Page 5 of The Greek's Destruction

“Zar, call me Zar. I want you to dance for me. This is your last night here and I want you to dance for me and only me tonight.” He pressed a button on the remote, and Prince’s ‘If I Was Your Girlfriend’ flowed through the office from unseen speakers.

My mouth dropped. I couldn’t believe Mr. Kourakos...Zar, was asking me to dance for him. Did he do this with all the girls on their last nights at the club? Maybe he wasn’t a gentleman after all and exploited his dancers at the very end, so he wouldn’t have to deal with them anymore once they were gone. Well, I wasn’t going to be added to his list of dancers he’s banged out the door.

“I don’t think so,” I said in a heated tone before turning, then rushing for the door. The music stopped, then I heard Zar behind me. As I reached for the knob and twisted it, Zar placed his large hand on the door, preventing me from opening it. The scent of his cologne filled my nostrils as the heat of his body engulfed me.

“I’ve been in this business for a while and I always keep things professional with my dancers, but you Nina, you make me want to break my rules. Do you know how many times I’ve had to stop myself from going out there and bashing in some motherfucker’s face because he touched you or how many times I’ve contemplated on letting you go because my desire to have you, to break you is so overwhelming,” he confessed as the warmth of his breath against my neck caused my body to tremble. “I see how you look at me, Nina. I know you want me just as much as I want you. The world I live in is complicated, but for just one night, I want to spend it with the woman who I desire but cannot have. All I want is one dance, nothing more, nothing less. After tonight you’ll be on your way to bigger and better things and my life will carry on as it always has. We’ll probably never see each other again. So, I ask again, will you dance for me?”

I pressed my forehead on the door thinking about all the guys I’ve danced for envisioning it was Zar I was seducing as I twirled my hips on their laps. Or how I wanted it to be his skin I ran my nails across. One dance, that’s all he was asking for. Fuck it, you only live once. I’ll give him his dance and it will be my dance of a lifetime, because this will be the last time I danced for any man.

I released the knob, then grabbed his free hand, and guided him back to the couch. Releasing his hand, I placed my hands on his shoulders, slowly pushing him onto the couch. Next, I grabbed the remote from the table and hit play. Once Prince’s voice filled the room again, I sat the remote down, stepped back, and began to seductively move my hips to the beat, never taking my eyes off of Zar. He unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt as he sat back with his legs spread wide. We were both about to live out our fantasies.

Winding my hips, I raised my arms in the air as I lowered my body into a squat, giving Zar a full view of my patent leather covered pussy. He grunted as I started to make my pussy pop. The hunger in his eyes had me dropping to my hands and knees. Lowering my torso all the way down to the floor with my apple shaped ass in the air, I watched his expression as I made my cheeks clap. Zar grabbed his pants covered harden erection and gave it a good squeeze. His eyes met mine. A wicked smile graces his handsome face as he lifted his pointer finger, then beckoned for me to come to him. Like a cat in heat, I crawled towards him. When I reached his parted legs, I ran my hands from his ankles up to his muscular thighs. I leaned forward and rubbed my body against the apex of his thighs, feeling the massive member his pants was keeping at bay. My body was on fire and that was just the beginning.

Jumping to my feet, I gazed down at him as I palmed my breasts, squeezing them together. I closed my eyes as a moan escaped me, imagining Zar’s big hands were mine. Next, I moved my hands to the back of my neck, untying the straps while holding my arms over my breast so the top wouldn’t fall down just yet.

Winding my body until my ass was facing him, I bent over twerking all of my lusciousness to the beat, wishing I really was his girlfriend. Zar slapped both of my cheeks, then palmed them. I jumped when I felt his soft lips touch my right cheek, then the left. Zar grabbed my waist, pulling me down onto his lap. His stiff wood fitting nicely between my ass cheeks. Zar moaned as I rotated my pelvis as if I was riding him reverse cowgirl style. He held my waist firmly as he began to move his hips in sync with mine. My head fell back onto his shoulder as I got lost in the music and his touch. I reached up and wrapped my arm around the back of his neck as Zar nipped and sucked on my neck. His right hand slid down my thigh, caressing it, then lowering to my hot center. I gasped when Zar glided the tips of his fingers over my throbbing clit.

