42. Clubbing

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Kiara's POV:

I'm woken by a knock at the door. "Go away", I growl and Dean's laugh appears from the other side of the door.

"Come on open up Kar, it's time for breakfast." A short look at my phone on the night table tells me it's already 9am and we have a long meeting day ahead of us. This time shift is killing me.

Already pissed off, I yank the sheets off from me, stomp to the door and open the door for him. The second he closes the door behind him and I hear the sharp intake of his breath, I realize how dazed my mind still was while opening the door.

"Holy fuck", he mutters underneath his breath, while staring at me in my short creme coloured silk babydoll.

It's not like he hasn't seen me in next to nothing before and less, but now everything is different. There's two ways out of this, blushing and running or being sassy.

Self confident, or at least I pretend to be, I stem my hands into my waist and wait for a moment. "Well if you have seen enough, I'd much appreciate you avert your gaze somewhere else. And move your ass somewhere for me to have some privacy. I don't need some perv gawking at me at this time of day."

He opens the door to a kind of living area and clears his throat. "Ah....uhmm...eh..Sorry, I'll just wait here, take your time", and he closes the door behind him.

As soon as he does, I face palm myself. Why did I even open the door for him? I should have sent him away the second he spoke. And then not thinking twice about opening the door like this to him? Jesus I really wasn't in my right mind.

With a rush I shower quickly and get myself ready. Today I'm wearing a dark blue business dress, with a heart shaped cleavage and lace sleeves. Due to the cut it plunges up my breasts a little more, not that it was necessary.

I only put some light tinted gloss on my lips, do my eyes and pull my hair up to a strict high ponytail on my head. Damn I still feel sickly from the amount of shots I had last night.

Entering the living area, Dean's eyes dart from his phone back up to me. "I love that sleepy look you had on you earlier but as always you look great Kar."

"Cut it off Dean and could you please stop calling me Kar, it's way too intimate for the professional business partnership we're only still leading", my voice trying to avoid anykind of emotion slipping through, which could betray me.

His face falters and an unreadable expression takes over. "Fine Kiara, ready for breakfast? We have a long meeting ahead of us and I would like to know my staff is well prepared and provided with everything for a successful day."

"And why does this mean I have to have breakfast with you? I could have just as well eaten on my own, just as you could have. Would have saved us these awkward moments." It would have been best I had ordered myself breakfast to the room.

"They're only awkward because you make them awkward."

"No it's awkward because I have to endure being in the same place as a jerk", I counter.

His mouth gapes open and I can see he wants to reply something but leaves it in the end.

The breakfast really is awkward just as expected. We spend it in total silence, not even looking at each other while typing things on our phone.

******

Todays meeting is completely different to yesterdays. Olga's husband Wladimir is leading the headboard and seriously he gives me some mafia vibes creeping me out. With all the security on top within the room, I don't feel at ease at all.

With Dean being so rich, I know most of the time there's some security somewhere in the background too, but they're never really visible. This is definitely very intimidating and they're all so buff and giants. None of them showing anykind of emotion.

Even Igor and his brother Dimitri who were little show offs yesterday, are totally silent. Dean seems to be the only one who isn't fazed by this at all. Close to the end of the meeting Wladimir gives me a smile.

"I can see why the paparazzi but also the people around you are fascinated by you. Clever, knows how to work and handle things, you convinced me. Your man is very lucky to have you", his finger aims at Dean.

"Oh he's not my man. He has a girlfriend", I correct him.

He cocks a brow and looks at Dean. "Well I thought this man was clever, seems like I'm wrong", he laughs. He pulls his wife Olga now close to him in a loving gesture, something I hadn't expected from a guy who scared the shit out of me. "A successful man needs the right woman at his side. A clever one, one who can stand up to him and guide him when needed, love him with all his flaws and if she's beautiful on top, he has everything he could wish for." Wladimir gives his wife a kiss on the temple.

Dean obviously feels very uncomfortable and gulps hard at Wladimirs words. Igor on the other hand gives me a look with a smirk and leans closer to me.

