Vixen sat on my lap with her legs on either side of my body. Her pussy pressed against my dick, and she slowly moved her hips to grind against me. Candy Shop by 50 Cent was next on the playlist. Her body moved to the beat as she twerked on my lap.

"How does that feel, baby?" Vixen whispered into my ear, which sent chills up my arms.

"Anything you do feels so good," I mumbled and gripped the sides of the chairs to keep my hands from touching her. She was making it extremely difficult.

Vixen placed a soft kiss on the side of my mouth and then shoved my face into her boobs. She giggled as I kissed her smooth skin and softly bit onto one of her nipples. I pulled away before a bouncer suspected anything, and Vixen moved her soft lips to my neck. She sucked and nibbled onto my neck as her hips grinded against me simultaneously.

She felt so good close to me and moaned into my ear. I could feel myself starting to lose control, and sensations ran up my shaft. I groaned as I cummed in my underwear.

"Did you just...?" Vixen questioned, and I nodded, which made her burst into giggles. "That's kinda hot." She added and squeezed my dick with her hand. It was still hard, and she kissed my lips briefly before climbing off.

"Uh, where is the bathroom?" I asked and shifted my pants uncomfortably.

"Left corner next to the bar, lover boy." She winked, then walked off. I casually stood up and walked off in that direction like nothing had happened.

I cleaned myself up using toilet paper and rested my head against the cold tiled wall. I calmed down my racing heart. I was so extremely sexually attracted to Vixen that I acted like a horny teenager around her.

I washed my hands and then wiped them off on my jeans before walking out to find her again.

I scanned the club but couldn't see her anywhere. Maybe she was changing. I ordered myself another beer and sat down at the bar.

"Who are you anyway?" The bartender asked and placed a bowl of peanuts in front of me. "On the house." He stated, gesturing towards the peanuts.

"Thanks, man. I'm Jason." I shrugged.

"I mean... who are you to Vixen?"

"Oh... uh, we're just strangers for now."

"Strangers. No, you two have fucked. You're just one of her fuck boys." The bartender said while he dried a glass.

"I take it Vixen has a lot of those." I sighed and ate a handful of peanuts.

"That's right. I'm not ashamed to say I'm part of that group. I'm Kedwyn, by the way." He added and shook my hand. "Just a friendly warning, Vixen might be interested in you now, but it won't last long. She'll jump to another guy in a week or so."

"Uh, thanks for the heads up." I frowned, and the conversation ended.

I waited in the club for a couple more hours, but Vixen was nowhere to be seen. My phone kept vibrating as JB questioned where I was. We were supposed to meet up to watch the rugby game this afternoon, but I told him I couldn't make it using the excuse that I wasn't feeling well.

Perhaps Vixen had a client to attend... I quickly shoved the idea aside before I got jealous.

A pretty black woman in a sexy red outfit walked up to me and bent over as she started speaking.

"Hey, sweetie. You look like a lost puppy sitting here. Would you like some company?" The woman asked and smiled at me sweetly.

"You are incredibly lovely, but I'm just waiting for Vixen." I politely replied.

"Oh, honey. She left."

"Oh..." I frowned and felt my heart drop.

"I can make you feel better, sweetie." The woman offered and placed her hand flirtatiously on my leg.

"Thank you, but I think I should get going." I shook my head and stood up. The woman pouted but flicked her chin up and walked off. I sighed as I walked over to the bar.

"Kedwyn, I would like to close my tab, please," I stated, and he raised his eyebrow.

"Most men stay till we close. You're leaving early." Kedwyn observed.

"Vixen left. She's the only reason I was here." I shrugged and placed a note on the counter. "Keep the change," I added, then walked off. Joe grunted as I walked out the door, but I was too sad to care. I knew Vixen didn't owe me anything, but it hurt that she didn't say goodbye.

I ordered a coffee and grabbed a pie in the store before heading back to my vehicle.

It was the winter season, and Johannesburg got colder than most cities in South Africa. I turned up the heater as I drove home and parked next to the side of the pavement. The apartment building I stayed in didn't have a designated parking area. I locked the vehicle and took out anything of value, including the radio if someone broke in.

The building had 3 floors of small 1 bedroom apartments. Somehow families of 4 children even managed to make the limited space work. Children played soccer on the small patch of grass in front of the building with the ball I bought for them. They all waved as I walked over.

"Jason, catch!" A boy about the age of 12 yelled and kicked the ball towards me. I stopped it and kicked it back to him.

"I'm not going to play today," I shouted back, and the children booed. I chuckled as I continued walking. Luckily, my apartment was on the ground level, so I didn't have to climb the stairs. I pulled out my keys while struggling to hold my coffee, radio and pie in one hand. As I put the key into the lock, the door nudged open.