“Do you feel what you do to me, Nina,” he hoarsely growled in my ear, making sure I felt every inch of his dick as he grinded into me. “I wonder if I moved your thong to the side, would you be wet for me? Are you, Nina? Are you wet for me?”

I purred, gripping his neck as he began to rub my covered clit in a circular motion. Zar moved the thin strip to the side, then ran his finger along my dripping hole.

“Fuck,” he murmured, before he ripped the thong from me. Zar wrapped his arm around my waist, pinning me against his chest as he stood, placing me on my feet. Turning to face him, I was scared and so fucking turned on by the intensity in his eyes.

“Nina, I thought one dance would quench my desire for you but, it only fanned the flame.” He drew me closer to him. Zar captured my lips with a kiss that was so passionate and domineering at the same time, my head started spinning. As if my hands had a mind of their own, they went straight to his belt and began unbuckling it. I undid the clasp next, then lowered the zipper.

Zar released my lips, looking directly into my eyes. “Nina, I want you to be sure about this because right here, right now, is all I can offer you. I promise tonight will be something we both will never forget. Just give me tonight.”

I raised my hand and caressed his neatly trimmed beard before lowering myself onto the couch. Reaching behind me, I undid the clasp that was still holding my top on me, then threw it onto the floor. Laying back on the cool leather couch, I let me legs fall apart, inviting Zar into my precious temple.

“Earth to Nina,” Janae says, elbowing me. Shit, I got so caught up in the memory of that night, I totally zoned out. The things this man did to my body that night still has me waking up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat, calling out his name years later.

“Yes, Paris are you okay,” Mr. Kourakos asks, smirking with a hint of mischief in his dark brown eyes.

Snapping back into business mode, I reply, “Mr. Kourakos, it’s good to see you again. I didn’t know you knew the birthday girl.”

He chuckles. “Selena is my little cousin. My secretary arranged her party here in your fine establishment...and it’s Zar, remember.” He winks at me.

“Oh, I remember and it’s Nina not Paris. That name died that night, remember,” I throw back only for him to let out a hearty laugh.

“Zar, leave Ms. Nina alone! It’s about time you showed up! I was beginning to think you weren’t going to come,” Selena teases as she hugs him.

“Now, you know I wouldn’t miss my favorite cousins twenty-fifth birthday party, especially since I’m the one paying for it,” Zar playfully says, hugging her tighter. “Oh, these are for you.” Alistair and Xander, who I didn’t see before step forward, holding several decorative boxes.

“Happy Birthday, little cousin,” Alistair tells her before kissing her cheek.

“Yeah, Happy Birthday Selena,” Xander echoes, kissing her cheek as well.

Selena turns to her friends and gestures for them to take the gifts. Two of the women stand, then come to Alistair and Xander and take the gifts, giving them flirtatious smiles. They take the gifts over to the table that is already filled with different sized boxes and place the new gifts on it.

“Zar, there you are! What took you so long,” a brunette squeals as she throws her arms around his neck.

Zar’s playful expression falls as he detaches her arms from him. “Chrystal, I’ve told you, only close friends and family call me Zar. You are to call me by my full name, understood?”

A blush of embarrassment fills Chrystal’s cheeks. “Yes Balthazar, I understand.” She stares at him like a little lost puppy.

And that was my cue to remove myself. “Well, if you will excuse me, I need to make sure the club is straight. Selena, happy birthday once again,” I state, needing to get away from Zar. His very presence was bringing up old feelings I’ve locked away for a very long time. He was the reason why I didn’t do relationships. Don’t get me wrong, I have certain friends I can call to scratch an itch, if you know what I mean, but I’m about my business and nowadays most men can’t handle a woman doing better than them or are strong enough to speak their minds.

“Don’t forget to come back and do a shot with me,” Selena’s bubbly voice shouts.

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