"Right, now I know from where I know you. You're the hot bikini girl." Jesus how did that pic even get to Russia? I mean I kinda get, that in our own country, with Dean being so rich and his looks we caught attention. But this is far from home. "So he isn't your boyfriend anymore?"

My eyes dart up to Dean sitting across from me, his jaws clenching hard.

"No, he's just my boss", my eyes stay on Dean, while I answer. Dean's eyes are full of anger while he eyes Igor and me wary.

"Igor focus", Wladimir interrupts the little encounter.

The meeting is over by 6pm and I'm a little exhausted. With all tension I felt at first from Wladimir and his bodyguards, the meeting as such and then from Dean, I feel like dropping down dead.

"Hey Baby Racer, have you ever been to Russian clubs?", Igor asks while I'm chugging down a water after the meeting.

"It's my first time in Russia, so no", I chuckle. Igor isn't my type, but his bad flirting attempts are a good distraction from all the pain I'm feeling at the moment.

"Then be ready for an amazing night. You will get to know how we spend a good weekend here in Russia tonight. Tell me what hotel you're at and I'll have a driver pick you up."

Alright I definitely want to go out tonight, but I'm sure not going with Igor to some club on my own. Dean is glaring at me, which is tempting me to do it against my better knowledge not to. But Igor doesn't realize my temptation only me hesitating.

"If you feel better, your boss can come too. We'll be us and Dimitri with his girlfriend and maybe a few others."

"I'm coming", Dean declares and I'm sure he knows I would have gone just to despite him.

"Fine Igor. I'm looking forward to an unforgetable night with you", the hell will I let him do more than perhaps dance with me. But the look on Dean's face right now, is so worth those words.

Tyler's words play in my mind, show him what he's missing out on. During the whole ride back, Dean and I stay silent again. But I can tell his mood is extremely bad, even although we got that deal he wanted so much.

Reaching my hotel room I quickly order some food to my room. As I had no idea what all of this stuff on the menu was, I simply ordered a burger with chips and some ice cream. I have another three and a half hours until we get picked up and I intend to spend at least an hour with sleeping or at least simply chilling on my bed.

Shortly later a knock at the door, takes me by surprise. That was fast. But as soon as I open the door I'm faced with Dean.

"I....uh...I wondered if you would eat with me. I mean some dinner or something. We could celebrate our successful weekend", he's rubbing the back of his neck, feeling uncomfortable as it seems.

"Sorry, I've just ordered some food to my room."

"Oh, I see. Well, I guess I'll just celebrate on my own then. That's fine," his face sadend.

No idea why I'm doing this, lord have mercy, but I'm doing it anyway.

"You wan't to order something too? We could eat it here."

A wide smile creeps upon his face. "Would that be fine with you? It's not like you have to eat with your boss. It was just an idea I had, thought it would be nice."

"I guess an hour more or less with you, won't make a big difference", he winces slightly at my words. But who could blame me?

Dean orders some food too and just as we're about to take a seat in the living area, another knock at the door has me heading back to the door. This time I'm handed an expensive looking box. A gasp escapes my mouth as soon as I open the box with a very expensive looking dress in it.

My eyes dart across to Dean, who simply smiles. "Tell me you didn't buy me a dress again."

"Alright, I won't tell you."

"Dean, you can't just go ahead and buy me expensive dresses. We're not a thing anymore, just in case you have forgotten." I'm absolutely furious.

"Do you think the clothes you have along, will be good enough, for one of these high-class clubs they're going to drag you tonight? Sorry to break it to you, but your clothes aren't good enough for this league. You wanted to play in this league, then deal with that dress. Otherwise you're just going to embarrass both of us", wow he manages it again and again to make me feel worthless.

The man that helped me build up some self confidence is the same one who has shredded it again and again in the last couple of weeks.

"Sorry I'm not in your and your perfect girlfriend's league. If it's so embarrassing to you, then why did you want to come in the first place?"

"You're going out with my fucking business partners. Is my company supposed to look like I bring some whores along to my meetings, who have it off with my business partners?", he yells.

He did not just say that?

"Get out", my voice unbelievable calm but ice cold.

