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2 ELIJAH

"I want grandchildren."

That's the first thing my dying father tells me as I sit down next to him on his hospital bed. This Italian family issue is a major thorn in my side, and I always have to remind my father that we're no longer in Sicily and that family is a relative concept on this side of the world.

" Dad, we've discussed how I feel about having a family."

" Then you're not leaving me any other choice, Elijah." He looks at me sternly. "To be my successor, you'll need to have a child, and if you don't, your brother will step in as the next in line."

" You can't do this to me!" I rise abruptly from my seat. "I've been working towards that day for 14 years, while Michele is out there having fun with all his women. He has no clue what's happening in our businesses."

" It's your decision." My father simply replies. " Do it as soon as possible to witness the birth of my grandchild."

"Dad, I don't want to go through what you went through." I settle back into my chair. "I don't want my wife to suffer the same consequences as Mom."

" Your mother was a brave woman. Despite the life she led, she accepted me as I was and made me the man I am today. And you, my dear son, you've become a person devoid of feelings. I don't want you to be a work machine. What I desire for your life is that you find happiness with a family by your side."

" I don't need it."

" Believe me, son." He takes my hand. " You'll need it. Now think it over and let me rest for a bit."

I nod and exit his room, allowing his nurse to enter.

Honestly, I'm not sure how to feel about it. Having a family doesn't align with my personality. I'm calculating, cold, everything must be planned out. And not just that, I have so many enemies gunning for me that I couldn't provide stability for a family of my own.

I needed to shake off the stress my father placed on my shoulders, so I grabbed my phone and informed Walter that I'll be at the club in a few minutes.

I have my own business, separate from my father's jurisdiction, where I'm the sole boss capable of handling everything without reporting to anyone else. GOTIC is the name— it's a towering building divided into floors. The first is where anyone can come and enjoy a good party. The second is for members paying a monthly fee. The third is for high-level executives, politicians, athletes, models, and more. And then there's the fourth, accessible only to members who pay an annual fee of $500,000, reaping substantial benefits and, above all, fulfilling their dirtiest desires.

The fourth floor consists of a series of rooms where a woman is ready to satisfy your needs without complaint.

I stop in front of my club, the valet parking attendant welcomes me, and I hand over my car keys. The ladies inside start sighing over me. I won't deny it, being extremely handsome has its perks, but right now, I don't want anyone else around.

I stood in my usual spot, watching everyone enjoy themselves, until she arrived.

I smelled a delicious smell of flowers...lavender specifically, and when she spoke to me, my whole body bristled and my cock inside my pants came to life, her reddish bush of hair caught my attention, and when I saw her walk away her curves hypnotized me.

— "She's a beauty," Harold, my bodyguard, remarks.

— She didn't tell me her name, — I murmur.

I rise from my seat and observe her weaving through the crowd until she reaches Walter.

I grab my phone and text the man to come over, and in a few seconds, he's by my side.

— "What's the name of the redhead?" is the first thing I ask.

— "Alicia Star, sir."

— "And how long has she been working for me?"

— "For two weeks, actually. She's one of the favorites among the customers because she's pleasant and receives generous tips."

I nod my head.

— "Sir, I apologize if I'm being intrusive, but did she do something wrong?" Walter inquires.

— "No," I simply respond. "I want her to serve me exclusively all night, on every floor I visit."

— "Yes, sir. I'll convey that to Alicia."

Walter is about to leave when I speak again.

— "Do you know anything about Michele?"

— "No, sir. He hasn't returned to the club, and we hope it stays that way."

— "Thank you, Walter. You may go now."

I don't take my eyes off her. Her fair complexion makes me want to kiss every inch of her skin, but at the same time, I feel infuriated. Every time a guy approaches her to flirt, she responds with a wide smile on her face.

Restlessly, I watch as an older man approaches her from behind, placing his disgusting hand on her lower back. I see her visibly uncomfortable, but the man keeps persisting. I watch her shake her head and furrow her brow in response.

"Harold," my bodyguard approaches. "Please bring Miss Star over."

"As you wish, sir."

I keep my eyes on the man and Alicia, who appears even more uncomfortable. Harold, who stands around two meters tall, pushes the man away and talks to Alicia, who agrees to go with him.

Restlessly, I watch the mane of red hair draw closer to my vicinity. Her face exudes tenderness and innocence, her cheeks slightly flushed, and her eyes reflecting a hint of nervousness.

"Did you call for me, Mr. Morgan?"

"Please call me Elijah," I say.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I couldn't do that. It would violate the rules between an employee and an employer."

A smile graces my lips at the intelligent girl.

"What did that guy say to you?" I point my finger toward the elderly man who's still at the bar.

"Um… He mentioned something about the fourth floor," she shifts uncomfortably. "I don't know what's up there, but I assume it's not good."

A heavy fury settled within me. For annual members, it's strictly forbidden to coerce employees of my establishment, as there are already other women or men responsible for providing those kinds of performances within the rooms. That asshole isn't going to take Alicia anywhere.

"Everyone sees the fourth floor as they want, but that's not where you should be," I respond. "Harold, get that guy out of here and suspend his membership."

"As you wish, sir."

"Do you want to see the show?"

I smile coldly as Harold approaches the old man and grabs his shirt to confront him. I hear Alicia gasp and cover her face, completely surprised.

"Is he going to be hurt?" she asks.

"Do you care?"

"Sir... I don't want anyone to suffer because of me."

"It's not your fault, Alicia. It's his fault for disobeying my rules."

She looked me straight in the eyes and my cock stirred inside my pants, her innocent look, her red lips half open, and her blushing cheeks are what is driving me crazy, it's as if cupid with a crush had made me fall in love with this woman, it's a feeling that is simply inexplicable and maybe, just maybe, I should accept my father's proposal thanks to the redhead beauty in front of me.

I try to control all the hormones racing through my body and smile at Alicia.

"Did Walter mention that you'll be with me all night?"

"Yes," she timidly nods her head. "May I ask why?"

"Can't my employees attend to me?" I raise an eyebrow incredulously.

"No, no, don't take it as an offense, sir. It's just that..." She scratches her neck. "I'm new here, and I don't know beyond the first floor."

"Don't worry about that. I'll take care of everything." I wink at her, and her cheeks turn even redder. "You're very lovely, Alicia. Has anyone ever told you that?"

"Um... I don't think those are words a boss should use with their employee."

"I'm sorry, but from the moment I saw you, I wanted to express how beautiful you are. That's why the asshole who was harassing you wouldn't leave you alone." I utter the last words with anger. "Never let another customer get close to you like that again, Alicia."

I watch her shift uncomfortably on the VIP sofa.

"Should I go back to work?" She changes the subject completely.

"Yes, but don't let anyone get close to you again. Tonight, you're just for me, Alicia." I reply as I take my tequila.

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