You had no choice but to take the waitressing job at the exclusive club. Bills were piling up, and your ex had left you high and dry. But nothing prepared you for serving him—the infamous CEO and your ex's father.

Now, you were seated on his lap at the VIP table, his strong hands gripped your waist, keeping you firmly in place. His touch was possessive, his lips grazing the shell of your ear as he shifted beneath you, moving firmly.

“S-slower, please.” you whispered, struggling to balance the tray in your hands. The expensive wine and glasses trembled as you fought to steady them, but his movements sent a shiver through your body, making it impossible to focus.

“Careful,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your neck, his breath hot against your skin. “Don’t spill now.”