His Secret Temptation

Growing up wasn't easy for me one bit.

If there was anything I ever learned It was "Work hard so I could run away, live a good life and stay far away from this mess of the home.

I have a job at a bakery which doesn't really pay quite well. I just survive from paycheck to paycheck, no savings .

Until one day, Clara told me about this gig

"Have you heard of the bar down the lane?" Clara asked as we do swept the bakery together.

"I'm not going clubbing with you." I chipped in before Clara would ask and make a cute face.

"Nahh.... Not that. They're hiring waitresses to help serve drinks for a night. Their regular customers are tired of seeing the same face."

"I've got a job, Clara. Besides working shifts every night is exhausting, I won't have time for myself at all."

"It's just for a night and the pay is...." Clara motioned for me to come closer and I did. "$500 per night."

I gasped. "That's a lot. Just for a night?"

"Besides it's not like you make a lot of money here. Just one night and you've tripled your finances and you fund that trip for you and Zack. Think about it." Clara said as she slipped the flyer into my pocket. This is an opportunity but this is a bar...

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‎I walked into the bar, my mind fixed on working because here "THE MORE YOU SERVE,THE MORE YOU EARN" that was the main rule here according to the manager.

‎I was assigned to serve the VIPs tonight, I guess I was exceptionally lucky today. I adjusted my miniskirt, mustered some courage and walked into the VIP room, with the bottle of champagne and ice.

‎Immediately I walked in, I locked eyes with Mr Salvatore who was covered in a cloud of smoke, I suddenly remembered Ivy's words. Mr Salvatore is a young ruthless Mafia kingpin who is cold and calculating.

He commands respect and fear. He exudes power with a calm yet intimidating presence. Always well dressed usually in tailored suits.

He rarely raises his voice but delivers orders that can end lives with a mere nod. He's strategic, manipulative, and emotionally detached, using loyalty, fear, and blackmail to control his empire.

‎He trusts no one completely, he keeps his enemies close, and he's always ten steps ahead. Despite his brutality, he often maintains a calm, he's charming when needed, deadly when crossed.

‎I plastered a smile on my face and straightened my back, determined to make money tonight, I told myself tonight that he wasn't different from other guests, just serve him and leave.

‎When I walked in, he didn't say anything, he just watched my movements as I placed the champagne next to the whiskey " This is probably for his girlfriend. " I thought to myself.

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‎I was about to walk away, when I heard his hoarse voice " Come here " I froze on the spot, his voice hoarse and scary sending chills down my spine.

I started wondering what I did wrong, because the rule here states that " IF ANY VIP IS DISSATISFIED WITH YOUR SERVICE YOU'RE GETTING FIRED ON THE SPOT. " My Manager's words replayed in my ears.

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‎" Is there something else you'd like? " I asked trying to sound professional but deep down I knew I wasn't I could feel goosebumps on my skin because his gaze on my body was tearing me apart

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‎" What's your duty tonight? " he asked without taking his eyes off my body. I adjusted my miniskirt and spoke " I'm to serve the VIPs tonight " he sat up and  extinguished his cigarette.

‎I saw a little smile on his face as he sipped his drink " Come closer " he spoke calmly. I walked closer, he placed his glass loudly on the table and two huge men came out from the shadows.

‎ They made me kneel before him and they held my hands behind my back. " What are you doing?! Let me go!! " I screamed but I realized that no one could hear me. VIP rooms are always soundproof to protect our customers privacy. He poured himself a glass of the wine I brought.

‎" What do you want from me? " I asked as I stopped trying to force my way out.

Mr Salvatore sighed " You're meant to SERVE the VIPs." He said as he slowly unbuttoned my shirt exposing my breasts " You don't even understand your job description. " Mr Salvatore said as he brushed his finger on my soft breast.

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‎I smiled as I understood what he meant, I turned to look at the huge men who held me,they faced the opposite direction and I felt one of their grip loose. " He was paying attention to what's happening behind him or he probably didn't want to hurt a woman. I thought as I smiled to myself,forced my hand out and slapped Mr Salvatore with that speed.

