Whip

She used to dance at a local brothel where I used to go to. I saw her dance like her life depended on it and her skills were unmatched. I fell in love with her that night and I came to watch her regularly. There were numerous dancers there and only she caught my attention. A few days ago, I went there and I was told that she no longer works there. I made my men search for her all over the city with just a picture of her. They couldn't get her because of the mask she wore. I wished so much to see her again. I've turned all the clubs, brothels, and bars upside down just to look for her. I wonder where she was.

I began to watch the videos. These were all regular dancers. No one possesses her skills. Maybe she quit dancing. Just maybe. I thought.

I kept on watching boring videos of women dancing. None of them were her.

I instantly called Carlos, my manager to come in.

"These women are not qualified to dance in my club." I declared.

"But boss, these women are more skilled than the previous ones. " He explained to me but I wasn't interested to listen.

"Take this away," I ordered,

"Put up the fliers again,"

"Sir, are you sure you've checked all the videos and none of these women caught your attention? Especially the dancer with the whip?."

"I said none of them. Take the videos away." I yelled. "Wait! What did you say? I whip?" I asked him suddenly.

"Yes, boss her dancing was extremely wonderful."

"Show it to me," I demanded.

After surfing so many boring videos, we finally came to meet her. From her legs, up to her body and her neckline, I recognize them at first glance. She is the one. My face brightened with a pleasant glee.

I watched her video over and over again. I couldn't get enough of it.

She was beautiful and skilled. And her usual mask was on her face.

I could swear that I know this woman.

"Find her. Track the video. Do whatever you can to be this woman to me." I ordered.

"Boss, you could just invite her for a private performance and employ her. It's that easy." Carlos said to me.

"Yes, you're right. Employ her right now!." I declared.

Audrey's POV

Vincent wasn't home yet, I was still downstairs in the living room watching TV. Hazel has walked down the stairs severally, pacing restlessly. I guess that she was also waiting for Vincent to come.

I stood up from the couch and decided to go up to my room. I wouldn't want to be here to witness the couple smooch themselves when Vincent finally arrived. I couldn't help but feel jealous of them. I don't know why. My chest always burns whenever I see Vince act nicely toward Hazel. I tried to make myself understand that she was his woman and I was an ordinary slave to him. 'not for long

I came across Hazel on the staircase and she gave me a long irritating grin.

"Where did Vin bring you from? Why are you living here with him?." She asked me.

"Hazel, I would respect it if you don't bug into my business," I replied. I was done acting nicely toward her. She doesn't like me.

"I could make Vin chase you out in one act." She threatened.

"Oh, and I'll be glad if you do. I didn't want to be here anyway." I teased.

"Really?." She asked me. "What did Vin tell you."

"Hazel, I don't care about you or Vince. Just stay off my path." I warned and I tried to pass when I saw Hazel suddenly fall down the stairs.

"Hazel!." I screamed. The door suddenly opened and I met Vince's gaze. On seeing Hazel laying on the floor, Vincent got angry and rushed towards us.

"Vince, I swear, it wasn't me." I began to explain but he didn't give me the chance to. He quickly took Hazel with him while Garrett stayed with me and led me back to my room.

"I didn't touch Hazel." I tried to explain to him but he asked me to save my explanations for Vincent. They had guards watch me while I was locked up inside my room.