Great. Someone broke in.

I quickly put the stuff on the table near the door and then pulled my pistol out of the waistline of my jeans. I raised the gun as I softly stepped forward. I could hear muffled voices coming from my lounge. I stepped around the corner and placed my finger on the trigger, ready to fire.

"Hey!" I yelled, which caused Lulu to scream and throw the TV remote at me. "Lulu! I thought you were a fucking thief!" I exclaimed and let out a sigh of relief.

"Cheap coming from you." She laughed and jumped up. I tucked my pistol away and gave her a hug hello.

Lulu was JB's firstborn. We were only a few years apart and grew up together even though I was her uncle. JB had become a father while still in high school, and even though my Dad wanted to kill him for making a girl pregnant, he let JB's girlfriend move in with us.

"Hello, Jason. Dad said you were sick, so I came to check up on you. You weren't here, so I let myself in with the spare key I snatched." Lulu smiled and picked up the TV remote off the floor.

"I was wondering where that key went." I laughed and walked back to lock the door behind me and grab my food.

Lulu was also my best friend. She had ginger hair like her father and light blue eyes. She had pale white skin, which couldn't go in the sun that much because she turned into a tomato. Her fashion sense was of oversized shirts and hoodies with tights or shorts. I never saw her in a dress, besides when we were in high school as the school uniform had a gym.

I never really saw her as my niece, plus we acted more like cousins than anything else.

"Do you want half of my pie?" I called from the kitchen.

"No, thanks. I just ate before I came. I made myself tea while you were out." She replied.

"Mi casa es su casa," I said in Spanish and walked back to the lounge. It meant: My house is your home. I didn't know much Spanish besides that common phrase.

I sipped on my coffee and looked at the TV. Some reality TV show was on, which Lulu loved to watch. She picked up the remote and paused her show, then looked at me.

"What?" I asked as I took a bite of the pie and got crumbs all over my mouth.

"Don't act dumb. I know you. Usually, you would have made fun of my show by now. So, what's wrong?" Lulu stated.

"Eh, just a woman." I sighed and continued eating my pie. Lulu stared at me with her mouth open and smacked my leg.

"A woman? What... how... when? Why don't I know about her?!"

"Er, I didn't think I would see her again. That's why I didn't mention her."

"Come on! Give me more details."

"On one of my jobs with your Dad...." I started to explain. Yes, Lulu knew what we did for a living. She accepted it because she knew how difficult it was for her Dad to find a job. Plus, the money he made put her into college, so she was grateful.

"I met a woman. Okay, well, I had a one-night stand. Yet, I couldn't stop thinking about her. Then today, I ran into her and followed her to a strip club." I added.

"Wait, she's a stripper?" Lulu questioned and seemed interested.

"Well, yes, but she also owns the club," I replied, then continued. "Her stage name is Vixen, and she is really confusing. She rejected me, then gave me attention, then just disappeared and ditched me. Also, she said that she doesn't date. Vixen isn't really the type of woman to stay interested in one man for long."

"So you think you're the one to change her mind?"

"Uh, I don't know. I would like to try."

"Okay, listen to me, bro. Some women are perfectly happy with just having casual sex and not settling down. There's nothing wrong with that. If Vixen says she doesn't date, you have to accept that. You can't force her to be with you."

"I don't want to force her. I just want to prove that I can treat her right, and maybe it will change her mind. I'm not ready to give up that easily."

"Then you go and fucking sweep her off her feet, place a crown on her head and show her how great Jason Hinral is." Lulu smiled and nudged my shoulder with hers.

"Thanks," I smiled back and looked at the TV. "Now, honestly, what crap are you watching?"

Lulu laughed and punched me playfully. I felt better after talking to her. I couldn't let a small defeat hurt my ego. I spent the rest of the afternoon annoying Lulu while she watched her show, Too Hot To Handle, on Netflix. She left as it got darker and drove back to her parent's place.

Even though she was 23 and a fully employed nurse, JB refused to let Lulu get her own place and stay alone. He was just being a protective father, and rightfully so, as Joburg didn't have the best crime rates.

I went to take a shower and ran over ideas in my head on how to win over Vixen.

For the next couple of days, luck wasn't on my side. I waited around at the club almost the whole day, but Vixen wasn't around. Joe didn't seem to like me much but at least didn't give me problems at the entrance. Kedwyn laughed every time he saw me walk into the club. No one seemed to know where Vixen was or when she would return.

I walked into the grocery store with high hopes that I would see Vixen that Saturday night. Yesterday the crew and I successfully completed the art gallery heist and were paid today. I stopped by a really fancy florist and picked up a bouquet of white roses. The florist also gave me a pamphlet for Van Kline jewellers and claimed all women loved to be spoilt with a necklace. I thanked her and shoved it into my pocket.

