"Sienna are you good to close up?"

Ryan shoved his thumb into the air across the empty club as a gesture that I was good to do so. Rubyz had shut an hour ago and Mia was MIA ironically getting ready for the night she'd dragged me in for. Everyone had left and I was busy by the till counting the stacks of money we'd made from the night.

"Yeah no problem" I belt across the room back at him with a simple nod.

"Perfect you're a star I'll see you tomorrow"

He glided across the floor grabbing his car keys in the process and left through the staff door making sure he left the club keys on the end of the bar for me to easily find. I secretly longed to be on my own after a busy night - so I didn't mind that Ryan had clocked off early but then again he did that every night.

I liked my job for the most part, it kept me busy on the weekends where I wouldn't have anything to do anyway. It was a big night club to say the least, two floors with different aesthetics. Downstairs was always the busiest- full of your normal people as I called them. The ones who ordered a drink and enjoyed their night with their friends- no trouble..no real cause for concern. Upstairs however was a different story- it's quieter but holds a different vibe a more dark one. That's where I'd met Charles that night- typically the flash rich men would stay seated there and not move for the majority of the night. Sipping on there over priced scotch and occasionally puffing in a neatly rolled cigar. They were the people who didn't know how to respect hard working bar maids like me and Mia.

I graduated school a couple of years ago in England and when my plan of going to University became a reality I was quickly disappointed by the realness of it all.

Debt.

Of course I had been warned prior by my parents that it was going to cost more then I'd deemed possible to cope with at the time- but with them still living in England it was harder for them to help me out. It was an impulsive choice me moving to Monaco at the young age of eighteen, but there was nothing left in England for me by the time I'd reached that age. And now at the age of the twenty one Monaco had just started to feel the same. My childhood best friend Luna had died at the age of sixteen leaving a hole in my heart that only Mia had just about managed to fill again. And I knew it wasn't going to be possible to heal in a city where I was constantly reminded of my losses. Dating in Monaco was just as hard as making friends- I'd been on a few dates here in there when I reached twenty but never came away with something solid, that's why I started working at Rubyz. Not only was it going to slowly pay off the heap of debt I'd mounted myself in studying Architecture but it also cured the lonely Saturday nights I hadn't got a man to spend them with. I wasn't really fond of going out and getting drunk, ironic to say when I work in a place full of people doing just that but I didn't mean being on the receiving end of it.

So in a nutshell i was living a pretty box standard life to say the least.

It must've have only been a few minutes from Ryan's departure for the doors at the front of the building to fly open making me jump out my skin. A male's presence filled the empty club rather quickly, the figure was quick to lock the door behind him and before long he was slowly approaching me like a predator stalking its prey.

"Still here I see" He comments, his voice making me jump slightly as I look up at him. I didn't recognise the man at first but he looked very familiar, liked I'd seen him on TV somewhere or on a poster plastered around the city. He was dressed in sharp black trousers, a tight black top paired with a chain and a black leather jacket.

"We're closed sorry" I say quietly, wary I'm the only one left in the club with a stack of money in my hand. My eyes flicker to the keys at the end of the bar - fuck there too far away.

He chuckles standing more in view of a light revealing his cold, piercing gaze "Oh relax It's just me" He steps closer, leaning against the bar eyeing the money in my hands "Counting the night's earnings, I presume?"

His voice drew back a distance memory from earlier on in the night and my jaw almost fell off when I realised it was Charles. His Ferrari keys dangling in his right hand and the familiar tattoo on his left arm id seen before suddenly sparked the delayed reaction in my head.

It was Charles Leclerc.

"Wait..your?..I- your the man from earlier right?" I stutter out in confusion.

"Finally realised where you recognise me from?" He arched a brow at me in mockery. The same solid tone of voice he kept put me on edge more then I was letting on.

"You had glasses on before..I didn't realise you were..Charles Leclerc" I went to push the wad of money in my hand down then realised it was safer in my tight grip. He wasn't the person I'd pictured in person, when I'd seen him on the TV he always came across as the sweetest person who could do no harm. Tattoos hidden by his race suit. But now that he was in front of me it was like I was meeting a different personality of his. A darker one. A hidden one.

