugged drinking from her glass again.

"And?"

She twirled the wine in the glass, "Failure to do to my biding will earn a huge punishment." She chuckled evilly when she saw his angry face.

"You know you can't keep blackmailing me with my past, Alicia." He said lowly, even with the music, she could still hear him.

Alicia scoffed, then dropped the glass on the table angrily. "I can use it against you because I have the power and you have nothing. Listen here Roland, if you don't want to see your good ass in jail, how about you do what I'm about to say like the good dog that you are and stop questioning me." She glared at him, daring him to oppose her words.

Roland clenched his fists in anger, his whole body was vibrating with anger and all he wanted was to crash that glass cup on her head, but those were just his imagination. Doing hay meant he was as good as dead.

He sucked in some air before asking, "what do you want?" Alicia face brightened at that.

"I knew I could count on you."