"Of course. You're here. I would say I missed you yesterday, but that would be a lie." Joe muttered as I walked up to him.

"Good evening, Joe. Has the lovely Vixen graced us with her presence?" I asked with a smile.

"I'll give you the same answer I always do. Get lost, lover boy." Joe grumbled and rolled his eyes.

I nodded and walked into the club. I greeted the women as I walked toward the bar. Since I was a regular, I knew most of the strippers' names. Well, stage names.

"Stepping it up tonight, I see." Kedwyn laughed and had already placed a beer on the table for me. I put the roses on the barstool next to me and sat down.

"Maybe tonight my luck changes." I shrugged and shook his hand. "Don't you ever take off from work?"

"Nope. This club is my life." He laughed, then added. "Vixen was here earlier, but then she left again. I'm not sure if she'll be back."

"Uh, shit." I frowned. "I'll still wait around a bit in case."

"Suit yourself. Also, let me put those roses into some water for you. They probably going to die anyway."

"Thanks," I stated sarcastically and handed him the roses. I chose white to match Vixen's silver hair.

I sipped on my beer and pulled out the Van Kline jewellery pamphlet. Maybe there would be something that Vixen would like. It wouldn't hurt to look. Most of the jewellery was crazy expensive or looked like rich women's jewels.

I flipped the page and froze. There was a smiling picture of Vixen posing to advertise a set of ruby earrings. She had light brown hair in the photo, which was probably her natural colour. Her nose stud was missing, and she bearly wore any makeup. She looked beautiful.

I read over the caption.

"These ruby earrings make me feel like love is possible. They are my favourite piece." -Kiara Van Kline (CEO of Van Kline jewellers).

I felt my heart rapidly beat as I reread the caption. Vixen's real name was Kiara. It was a stunning name that fit her perfectly. She was a Van Kline and the CEO of the company I stole from. My luck couldn't get any worse.

"What's up? It looks like you have seen a ghost." Kedwyn stated and placed the roses in a jar of water in front of me. I quickly shoved the pamphlet into my pocket and shrugged.

"The price of jewellery is crazy," I stated, and Kedwyn chuckled. Kiara probably wouldn't appreciate it if I told the people she worked with that she was a CEO of a multimillion company. Plus, she would have told them herself if she wanted them to know.

I wondered if Kiara kept that side of her life a secret. It also made sense how she knew many wealthy people that were members of her club. Maybe she led a double life. I couldn't imagine that many people would be happy if the CEO of Van Kline Jewellers also owned a strip club and danced at that club. Many wealthy women would hate the company since their husbands are secretively part of the club.

"I can imagine. I'm honestly good with buying a fake silver chain and wearing it until the paint wears off." Kedwyn added, and I nodded.

My head was spinning. How was I supposed to try to start a relationship with Kiara if I stole from her? If I told her the truth, she would hate me. To top it off, she slept with me the morning her company was robbed. It was just all messed up.

"Yoh, Jason. Look who just walked in." Kedwyn stated while he stared towards the door entrance. I looked back and saw Kiara move her scarf from around her neck.

She had a single-sleeved long-sleeved white shirt and washed out light blue jeans. The jeans had tears in them, and she wore a pair of black ankle boots. The scarf was grey and knitted together with wool. Her hair was still silver-white, and she had a small denim bag on her arm.

Kiara hugged a few women hello, and then walked towards the bar. She didn't even make eye contact with me as she leaned over the counter and kissed Kedwyn hello.

"Vixen, you look lovely." Kedwyn complimented and made Kiara smile.

"Thanks, babe. I see you are decorating the bar. These white roses look lovely." Kiara stated and picked up a rose from the bouquet to sniff. I watched as she held the rose up to her nose and briefly closed her eyes. I knew the roses had a wonderful fragrance. She looked gorgeous with the rose in her hands and her silver hair tucked behind her ear. My brain couldn't find any words as I was speechless by her beauty.

"Actually, Jason over here bought them," Kedwyn replied and looked at me to say something. Kiara opened her eyes and stared my way with her eyebrow raised.

"I bought them for you," I stated. Kiara's eyes flashed, but she didn't smile or show that she appreciated the roses.

"I hear you've become a regular at my strip club. I see the ladies have captivated your attention." Kiara said and placed the rose back into the bouquet.

"Only one has," I remarked, and Kiara grunted as she pricked her finger on one of the thorns. I noticed there was a small drop of blood on her fingertip, which she stuck into her mouth.

"I just remembered I hate roses," Kiara mumbled, then stormed off. I watched her walk off and looked back at Kedwyn. He just shrugged. I quickly jumped off the barstool and hurried after Kiara.