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‎For a split second, everyone in the room was shocked. I immediately pushed the other guy and tried to make a run for the door when one of the bodyguards held my neck and forced me to face Mr Salvatore.

My heart began beating fast and I knew that I was gonna lose my job for hitting a VIP.

" Do you know what you just did? " He asked as he proceeded to touch his cheek. " You just dialed death's number. "

I locked eyes with Mr Salvatore and asked. " Who are you to decide what happens to me? "

" I am Andrea Salvatore and you shall belong to me. Trust me you'll pay for what you just did. " He locked his eyes in mine and the colourful lights flickered on his face making him look dangerous.

He relaxed on his chair. " Let her go. She's not even pretty, very undeserving of the name - Adrielle. " He said as he looked at me with disgust in his eyes.

‎I took off the name tag and everything else that belonged to the bar. I hurried back to the house without checking out.

I couldn't take another embarrassment from my manager. I'll rather quit. If she finds about what happened today... I know I'd lose my job but I'd be lucky if I don't get in jail.

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‎" Why are you back early? " My step mother asked as she took her eyes away from the television.

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‎" I got fired. " I replied calmly and she let out a loud laugh "As expected,you never cease to disappoint. It's barely two hours since you left and you've already lost the job." she let out another laugh. " There's no food for you tonight, because you're lazy and useless. " she spat as she stood up and walked inside.

‎I sighed and went to my room because this was normal, I've gotten used to it. Her hurtful words no longer have an effect on me anymore. I have to figure out what will happen to me tomorrow because I can't die now, I also can't go to jail not with my mother's unsolved money laundering case, I also can't leave Zack.

Zack is my boyfriend, the only man in this world that I'd trust. He's always beside me when I need him, he's next to me during my bad days providing comfort and protection. Something I've been deprived off in my own home.

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‎ THE NEXT MORNING

‎I got to work at the bakery shop where I work as one of the delivery staffs and everything was normal, I must admit I had expecting to see people talking.

Because most of the workers here also have night shifts at the bar, they pay pretty well if you're able to leave a lasting impression on their guests. That's what I was told and I entertained the idea of working in a bar to live properly.

I expected to see Ivy circulating stories around but no.

Everyone behaved normal. My phone chimed and I saw a bank payment from the club.

‎I quickly dialed Mrs Charlotte,the bar's manager. " Hello "

‎" Adrielle be fast I'm busy. " She ordered

‎" I just got paid. Why? " I could hear the sound of her bubble gum, I could imagine the expression on her face while chewing the gum.

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‎" Mr Salvatore was feeling generous last night and he gave you a tip, you weren't paid. "

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‎" Why did he tip me such amount, by any chance did he ask you for my contact information? " I inquired as I heard a loud laugh. " She thinks Mr Salvatore wants her. " My fists clenched as laughed it out with her workers.

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‎" Are you stupid? Why would Mr Salvatore be interested in you? " Mrs Charlotte asked as she laughed and ended the call.

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‎What is going on? Nothing makes sense at all,he tipped me? Why?

I sighed and walked in ready for work. " Adrielle, there's an order for you." My manager yelled as he walked out of his office.

" So early?? " He shot me a glare which made me shut up. He packaged the pastries and handed it to me with the address.

When I got there, I couldn't help but be captivated by how huge it looked, this is the first time I've ever stepped foot inside a house as huge as this is.

I thought the rich had maids who could bake and make whatever they want. Why would he order from a bakery like ours?

The gate creaked open slowly, and I stepped inside, unsure of what to expect. The villa looked quiet. It sat in the middle of thick trees and cold stone walls, like it was hidden from the world on purpose.

A few guards stood near the entrance, dressed in black, their faces unreadable. No smiles. No words. Just a silent nod for me to follow.

One of the guards opened a door and stepped aside.

" Wait here, " he said.

I nodded and walked in.

The visiting room was quiet. It was simple but rich and expensive, dark walls, tall windows, heavy curtains, and two leather chairs across from a couch. A glass table sat between them, everything was spotless.

I stood back straight, hands clasped tightly holding the box wondering who this mysterious being was.

Suddenly, a figure walked in and to my surprise I saw HIM...