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Williams sat mute, even when Rosie asked him random questions to keep him occupied or think less about something, he still wouldn't listen. He just remain motionless in his car as they drove to the club.




   Rosie was worried, but she didn't for one second allowed her to worry be of any form of oppression to her. She should have thought about it earlier that day when her instinct asked her to ignore Williams's offer to go see Ryan. 




  She should have known he was up to no good as he had never been in any good for a long time now. She should have thought twice in the sense that he had never let her out without a personal reason, but that day he let her go with just one sentence.




    "Should I come with you sire"? Rosie asked as she opened the door of the car "I can stay here if you want" she added when she noticed he didn't want to reply.




   The entrance of the club was a very long queue, for a person that arrived when Williams arrived, all hope of clubbing would be lost. Couples in their numbers, men, and most especially ladies, young ladies he could recognize from campus.




   He walked ahead to the bouncer, ignoring the line. On seeing his face, the bouncer nodded slightly, opened the door, and let him walk in.




   Williams walked to the VIP section with his ego high, his shoulders high enough, and he collided with someone.




    "Watch where you are going, Dick head" She yelled.




    He didn't reply, he looked at her from head to toe then turned away without saying a word. He wouldn't want to waste his precious time yelling with a hoe.




   "Did your mother not teach you how to apologize?" She yelled again.




   If Williams was in need of something he would never let anything distract him. Relaxing on a sofa, he began to go through the magazine given to him.




   He raised his head slowly to meet with Ryan's blue eyes. His gaze left her face and then to her body.




    Her tight jumpsuit hugged her perfectly, her bronze skin shone like she sprayed glitters on it. Her perfect gym body moved attractively as she walked close, with her head held up, he purse in her left hand, and her car key in between her fingers.




    "You are late". He replaced the magazine over his face.




  "I'm sorry, those crack ass guards had to make me wait in the queue until your girl came to my rescue" Ryan rapped.




   Williams scoffed, he moved the magazine and drop it on the table, slapped it twice, and look straight into her eyes.




    "I know you guys are not fucking".




   Ryan grew nervous, if she let fear dominate her, all their mission would be gone. She looked at him back, a smile spread across her face.




   "What makes you think that" she moved closer "You might be screwing her too".




   Williams's face still remains masked, even if he had to ignore that at least he wouldn't let her see what she said was kinda true.




    "Do whatever you want" he smiled "You can both see each other in my own time" He offered the magazine "Pretend you are reading, you won't want to be a target another time".




   He smiled as the waitress brought a bottle of champagne in a bucket filled with ice, she poured it into their cups, nodded slightly with a professional smile and 

   "What should I offer you next, Mr. Hughes?".




  Williams smirked, he winked an eye and pointed at his wristwatch.

    "Don't worry dear, I will see you before I go".




   The lady cast Ryan a warning that might read 'stay away from my man' and walked away, straying her hips like lost a hip bone.




    Ryan frowned, she wondered why Karen would still want to be stuck with such an irresponsible man for the rest of her life. Even if it was money, she could get it from other sources not just being with an arrogant and handsome guy.




   "You are such a disgusting flirting whore man". She gasped.




    "Just make sure you don't get into my personal discussion," Williams said, ignoring Ryan's comment "once, in every week, My chauffeur would be free to come to meet you for a whole day and return before 10 pm".




   "So what do I have to do?".




   "It's just so easy" he smiled "Put an eye on Melissa".




   Ryan chuckled "You're fucking kidding me right?".




    "Do I look like a kid?".




  "You're joking" Ryan waved her left hand as if waving off the talk "You are just joking".




   "If you were wearing a contact lens I would have sworn that it must be faulty" Williams sounded pissed staring daggers into her blue eyes"Do I look like a joker? Is my nose blue or red?".




  Ryan sighed, she looked away and began to play with her fingers.

   "Ok" she finally said, "I will keep an eye on her".




   Still emotionless, Williams stood up.

  "Where are you going?" Ryan stood up too "I can leave now".




   "Just want to take a leak" he walked away "Care to be kind enough to come to help me handle my pipii ?".




   Ryan's face turn red in embarrassment, she gulped her champagne and walked away.

   "Enjoy," she said.

  

"Call my Rosie on your way out" Williams half-shouted as she walked out.




  Instead of going back to his table after, he walked to the main bar, in search of a companion for the night. Hopefully, as usual, he would get a model tonight, He meets the lady that served him earlier.




    "Mira?" He tried to get her name "Can I have my drink here".




   "It's Estella " she blushed "I can go get it for you".




   It wasn't up to twenty seconds from when Estella left that he felt someone nudge him.

   "Hey". He said calmly, calling the attention of the person that had hit him.




   The figure turned out to be the girl be clashed with minutes ago. She frowned and folded both hands under her breast.

   "Why the heck do I keep having contact with your horrible body". She rolled her eyes.




   For a moment, Williams looked bored. He stared deeply into her grey eyes, they studied her full lips, her eyes had extra lashes that were three times longer than her natural one. The skimpy dress she wore looked like that of Karen his ex-playmate.




   If he touch her, he might send her to the hospital or grave and he wouldn't want anything to happen to her sexy-looking body. Beneath her dress was nothing else, maybe for her pants because he could see her nipples.




    He smirked at her as an idea struck.

  

  "What the fuck are you laughing at, moron". She scoffed.




   "Climb the table" Williams calmly said to her.




   She giggled loudly "I'm sorry" She faked a sad face "Were you saying something?".




   "I SAID FUCKING CLIMB THE TABLE OR I ASK SOMEONE TO TAKE YOU UP " the authority in his voice made people turn to him.




   With shaking legs, the lass climbs the table, gaining the attention of the attendance.




   "Dance!".

  One word with strong authority. She refused to dance until Williams signal one of the angry-looking security. He pointed at her, smiling.




  "Do you want him to make you Dan...".




  "Please don't" she cried "I will dance myself".




  Like a nutter the lady began to dance without music, she was shaking, her grey eyes pleading for Mercy. She noticed the people around had started taking videos and pictures of her.




   "Please" she cried "I'm sorry".




  Williams turned away to notice Rosie watching him from a corner, Her eyes were moist and her lips quivered. She looked very uncomfortable like she could shoot Williams in the head and run away with his prey.




   "Come over her Rosie" he commanded, then he looked at the dancing girl "STRIP!".




   The lass's face went white in pure terror, she held her skimpy dress tight as she shook her head in disagreement.




   "Really?" Williams snorted, he moved closer to the security he had called earlier and brought out a dagger from his pocket "Rip it off".




   He gave the blade to Rosie, who reluctantly took it with her shaking hand, holding it up in both hands like it was too heavy. She walked very slowly towards the girl, and on getting close she stopped.




    "Rosie" he walked close, her butt pressed against his zip area, he caressed her neck with his left-hand fingers and the right one went round her waist "I fucking owe you" he whispered, "If you don't strip her I will have her rip you nice clothes off your sexy body".




  Rosie went rigid as Williams kissed her cheek before moving away from her. With a determined face, she climbed up the table, this time with her dark eyeglass covering her identity. She wasn't prepared to risk her face to cyberbullies.




   "I'm so sorry" she whispered to the girl.




  Within the twinkle, of an eye, the girl's close lay on the table. She heard gasps and 'Ooos' from the crowd and expected to see the worst.




   The girl's chest was bare, she wasn't putting on a bra just string pants. Her butt cheek facade crowded as she turned around in shame covering her bare breast.




   "Now it's a party" Williams shouted as the DJ began to play music again.