Rayah

I saw him for the first time when he came into my father's office for an assignment.

His face was scarred, but he was oddly handsome…a rugged type of look.

His body was completely built like a Greek God and I'd seen him plenty of times with his shirt off after the meeting. 

Then, my father started making me do things for the men…even the prisoners downstairs. 

Beast

 “Strip down.”

Rayah struggled to take off her boots,but she waa eventually able to get them pulled away.

“Your father is one lucky son of a bitch, but also an evil man to turn his daughter into a whore.”

With her clothes gone, and only wearing the lingerie her father had bought, Rayah began her dance. 

The men loved her dancing.

I watched her struggle the first few times, my cock painfully hard as she shimmied in the dimly lit room.

The men wanted more, but they weren't allowed to touch…and neither was I.

Rayah 

As the men ogled me, I couldn't help but wonder what was going on in Beast's mind.

He had to watch, too, but he kept the straightest face, the coldest stare.

He was my bodyguard while I performed and kept the crowd at bay.

“Take it all off tonight,  Rayah!!”

“Show us those perfect tits!”

“Give us a peek of that pretty pink pussy…”

I struggled with my bra strap, but managed to slip it down my shoulder, then the other.

I was so used to performing, but it still made me unsure of my body and what it looked like.

I didn't understand why I cared so much.

Beast

Before things got rowdy, I kicked the men out. 

Rayah had performed more than enough lap dances for the night.

She gathered her clothes and ran to the bathroom just as one man headed in there with her.

What the fuck did I care?

I wasn't her babysitter. 

“Out.”

I threw open the door just as the man tried to penetrate her.

She'd clawed him pretty good and it looked like he'd clocked her in the jaw. 

“Out…or die.”

The man hustled to tug his pants on as I grabbed Rayah by the arm and dragged her out, half dressed and shivering. 

We didn't discuss anything as I led her to her bedroom.

She barely looked at me before taking a step back and grabbing her robe.

“Ice that jaw.”

It's all I said before heading out, closing thr door behind me.

She locked it, but it didn't matter.

If Yuri was paid, he'd have a man in there sooner than Rayah could blink.

I couldn't even count how many times he'd done it or exactly how many men she'd fucked, but I knew one thing:

She was a smart businesswoman and I'd seen many little items or money come up missing on one of the men only to be pawned by Rayah or put into a Swiss bank account.

She played them well.

Rayah 

I did ice my face.

Beast's words were always short and to the point.

I'd tried very few times to have conversations with him, but he didn't want to communicate like a normal person.

He probably thought lowly of me, as well.

I sat in the warm tub for some time.

It was my only release from the world besides my books.

I loved to read and write, but my father didn't know about the books I wrote. 

He didn't care if I had an education or not after high school, but I'd hired a tutor for my first two years of college and she came to the house until Father said I needed my diploma soon.

I received my associates in dramatic literature. 

Beast had watched me get my diploma.

Beast had watched my father tell me I was only good for one thing.

Beast bought me a cupcake from my favorite bakery and had it sent to my room with a note that read Congratulations on your Degree!

I thanked him profusely,  but be pretended like it was from my father even though it was obviously not.

I don't know why he catered to such a lie, but I let it go until my father sold me.

“Tell me what you want for trying to be nice!”

Beast just stared at me until I'd stomped throughout the guest house, breaking most things that could be replaced until I reached my mother's China.

It was then he stepped in front of me and shook his head.

“Are you finished?”

“No.”

“Go to your room and cool off.”

“Don't tell me what to do.”

In one swoop, I was lifted over his shoulder and carried to my room like a toddler. 

“I hate you.”

He growled, “You only wish you did.”