Chapter 4

CARTER’S POV

Getting to the club, I downed a shot of whiskey as I thought endlessly of my father’s word to me. Then all of a sudden, I noticed Alvira was no where to be found.

For no reason, I became worried and began searching for her with a scattered gaze.

"Where is the new stripper girl?” I asked one of the stripper lady in nude.

"I don’t know who you speak of Mr. Carter,” she responded and with a disdain look, I permitted her to leave without a word to her.

It’s rather stranger getting worried about a common stripper girl but something about her seem different.

Was it her first time doing this job?

Her lips tasted so innocent and without experience.

All of these thoughts kept raging in my head. But then I remembered my father’s words to me.

"Isn’t this a blessings in disguise?” I murmured silently, lost in my thoughts.

I mean, my father had asked me to find an innocent, vulnerable girl, make her love me, and then break her heart brutally.

Making little Alvira my lab rat in getting this done wouldn’t hurt at all.

To think, I had been more than annoyed with him, I had even thought of striking out on my own, making my own millions.

Silly me.

Alvira is simply perfect for this. Not only was she beautiful, with the palest, milkiest skin I had ever seen, her large green eyes framed by dark lashes so long and black, I had thought they were false, but then as I looked closer, I saw they were not.

And her lips – her lips tasted like the pure honey from a bee’s nectar. I could not wait to get to know her more, know her secrets, her weak points, and then use it against her. I was going to enjoy doing this.

I remembered how she had instantly rejected one million dollars for a mere strip tease for Lucas. That was almost too good to be true.

Her eyes had not even lit up in greed when he mentioned the amount, instead, she had turned down the offer on the spot.

A part of me wanted to get to know her for myself. Where did this girl come from, and why was she working at a nightclub that had strippers if she was so innocent. Well. Only one way to find out.

I brought out my phone, punched in my private investigators number. Within one hour, I had her full name, address, phone number, and even her former run-down home address – not that this her home was any better though.

I also found out about her sick friend. Apparently, little Alvira thought she was going to make a few quick bucks working in my night club, dressed like that, and still manage to keep male hands off her tantalizing body.

One thought nagged at my mind. If she needed money urgently for her friends treatment, why did she not quickly accept the money from Lucas?

That would have been more than enough, I fact, it would have afforded her the luxury to quit at the spot. Was she really that damned innocent! Well, I was going to find out. How had Marvin Blane said these type of girls were chased again? With flowers and dates, and all such rubbish.

I groaned. It was all so unnecessary to go through this much trouble to get a woman when I could have a hundred at my feet begging now if I wanted to.

Little Alvira was going to pay for all the trouble it would take to get her. She had not known real tears yet. Soon, I’d make her wish she had never been born.

The next day, I waited till around nine O clock, then I dialed her number. “Good morning sunshine. Did you sleep well?” She did a sharp intake of breath, then when she replied, her voice was tiny and uncertain.

"How did you get my number?”

"You gave it to me remember? I’m Carter. You were at my club last night.” She had not given me her number, I had gotten it from my PA, but I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to mess with her brain. I could already sense the increased uncertainty in her hesitation.

"I just called to apologize for kissing you without asking for your permission first. I’m I forgiven?” I continued immediately, not allowing her to speak.

Her voice was shy and hesitant when she replied. “Yes Carter.”

Damn! I liked the sound of my name from her lips, maybe a little too much. I imagined how she would sound calling out my name in throes of passion. “So if I send you flowers, you promise you wouldn’t throw them in the thrash?”

She giggled, and I felt my gut clench at the sound of her laughter. Damn I was going to enjoy pounding this one to oblivion. “Of course I wouldn’t throw your flowers away silly.

That would be a waste of flowers –“ then her voice sounded even more vulnerable when she added, “no one has ever given me flowers before.”

I frowned slightly, surprised. This lovely sweet thing was out here, and no man had ever thought to give her flowers. “No one?”

She was silent a little, then she sounded a bit defensive. “It’s not that I don’t like flowers or anything – it’s just no one has offered.”

I nodded smiling. Little miss innocent was going to have a lot of firsts with me – then a thought occurred to me. “Alvira, have you ever been in a relationship before?”

Her voice was small. “No.”

I smiled. “Can I pick you up for a date today Alvira, if you don’t have any plans.” I already knew she didn’t have any plans.

An even tinier voice. “Okay.”

She was wearing a red spaghetti strap dress that showed off all her curves and milky skin. I felt my gut tighten. I wanted to take her right there on the top of our dinner table.

I could easily pay off the restaurant manager if he had any aversion to that, but – something told me if I did that with this one, she would run outta here faster than I could say ‘jack.’ My patience was running thin.

I smiled as I walked up to her, and taking her hand, I turned it inwards, and pressed a kiss to the inside of her wrist, and felt her jerk from the shock of the impact. Then I couldn’t resist. I pulled her to myself and claimed those sherry lips I had already missed so much.

There was something so sweet about the inexperienced way she kissed, as if – a new thought occurred to me, and I pulled her away from me so I could look into her eyes. “Alvira, have you been kissed before?”

She shook her head, then dropped her lashes so I couldn’t stare into those green eyes.

"Answer me!” I demanded a little forcefully, then I hooked a finger and forced her to look at me. “Are you a virgin.”

"Yes”

"Yes to which question,” I demanded harshly. “Yes you have been kissed before now, or yes you are a virgin.”

She did not answer, instead her eyes got shiny with unshed years as she tried to free herself from my hold. “I want to go home.”

"No sweets,” I whispered harshly into her ear. “You do not want to go home. You want to stay here and enjoy this date with me, just as I want to enjoy it with you too.”

I dragged her to me tightly, making sure her soft feminine curves felt the impact of my hard muscles. Ignoring her whimper, I took that mouth of hers with mine again, and tasted her.

I tasted the fear, the excitement, the bottled up passion, the uncertainty. Marvin Blane may not approve of my methods, but he was Marvin, I was Carter, and like it or not, the easiest way to get a girl to do anything you want was to treat her half way like a princess, then treat her like a whore.

I had given this one a little too much princess treatment, it was time for her to get a tip of the whore treatment.

I kissed a trail from her ear to the vulnerable pulse beating at her neck, and my hands went down to cup her butt, pulling her even closer to me. Then all of a sudden, I let go of her, stepping away so that the cool evenings Breeze would make her miss my warmth. I walked over to my sit and sat down.

"Sit down Alvira.” I commanded, and watched with a smirk as she pulled out her own seat with shaky hands and sat down. “Good,” I said, noting her swollen lips. She was a fast learner. I liked that.