"Fuck I didn't mean to say that. My anger got the upper hand, I just don't want him to be with you."

"Fuck off Dean", I yell and start crying.

"Shit, shit, shit. Honey believe me I didn't want to say those things. It was stupid and selfish. I'm losing my mind at the moment Kar, please don't send me away", tears are now also welling in his eyes. And I know as much as I want to send him away, I can't bring it past me when he looks like this.

A moment later another knock at the door brings our food and a bottle of champagne. What the hell did I get myself into?

"All I wanted was for you to feel like a Queen tonight and in place. These high-class clubs here, are different from what you know at home. I didn't want you to feel out of place. And I.....I wanted to see you smile again. I mean a real smile not one of those fake ones you try so hard to put on at the moment."

"Why the fuck would you care?", I huff while poking my chips.

Dean stays silent, his eyes focused on the plate in front of him. This is how we spend the rest of the time, before parting to get ready for the night. Even that Champagne hasn't been touched.

Once I've gotten myself ready, I'm stood in front of the mirror, my hands run down the dress. It's short, like really short. A strapless, very tight fitting, silver, mini dress with a heart shaped cleavage. If it wasn't so tight fitting I'd be nearly afraid of my boobs jumping out any second. I jump a few times, just to make sure, but everything stays in place. This dress accentuates my body in the right kind of way.

The material feels like satin, but with it being so tight fitting and yet stretchy underneath the chest, it has to be something different. On my waistline there are diamond like gems embroidered looking like a diamond belt.

My eyes are again held in a smokey eye look, my lips for a change tinted in a bright pink lipgloss making my lips look fuller. Paired with my loop earings, the choker necklace and some black thin strappy heels, the straps reaching up my calves. I like the look. My strict ponytail makes me nearly look a bit domina like causing me to chuckle at the thought.

Yes Tyler, I'm going to show him what he's missing out on, due to his own mistakes. And he's going to curse himself for buying me this dress. Because whatever I had along, would have never looked this hot. This is going to be a night with a lot of shots, dancing and fun. For a couple of hours I'm going to forget about all the heartbreak.

I quickly take a selfie and send it to Tyler

Kiara: Following your advice

Tyler: Jesus, you'll be killing him. Fucking hot! Have fun ma Queen

Reaching the lobby I'm not surprised to see Dean waiting there already, what does surprise me is Igor. Damn I hope he won't take things too serious. Both of their eyes widen while I try to walk as elegant as possible in these nearly non-existent heels. With non-existent I don't mean the height but how thin they are. Guess if I needed to kill someone tonight these heels would do.

Igor makes the first move in my direction, he kisses my hand first and then both sides of the cheeks. "You look like a real Russian girl now, absolutely amazing. You know a lot of models come from our country, you would fit into our world perfectly", he compliments.

Dean behind him is already clenching his fists and I'm going to enjoy a little game. "Thank you very much Igor. I might just keep that in mind, from what I've seen until now I like the people in your country. Amazing food, amazing people and the hottest races, what more could a girl wish for?", I say sweetly smiling up at him.

"Are we just going to sweet talk, or are we actually intending to go out?", Dean scoffs.

"A lady deserves the right attention first, especially a lady as beautiful as Kiara", well he does know his way with words. I wonder how many women get to hear this every weekend, but right now I'll play along just for the fun of it.

Outside a huge stretch limousine is waiting for us and Dean rolls his eyes. I nearly laugh, thinking about him doing the same thing, well ok to a gala event, but yet. Then again, this car is so cringe worthy, covered in matt golden foil. I don't know, I just can't with golden cars. I can't wait to get into my cars again tomorrow.

One look at Igor and the bouncer lets us pass immediatley, without waiting in the crowd. He takes us to a higher plattform, it's a private area with a complete overview over the club. The view is amazing, well at least the overview to down below. In the middle of this area are also two topless pole dancers in skimpy skirts making me feel like I'm in a strip club.

Although it's stupid my jealous ass looks straight to Dean and for some reason I feel relieved he's not gawking at them. Instead his eyes meet mine immediately. Was he watching me all along? His eyes dart down to Igors hand on the small of my back and his jaw clenches again while his gaze averts to the dancing club below us.