He smirks at my discomfort and leans further over the bar, invading my personal space "No need to hide the money on my account" His gaze flicks back and forth between my eyes and the cash causing me to clutch onto it tighter. I didn't know what his intentions was coming back here and I really didn't want to find out.

"Erm..well like I said we're closed so you really shouldn't be here" I mutter out in startle, shoving the earnings into a brown envelope and stashing it in the back of my skirt for the time being.

It was clear he was going to choose to ignore my words and instead traces his fingers along the edge of the bar, his touch almost hypnotising "You're right I probably shouldn't be here" His hand suddenly snakes out and grips my wrist, his touch firm but gentle.

I am hesitant about every little thing he does, every movement, every word from him I over analyse to the point of confusing myself. Charles was intimidating that was known but he was also interesting to me - how can a man be so sweet in front of his fans and yet so scary behind closed doors?

"What are you doing here Charles?" I ask not daring to look down at his iron grip around a part of my body.

He pulls me closer, his voice dropping to a low, velvety tone "I came back to ensure you kept our little secret Sienna" His thumb brushes over my throbbing pulse, feeling my racing heartbeat "You're nervous" He observes, his face now inches from mine "Why is that?"

I swallow hard counting my breaths like I was about run out of them any second "I'm not nervous"

He chuckles softly, his breath ghosting over my lips "Don't lie to me Sienna" He tilts his head studying me intently "You're trembling" His free hand reaches out to brush a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch surprisingly gentle.

"What do you want from me?" I breathe out, I could feel my own breath tickle my lips as I hovered my eyes down to his lips just inches away from mine.

The room spins as his expression darkens, he leans in closer- his lips brushing against mine with a whisper soft kiss "I want you to keep my secret Sienna" Charles pulls back slightly, his eyes locked onto mine "And in return..."

"And in return?.." I repeat, desperate for an answer and still slightly weak in the knees from his lips.

Charles was a man I quickly realised that wasn't good at giving straight forward replies or better yet actual answers to questions. He'd jump around the houses with it- send your head spinning until you forget what you inquired in the first place.

"You wouldn't want to ruin my reputation now, would you?" He asks bluntly.

I squint my eyes narrowly at him and clear my clogged up throat "I think you're capable of doing that yourself"

He throws his head back with a hearty laugh in response to my quick comeback that wasn't exactly said with ease- the sound rich and genuine and yet only one of those things he actually was "Some mouth you've got on you mhm" His eyes begin to sparkle with a challenge I wasn't allowed to dwell on as he leans back against the bar- barricading his tight chest with his arms.

"I was raised to take no shit" I say with a soft tone, it was meant to come across light hearted.

His eyes begin to crinkle at the sides with amusement "Clearly" He mirrors my light tone back thankfully but there's an unspoken challenge lurking between us.

"What happens if I don't keep this secret of yours Charles?" I ask- leaning my hands against the bar with a slight head tilt, making sure I looked up at him through my hooded eye lids.

He uncrosses his arms resting one hand on the bar beside me caging my body in whilst he observed me head to toe, every nerve in my body had been electrified and I knew what he was about to say next would be next to no good.

"You'd make a good hostage"

I swallowed the hard lump that had formed in my throat. I questioned my next move- do I run? What do I say? The room was slowly begin to close in on me.

Noticing my palpable unease he immediately moves away from me, breaking the intense eye contact in the process. It feels like my lungs had collapsed in on each other and I could finally breathe again "Relax Sienna" His voice softens considerably, a hint of genuine concern in his voice "I was messing with you"

"I could think of other ways to humour someone" I say slightly more breathless this time.

His eyes widen slightly at my response, as if surprised by my quick wit. Then he leans back, his hand slightly grips the edge of the bar to support himself upright "Like what exactly?" He asks with a low and curious tone of voice.

I stare back into his slit muddy eyes for a second before stepping away and walking back to the till to resume closing down the club. I was officially done entertaining his bullshit that he thought was intimidating "Like I said earlier Charles you really shouldn't be in here"

I could feel his eyes watch me stride away, focusing on every curve and sway of my hips in my tight short skirt. I curse my uniform for giving him so much to look at. My words had fallen on death ears as he pushes himself off the edge of the bar to move closer to me with confident strides "Why? Because I flirt to much?" He teases with sarcasm.

