Chapter 2. What Is Your Price?

Jenna placed the poisoned drink on the table in front of Sean, "May you die quickly and go to hell! She prayed silently.

But it seemed that God still wanted Sean alive, because the man didn't seem interested in touching the drink. Instead, his eyes fell on Jenna and he looked at her sharply.

"Sit down." He snapped his fingers, then looked at the seat next to him.

Jenna's entire body jerked at such an arrogant command. Unconscious hatred flashed in her eyes. How dare he order me like that? She mused.

Another waitress nervously pushed her to sit down, obeying Sean's request, so Jenna was forced to sit next to him.

"What's your name?" Sean stared at her intently. Not even a glance at the drinks on his table.

Jenna was prepared for this question, her pseudonym, "Sarah," she answered stiffly.

Sean frowned at her intently, then his fingers suddenly reached out and pulled Jenna's chin closer so he could study her face closely, "I've never seen your face here before."

"Uh... she... she's our new employee Mr. Sean, please forgive her rudeness, I haven't taught her how to bring drinks to such an important guest as you," the club owner interrupted nervously. His face looked worried as he saw Jenna serving his important guest half-heartedly. With a scolding look he admonished her, "Come on Sarah, introduce yourself to Mr. Sean. He has chosen you to be his servant tonight, it is an honor for you, you should be grateful."

The command made Jenna raise her chin haughtily. "I've introduced myself, and I've brought a drink for the honorable Mr. Sean, so I'll be going," she replied curtly, getting up from her seat. Her mission had been accomplished anyway. The glass of poison was on Sean's table and he was about to die after drinking it.

But before Jenna could get up, Sean grabbed her fingers and pulled them tight, causing her to fall back down, this time onto his lap.

"What the hell..." Her voice trailed off as those soft, cool lips suddenly crushed hers, and she immediately rebelled as she realized that Sean was planting a hot, wet kiss on her lips.

Jenna was disgusted and suddenly found the strength to push the man away and slap him with all her might.

The sound of the slap rang through the air and the club went eerily quiet. Incredibly quiet. Even the frenzied music stopped as everyone stared at Jenna, who stood breathlessly in front of a petrified Sean sitting on his VIP couch.

A second later, a hand grabbed Jenna's arm roughly. It was so painful that it made Jenna scream. "Damn you!!! How dare you hit Mr. Sean." A heavy, rough voice shouted.

Jenna turned her head to find herself being held down by a large man, one of Sean's bodyguards.

The man's big, strong arms held her down until her hands hurt, but Jenna didn't give up, she fought with all her might, clawing and biting at the arms that felt as hard as rocks.

Her breathing was ragged and her face flushed with anger and shame that her strength was so powerless against the dominance of male strength.

"Let her go." Sean's cold voice broke the silence.

The people still waited in silence, their attention focused, wondering what the notoriously cruel man would do to the woman who dared to slap him.

Immediately, his bodyguard released Jenna, who nearly fell over from exhaustion.

She and Sean stood face to face under the waiting eyes of many people.

"What's your price?" Sean's voice was calm and cold.

Jenna's eyes widened. 'Price? What was that man talking about?'

Her eyes darted to Sean's poisoned drink glass on the table. 'Everything's a mess,' she exclaimed in frustration at herself. All because she couldn't control her anger.

When Sean abused her, she should have held back and pretended to be a cheap girl. She should have made the sacrifice of holding back her feelings. At least when she gave in, Sean might have let his guard down, then drank the drink and died.

But now it was too late, Sean seemed no longer interested in his drink and was fully attracted to Jenna.

Molly, the belle of this bar, approached Sean with a seductive look. She was the one Sean usually chose to accompany him for a drink when he visited, and now her heart was filled with jealousy because Sean seemed so interested in the new kid.

"Never mind, Mr. Sean." Molly put her hand on Sean's arm, "This woman won't be able to satisfy you. Better let me keep you company...ouch!" Molly winced as Sean grabbed her hand with unyielding force, hurting her to the bone.

"Out of the way." Sean muttered with a murderous glare at Molly, then threw her hand violently, pushing Molly's body away. She winced in pain and fear.

Molly quickly moved away without saying anything.

"Well," Sean turned his cold eyes back to Jenna, "name your price and I'll pay it."

'I must have this woman.' Sean decided silently. His eyes glanced at the glass Jenna had placed on his desk.

He knew it was poisoned because Jenna was too inexperienced in her first attempt at killing people. Her hands were shaking and her eyes were nervous. She even looked at the glass several times.

Jenna didn't even realize that her cover had been blown from the start.

Actually, Sean had decided to laugh at Jenna in secret by pretending to drink the poisoned drink. But those luscious lips and Jenna's incredibly sexy appearance brought out the devil in him.

Jenna was overcome with rage at Sean's abuse of her.

'What is my price? He thinks he's a king who can buy whatever he wants,' she thought.

This devil needs to be taught that even though there are many women on their knees at his feet begging to be owned by him, there are still women who do not want to be touched by him.

Jenna raised her chin in anger, challenging Sean. "I would rather die than sell myself to you!" she said harshly.

Unexpectedly, Sean smiled. Then he looked at his bodyguards, "No one can resist when I want them," he muttered flatly and gestured with his hands to his bodyguards.

Everything happened quickly. Jenna didn't have time to run or panic, when suddenly Sean's biggest bodyguard grabbed her roughly, lifted her up and slammed her on his shoulder like a sack of flour.

In an instant, she felt dizzy from the sudden reversal of her head position as she was carried out of the club.

With all her might, Jenna tried to fight back, her hands pounding on the bodyguard's back and her feet kicking hard as she screamed in anger and frustration. But the bodyguard's body was as hard as a rock, unresponsive to her rebellion.

It was useless to ask for help, because Jenna was sure that no one would dare to help her. Everyone in the club was a coward and could only stare stupidly at the scene before them.