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Viv POV

"You did not come to see me last night, Viv," Ozzy says as he sits down at the bar.

I look over at him. Why does this man warp my mind? I go over to him. "I am working, Ozzy," I say sternly.

"I want to talk to you," Ozzy says.

I set his whiskey down on the bar. "I think you have said everything you need to say to me, right? I mean, you did say you cannot tolerate a liar," I snap at him.

He does not like me snapping at him. He lets out a low growl and takes his drink away from the bar. I watch him as he walks over to talk to Conrad for a moment. Maybe he will just leave. I cannot deal with this right now. I look over to see Travis watching everything unfold. He looks pissed off. I cannot deal with these men in my life while I am at work.

I need a moment, so I duck out the back to smoke a quick cigarette. I sit down on a booze crate and try to relax just for a moment. Why do I get myself in this terrible situations? Maybe I should just talk to him and let him know that I am just too damn hurt to keep going with him like this.

We cannot be together anyway. What is he going to do? Sneak around with me behind the wolf council back? I do not think so, and he does not care enough for me to tell them to fuck off. He would never put me first. I need a man who will care for me and love me, not sneak around with me.

I lean back against the wall and look up at the stars. It is so peaceful out here. Maybe I will just hide out here all night. The door opens, and Conrad comes out to check on me.

"You okay out here, Viv?" Conrad asks. He looks concerned for me.

"Yeah, I am fine," I say, smiling at him. I lie. I am not okay. I am having an emotional breakdown.

"Ozzy is leaving. He is coming back after a while, but he left to cool off," Conrad says. I bet he is hot because I did not jump over the bar and into his lap.

"Good, I plan to hide when he comes back," I say. Conrad knows I mean it. I will leave early if I have to so I can avoid him.

"You cannot hide from him forever. Tell him like it is and let it go. Be professional and polite," Conrad says to me.

"I always am, Boss," I say.

Conrad pulls up a booze crate and sits down next to me. "It is nice out here," Conrad says.

"Yep and peaceful with no one bothering me," I answer.

"You want to work downstairs tonight, so you don't have to see him?" Conrad asks. Now, that was slick. He wants something and going to use this to his advantage.

"You just want me to run the dungeon, don't you? What happened to Tonya? call in?" I ask.

"Actually, she quit," Conrad says.

"You know what, Travis can run the bar. I will go downstairs, but I am not staying down there permanently," I say. I put my cigarette out and get up from the booze crate.

"Well, can you at least help me find someone to run it?" Conrad says, laughing as he opens the door.

"No," I say.

I bypass the bar. I can feel Travis watching me as I make my way downstairs to handle the fantasy rooms. I go to the desk and take over the list. It is not that the job down here is hard; I just do not want to be down here unless it is an emergency —some of the guys that come down here at strange.

I know the basics of running it. I helped Conrad set it up. Tonya was a natural for this job. I wonder why she quit. I make the assignment sheets that are left to be taken care of for each room. We are one girl short. I will either have to cancel it or postpone their time for at least an hour.

"Got my assignment, boss lady?" Desire asks as she comes up to the desk.

Desire is a beautiful young woman. She was the first woman Conrad hired and probably made more money than all of the other women combined.

"Yes, but I am a girl short. Can you take another fantasy after Room three?" I ask her.

She takes the sheets from my hand. "Yes, Robyns. He is a big tipper. I will pop in and tell him he will have to wait on me and to practice patience. He will be fine with it. He likes to be bullied by a strong woman. I will paddle his ass and tell him to wait on me," Desire says.

"Thank you. You saved the day," I say.

Desire leans over the desk. "I wish you would move down here. We do not bite. We would love to have you looking out for us," Desire says.

Desire leaves the desk and heads to let Mr. Robyns know he must wait and then to room three. I look over the paperwork and try to see what else needs to be done. I might stay down here; at least I would not see Ozzy.

Someone clears their throat, trying to get my attention. I look up, and low and behold; it is fucking Ozzy.

"Stalking me, much?" I ask him.

"Do not flatter yourself; I need a room," Ozzy says. He is obviously trying to make me jealous.

"We are booked right now," I snap at him.

"Fine, then just give me a room. I will bring my own girl," Ozzy says.

I turn around and grab a key from the wall. "Here, take room twelve," I say.

"Thanks, Viv," Ozzy says. I watch him as he goes upstairs. What the fuck is he trying to prove now?

I continue with the paperwork and then check on all of the workers to make sure they are okay. We do not intrude, but we check on them to ensure they are not in any trouble.

As I check the last room, Ozzy comes back with one of the upstairs waitresses and goes into room twelve. Conrad is right behind him. He looks at me strangely.

"She works down her sometimes," Conrad says, but I can tell he is furious.

I walk away. I do not care who he is playing games with as long as it is not me tonight. Travis comes down the stairs to check in on me too. Damn, is everybody worried about me?

"Everything is good at the bar, and we are getting ready to shut it down," Travis says.

"Good, can you do the paperwork?" I ask him.

He nods his head. "I will help him, Viv, Or I can stay down here, and you go back upstairs," Conrad says.

"I am fine. This shit Ozzy is pulling does not affect me, okay," I snap at the two of them.

I go back to my desk, which is only steps away from room twelve. I can hear everything. I do not want to listen to this shit, but I will not give him the satisfaction of knowing he is getting under my skin.