|| LORENZO KING's POV ||
" Where is she??", I asked with a growl at my staff who shrieked in fear. Exchanging glances between them, one of them pointed at the poll dance stage to point at my girl. I gave her freedom for two hours only. Still she caused trouble in my own fucking bar. Just a few minutes ago, the manager called me to tell me that Valentina had become drunk and was acting wild inside the bar. Maybe, I should come and take a look at her.
I was surprised and angry when I heard that. Last night, she just told me that she stopped drinking alcohol since she entered a month old. I was happy to hear that. But she changed her mind as soon as she came here. I barked at the staff who were assigned to ensure Valentina's safety,
" She got drunk and you all just watched silently. What did I ask you guys about protecting her?"
They all looked down, admitting their mistake. However, one of the guards raised his voice,
" But Madam was drinking Orange juice. We..we didn't see her taking wine."
Before I could interrogate him further, the mic was turned on and I heard her seductive voice,
" Ladi..opps.. Gentleman..Who wants to see..a poll dance.."
Shit!
I muttered a curse underneath my breath and rushed towards the stage. My assistant kept on reminding me, running behind,
" Sir..your bandage.."
" Fuck the Bandage!", I growled at him, shutting him off as I moved for the stage of poll dance. Gosh..this woman was going to be the dead of me. She looked enchanting in that short blue dress. Her face was glowing like the morning sun. She emitted an aura of pure seduction even when she was carrying a baby in her stomach. The alcohol just turned on her stripper side. She was actually moving like she used to perform on stage. I didn't hate her for being a stripper but the way the guys were salivating their lips at her made my blood boil in rage.
I called her loudly, stretching my hand out to get her from the stage,
" VALENTINA! COME DOWN! RIGHT AWAY!"
She shot me a puppy-eyed look which gave me the urge to drag her down and kiss her in front of everyone. After a short while, her lips pulled into a huge grin, smiling as she stumbled up to me,
" My...my big.. customer is here..."
I furrowed helplessly at her words. Yes, a customer who fucked you almost everyday. Before she could take my hand, she sat down on the stage with her butt on in a thud. I was speechless for a moment. Next, she began to cry harder as she pointed at her baby bump,
" He bullied me...damn this mood swings.."
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She thought that she was acting like this because of the pregnancy hormones. Sighing at her sight helplessly, I asked her again, opening my arms for her,
" VAL! Don't let me go up on the stage! Come over to me now! We have to go back home now!"
She blinked her tears away with a pout and stared at me for a while. The following moment, she was hiccuping uncontrollably. With slow and unsteady steps, she came near me and I pulled her down from the stage carefully. She missed her steps and I had no choice but to pick her up in my arms. The crowd was highly disappointed at the abruption of their show. They began to gossip loudly, shooting us hateful glares.
Without wasting my time on them, I turned around to leave the bar but someone blocked me from behind. A deep, sinister voice resonated from my back,
" Who are you to take her away, Young Man?"