"You'd be mad to see what I do for a job and then think your flirting bothers me" I reply dryly, my eyes focused on logging out the till to eventually close it.

I could see his hand gently snake towards me out the corner of my eye, he uses it firmly against my chin that makes me flinch slightly to turn my face towards him "That's true but I bet you deal with incels who don't know how to flirt properly" He states, his thumb brushing lightly against my jawline.

"And you think you can flirt properly?" I quiz, looking up at him through hooded eyes once again. I don't know why I was still carrying the conversation on, maybe I liked the attention and the firm details of his touches against my skin.

His finger slips from my chin rather quickly but the thick heavy eye contact remains in our presence with a playful smile tugging at every corner of his lips "Im not flirting with you right now Sienna" He leans in closer, making sure his face is just inches from mine. I could smell the musk and smoke with a mixture of sweetness coming from him "You'd know about it if I was"

"Would I?" I tilt my head with curiosity "I don't think I would Charles"

A challenge. I can see he likes one. That's why I can see his eyes dark with eagerness "You're either really confident or very blind" He leans his face even closer towards me, his bruised cheek almost brushing softly against my flushed ones as he whispers down the canal of my ear "Either way Sienna...you're making me want to show you just how wrong you are"

A pool of warmth forms immediately between my legs that makes me ache uncomfortably. A stranger having this much control over me was bizarre, a stranger that was Charles Leclerc was even weirder.

I force myself to turn my head so my eyes are level with his lips still hovering around my lobe "We both know that ain't a good idea"

Those brown eyes that was once glistening with a challenge was now gleaming with humour "Why not?" He asks "Afraid you might like it?"

"Funnily enough I don't get off on words from strangers" I bite back rather confidently.

"Words?" He muses with a smile "Who said anything about words?"

Just as I was about to open my mouth the back door to the club across the way swings open, jolting my head sharply towards the direction of it. I could see Charles follow the same movements only he is quick to throw on the darkened shades he was wearing earlier. Luckily for the pair of us it was dark in the corner of the club and I could only make out the silhouette of Mia when she walked more into view.

A rise of sudden panic filled the air how the fuck was I going to explain Charles stood next to me. Although the question was quickly answered when I turned to see he'd disappeared, the main door slowly he'd snuck out of had just shut in time before Mia's strut reached me. She didn't question anything, I don't think she'd even seen Charles leave and to her it just looked like I was closing.

"What the fuck is taking you so long?" She bellows before throwing me a bag, I barely caught it with my mind on other things. Or should I say someone.

"What's this?" I question abruptly, looking down at it in my hands.

"Your clothes for tonight" She answers, brushing a curled lock of hair away from her eye. She'd dolled herself rather well in the short space of time Ryan had given her once he'd sent her home. Thought the lack of clothing she was wearing was noticeable. A dress that revealed pretty much everything "I knew Ryan had left you to close so you might as well get ready here and then we can leave quicker"

"These aren't your clothes are they?" I ask as I fish through the bag pulling out various items of clothing "Fishnets? Seriously Mia!?" I groan, pulling them out and into view.

"Sexy I know" She smirks "They go well with the black booty shorts" She continues casually.

"Black what now?" I cough in surprise, when I'd grasped the shorts I threw the bag down onto the bar and straighten them out into eye view. Booty was an understatement, in these had have every ass cheek hanging freely out.

"It compliments your figure well" Mia states, with a cigarette now hanging loosely in her mouth ready to light.

"I dread to think the top you've picked to match this" I said with a sigh as I continued to adventure into the bag for the remaining pieces.

"Top?" She laughed with a shake to the head, exhaling a small puff of smoke "You're not wearing a top"

She was right. I wasn't. Instead I pull a black laced bra and a black glistening leather jacket out the bag. I was going to look like a prostitute and Mia was going to love it.

"I ain't wearing this" I state firmly.

"Oh you are because we've got ten minutes to get down there for a good view" She replies, pushing all her weight into me to guide me to the back of the club "So get fucking dressed"

I sigh heavily knowing I didn't have a choice. For one night I was going to have to dress like I was selling myself on the streets of Monaco and I was going to have to deal with it.