"You can't come in here," A bouncer stated.

"I'll just be a second," I muttered and slipped past him. I followed Kiara through another door into the changing rooms. Women walked around naked and screamed as they saw me. I quickly turned around and covered my eyes.

"I'll deal with him," Kiara said to the bouncer that followed after me. He nodded, and I felt myself being pushed into a private room. "What the hell is your problem? Don't you have respect for women's privacy?" Kiara hissed and shoved me against the wall.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to talk to you, Kiara." I replied, which made her freeze.

"How do you know my name?"

"From this," I stated and pulled out the pamphlet from my pocket. Kiara snatched it out of my hand and tore it in half before shoving the pieces into her bag.

"Did you tell anyone?" She questioned, and I shook my head. She sunk into the couch in the room and placed her face in her hands. "You can't tell anyone, okay? My father would kill me. I've worked hard to keep this part of my life a secret. If it got out that I'm the Van Kline CEO, it would ruin my father's reputation."

"Do your employees know?"

"Yes. Every member of my club signed a contract to keep the club a secret. We are a tight-knit circle." Kiara responded and looked up at me.

"I know a thing or two about having a secret. After all, I'm a getaway driver for a crew of thieves." I stated, and Kiara smiled.

"Thanks, Jason." She sweetly said, and I sat down next to her.

"There's something I have to confess." I sighed and then quickly told her the truth before I second-guessed it. "The night we slept together is the night my crew stole from your company."

I looked down, ashamed, and I felt guilty that my life was the way it was for the first time.

"Oh, I know. After you left, I finally decided to check my phone and pieced two and two together." Kiara shrugged. She didn't even sound a slight bit upset.

"Don't you hate me?"

"Nah, the insurance company paid us out, and we gained more publicity. You wouldn't believe how the sales skyrocketed. Most people thought they would help us out by purchasing some jewellery."

"Oh." I felt a small smile play on my lips as I looked at Kiara. "Do you really hate the roses?"

"Since you were honest with me, I'll be honest with you. I don't hate them. I actually thought it was very sweet of you, but I just like being a bitch." She replied and placed her hand on my leg. "Repeat that, and I will rip your balls off." She threatened, which made me gulp.

"Yes, ma'am." I nodded, which made her smile. "You have a gorgeous smile," I stated and felt drawn in by her smile.

"Stop with this sweet talk, Jason. It's really annoying because I know you are just saying that to make me like you." Kiara rolled her eyes and moved her hand off of my leg. I missed her touch almost instantly.

"It's the truth, Kiara. I swear to always be honest with you from the start." I took her hands in mine, and her eyes flickered to look up at me. "I won't ever lie to you. I promise."

"I take promises seriously. You better not break them." Kiara sternly replied. Her hands felt soft in mine, and this warm feeling flowed through my body. Why did it feel so good to be around her?

"I know you said you don't date, but I would like to get to know you better. Even if it's just as friends," I softly remarked.

"As long as I get to fuck you when I want, then sure." Kiara shrugged.

"Okay. Deal." I nodded.

I knew Kiara probably just saw me as another of her fuckboys, but I was going to show her I was different. I didn't only want to be with her for sex. I just wanted her... all of her. I didn't know why exactly, but I planned to find out. Maybe love at first sight was real.

"Good." Kiara ran her finger over my lips. "Fuck, you have pretty lips." She smiled and squished my cheeks together so that my lips puckered open like a fish. Kiara then leaned in closer to me and placed a kiss on my lips. I wasn't sure how to feel, but I knew I found her utterly adorable.

Kiara moved her hands to my neck and kept her mouth against mine as she continued to kiss me. I slowly moved my body closer to her, and she leaned back against the arm of the couch. Our tongues explored each other's mouths hungrily like we were starved from the other's taste. I gripped onto her inner thigh, and she parted her legs to place them on either side of me.

My body was in between her legs as I leaned over her. I kept my weight on my arms as I didn't want to crush her. Her hands started to explore my body and found their way into my shirt. Her fingers caressed my chest and then made their way down to the button of my jeans. She quickly undid the button and ran her fingers over my dick, which twitched in response and grew harder.

"Wait..." I mumbled and pulled away from her. "Fuck, I can't believe I'm going to say this. I don't think we should continue."

"Why?" Kiara questioned and squeezed my dick. "Your hard boner says otherwise." She mischievously smiled.

"Uh, I badly want to just be inside you right now," I grunted and squeezed onto her right hip. "But, I don't want whatever we are to just be about sex."

Kiara seemed shocked by what I said like no one had told her that before. It made me sad that she had gotten used to having men just use her.

"Let me take you out." I offered and touched the side of her face as she sat up. My heart was racing as I anxiously waited for her response.