Book One—
Chapter 1
The Ginger Woman
A satisfying smile tugged at the corner of Damon Wyatt's face the moment his eyes caught the woman on the stage, ginger with sparkling green eyes and cherry plump lips to compliment the beautiful sculpture which she called a face.
‘What's her name?'. The question rolled out his tongue as he sat on the bar stool reserved for him.
Jacob Brynn who is more than happy to see his special client happy poured him a drink, ‘Anastasia.....a rare beauty scored by one of my agents, she's more than welcome to give you a private performance if you want.
‘What I want is to see her naked', Damon shrugged as his eyes remained focused on the beautiful woman who also had an angelic voice to make a man fawn, ‘Do you think she'd accept an invitation to my suite??'.
‘I'm sorry but Ana's not that kind of woman'
‘What do you mean?'
Jacob Brynn frowned deeply trying to suppress his brewing feeling of annoyance of Damon's words, ‘She's a showgirl with a beautiful voice but.... she's not that kind of showgirl, a woman of integrity is what she—'
‘If she's a woman of integrity then you wouldn't have offered a private performance Jacob. Come on, a woman singing in an only men's club isn't one of dignity or whatever blabber you're talking about', Damon cut him off which a chuckle, ‘As a matter of fact I'll prove you wrong'. He rose from his barstool and downed his shot of tequila in one gulp, ‘watch me take your darling Anastasia home tonight'.
Jacob shook his head as he resumed his temporary job of bartending for the night, if Anastasia was who the arrogant Wyatt Millionaire wanted then who was he, the
mere owner of a men's club to stop him?
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Anastasia Levinson sighed deeply as she took off the ginger wig from her head, another sigh left her as she struggled to wipe off the sparling eye shadow which was proving to be a hassle...Damn Sheila who suffocates her face every night with makeup, she thought with disdain as she wiped her eyelids harder till it started to become sore.
Her hands raked through her disheveled dark brown hair which was in dire need of shampooing, all the wigs and she totally abandoned her natural form. A wince left her as she took out the green contacts in her eyes, being left with her natural lenses of a rich brown with a golden hue around it, a look in the mirror and she felt like killing herself again.
Two more months, she promised herself, two more months and she would storm into Jacob Brynn's office and slam a resignation letter on his table, two more months and she won't have to bother about wasting her beautiful voice for a bunch of married men, looking for the next side piece and some pathetic bachelors who just wanted to get under her skirt.
‘That's it for tonight Sheila', She murmured before the short redheaded club assistant could open her mouth to speak, ‘You're not getting a singing note out of—'
‘That's not what I'm here for', Sheila cut her off and rolled her eyes, ‘There's a man here to see you'.
‘I don't owe anybody any—'
‘Don't worry it's not a loan shark', the assistant chuckled, there was nothing she loved more than seeing a perturbed Ana whom she greatly disliked, ‘He's a fan of yours and I think you'd be glad to meet him'.
Ana made a wincing sound and scoffed, ‘I have no time to entertain any of Jacob's horny customers Sheila.....tell the so-called fan that I need my beauty sleep if I can be able to sing for—'
‘Ohh you'll get your sleep', Damon suddenly walked in, interrupting Ana's rant and being taken aback by the woman seated in front of the lit vanity—she was different, more natural and exhilaratingly beautiful although he was momentarily disappointed she wasn't really a ginger headed woman but it didn't matter....the urge to bed her only increased.
Ana frowned deeply as her eyes skimmed the man standing in front of her dressed like he was out to seduce, with his black shirt only buttoned halfway through to the top and his pristinely tailored pants—he looked vaguely familiar, his sleek curly black hair and blue eyes was something she had seen in a magazine or a tv commercial...whatever it was she couldn't place her finger on it.
Sheila took her leave shortly and Ana's focus remained on him, ‘What can I do for you Mr....'
‘Damon', he stated, ‘Damon Wyatt'.
‘Ohhh', she nodded as her suspicions were finally proven true, he was Damon Wyatt, the director of Wyatt Cosmetics, one of the biggest beauty cosmetics infrastructures in the world, ‘What do you want from me Mr Wyatt?, she asked not willing to be fazed by his identity.
Damon's brows furrowed for a moment as he wasn't expecting a bleak expression on her face even after knowing who he was, most women would have excitement lighting up in their eyes once they discovered his true identity, but Ana—this ginger woman seated a few feet away from him was just expressionless.
‘You're a beautiful woman Anastasia and I would love to invite you to my suite tonight', he muttered as he walked closer to her chair, placing a hand on her shoulder he bent until his mouth was close to her ear, ‘You know.....a beautiful woman like you can—'
‘No'. Ana blatantly refused.
He frowned deeply, ‘What do you mean by no?'.
‘No is No Mr Wyatt', she grabbed her purse from the table and rose to her feet, ‘Jacob mustn't have told you but I'm not a one night stander, I'm a performer. If you're looking for a woman to warm your bed the strip club is just a few blocks from here.....I can give you directions of you want'.
Her tone carried a subtle hint of spite which Damon didn't like, obviously Jacob was right, she wasn't that kind of a woman but he wasn't ready to give up yet, ‘I'll pay you handsomely Anastasia'.
She paused on her way to the door and turned around which gave him a glimmer of hope, until she opened her mouth, ‘My name is Ana..... Goodnight Mr Wyatt'.