There are a couple of other people here, Dimitri with his girlfriend Julia, Sascha and a couple of others I can't keep up with the names. Some of them have a girl at their arm which aren't being introduced and something tells me they're either one-night stands or more likely paid to be here. And two women who are being introduced as the wives of the men they're sitting on their lap.

Taking a look around, I know what Dean means, none of my own dresses would have ever been able to keep up with this. The golden dress I had from him, which I left behind, would have done it. But definitely none of my own. This might be nice for one evening but it sure isn't the world I belong into and neither do I want to belong to this world.

The jewellery of those wives, probably cost more than my Mustang. Nope not my world. Rather ripped jeans, perhaps some oil from my car under the fingernails and I'm happy. Some of the guys here are definitely eye fucking me, while they still have a woman hanging on them. Why don't they gawk at them or the pole dancers? I feel a little disgusted by them.

About an hour later, I've already had quite a few shots and all I want to do, is get my tipsy ass on the dancefloor. "Do you dance?", I ask Igor and Dean's knuckles go white while grasping on to the banister behind him.

"No, but I like to watch", he smirks. Actually I'd rather have him just watching me instead of touching me, the only reason his hand is still allowed to be on my back is because I want to show Dean I don't need him. Igor tried to lower his hand a few times, but everytime he did I moved away and he'd move back to my back.

"Well I'll crash the dancefloor now", I let him know and head down the spiral stairs. Jesus, I might have had a few shots too many already for these stairs.

While being totally in trance by the music, I suddenly feel hands on my waist and a body from behind damn close to mine. I'm already ready to punch the guy who dares to touch me like that without my permission, but come to stop shortly before the impact as I look into the most amazing eyes I have ever seen in my life.

Dean's sleaves are tucked up showing off his tatts and in my drunken mind I admit to myself once more how perfect this man looks. Just enjoy the moment Kiara, this is what Sean and Tyler would tell me. So I don't draw away, instead I keep moving.

"I never got to tell you how stunning and fucking hot you look again tonight", Dean's hot breath next to my ear gives me sweet shivers, running right down my spine. His nose brushes gently down the skin on my neck, leaving me desperate for more.

Dean twirls me around, wraps my arms around his neck, when his hands land on my hips he pulls me closer. His hands moving along with every movement of my hips. Our eyes are locked with each other and I know I should break away, but I can't.

The music here isn't much to my taste. It's all techno music which isn't really my thing, it's ok to get into a trance kind of state, but not the thing I would usually dance to at home. And it sure doesn't match to the way Dean and I are dancing. I'm now pulled flush against him. The next moment I'm being twirled around again and my back is up against his front. His arms are now crossed over my belly, both hands on my hips while I keep dancing.

And then the music changes and there's a slightly older song for me, this is what I need. Low from Flo Rida starts, yes this is mine. My hips and booty start moving like I love it. I move down and back up again, grinding into Dean moving to the beat and totally giving into the feeling. My whole body moving against him, my hands first in the air start running down my own body at the same time.

"Fuck", he curses and I feel like clenching my thighs together at that sound.

Suddenly he lets go of me. "I....I...I need something to drink", he claims and leaves me behind. A little shocked over what just happend, I leave the dancefloor myself. Igor comes up to me. "I thought that guy is your ex boyfriend", he laughs.

"Yes we just danced together. We both like dancing, he's back together with his ex girlfriend", I roll my eyes.

"He only has eyes for you Baby doll. There are many hot women here tonight, but all he ever looked at the whole evening was you. He'd like to kill me, if he could and if we weren't business partners he would already be fighting me." Igor pulls me slightly into him, with one arm around my waist. "He's watching us right now. And I'm sure he's going insane over there", Igor leans down and whispers into my ear as if he was saying something dirty.

I shake my head and laugh. "No, you haven't seen his perfect model girlfriend."

"Oh I've seen her on Instagram, you're a model she is nothing."

I laugh again, especially the way Igor leans in every time as if

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