Dominic's POV
He looked breathtaking descending the stairs in a rainbow sleeveless top, his electric blue jean shorts showing off his glowing skin. The white fur jacket—the same color as his boots—gave his outfit a touch of elegance.

"You're drop-dead gorgeous. I might die if I keep staring at a celestial beauty as bright as yours.

"Oh, stop," he chuckled, pushing my shoulder playfully.

I stretched out a hand. He stared at me, his eyebrows furrowed like the first time I did it. Mark hesitated before placing his hand on mine. I led him out to where my black Bugatti tourbillon was parked outside.

The door slowly opened vertically, and we took the back seat. It kinda sucked that I couldn't impress him with my wealth since we were both billionaires, but at least he craved something of mine—a wand of great magic I could use to get what I wanted from him. It was almost too easy.

I unlocked my phone and texted the club owner to make preparations as the plan kick-started.

Stepping into the place, people had already gathered around a spot. I supposed the dancers were performing.

We walked towards the area, taking the two empty chairs by the edge. Sipping our cocktails, our gazes shifted to the dancers in g-strings and heels, their moves matching the fast beat. They performed a series of dizzying spins, making it difficult to focus on more than one.

I glanced at the audience. The men gawked and drooled, while those sitting in front of us talked about the curvy hourglass shapes of the dancers and the ones they'd like to have a one-night stand with.

The different brands of thick cologne lingering in the atmosphere tickled my nostrils; the air conditioners did their best to suppress the chaotic mix to some extent.

I turned to Mark, who was tapping his screen. I guessed he was chatting with someone else. Why would he do that when he was practically on a date with me?

If he was texting, I couldn't fathom why he had a neutral expression on his face. I gradually leaned back in my chair, narrowing my eyes at his phone.

Mark was playing a fashion game, selecting clothes for his character.

I believed he wasn't enjoying this activity. It was time for the main agenda.

"Hey, wanna go somewhere else?" I whispered into his ear, giving his lobe a light tease with my teeth.

Mark's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Yes!" he grinned.

I grabbed his hand, leading him out of the place and into a special room.

I sat on the couch, and he followed, staring at me as if asking, What now? There was a brief silence before I parted my lips. "Can you pole dance?"

Mark paused, taken aback by the question. "Yeah... a little," he answered, squinting at me in suspicion.

"Can you show me some moves?" I asked, predicting his reaction.

Mark scoffed, folding his arms and rolling his eyes. "Why should I? I didn't come here to—"

"'I'll hit it till sunrise if you give me a show," I cut in, a devilish smirk creeping onto my face as I watched his confused state.

He turned away from my intense gaze, biting his lips and taking a few minutes to think. "Okay, this will be the first and last time l ever pole dance for you," Mark sighed, getting up.

I snickered dubiously, knowing I'd won. "Change into these," I said, pointing to the clothes on the arm of the sofa. I had told the owner to prepare them beforehand; getting his size wasn't a problem since I had already mastered all his measurements.

"Don't command me. That's very rude," he snapped, frowning.

"I'm sorry, honey gold. I won't do that again," I apologized softly.

"Hmph!" he snorted, grabbing the things and entering the small changing room.

He came out of the room but without the heels.
"Was there a problem with the heels?" I arched a brow at his bare feet.

He shook his head. "I'm not a fan of heels. It's difficult to walk in them," he explained.

"Oh... I'll take note of that," I replied. I didn't mean that just literally; I had a notebook where I wrote down everything I knew about Mark.

He did a sexy walk to the vertical pole—hips swaying side to side to the slow, erotic song. Mark leaned his back against it, holding the pole behind him. He glanced at me, locking our gazes. "Watch closely, and smash me good after this," he said, his foxy stare lingering on me.

He held the pole, bending down in a sexy position. His red bodysuit dazzled beneath the dim blue light.

He stood back up, jumping on the pole, his hands moving as if through quicksand. Mark crossed his legs, increasing the spins. His feet touched the floor, the silver anklet complimenting his baby pink nail polish. Mark looked over his shoulder, flashing a smile and slowly hitting his backside.

My heart thumped at his gesture of seduction. He jumped back on the pole—upside down, clinging to it with his legs, his body arching away from the pole. My eyes struggled to keep up with his mind-bending moves, which defied gravity.

He finally dropped to the floor in a sensual pose as the music stopped.

"That's one of the greatest wonders I've ever seen. You're beyond amazing!" I commented, clapping enthusiastically. "Is this something you do often?"

He nodded. "It's a hobby of mine. Besides attracting men, it's a good sport to maintain the perfect shape for a model."

"l see," I replied, my eyes following his movements as he walked closer. "It's... effective," I muttered, stealing another glance at him.

"Of course it is," he whispered as he locked me between his hands, his knees on the couch as he sat on my lap, captivating me with a knowing look.

"The blame's on you for being this sexy. If I can't hold back, it's your fault," I smiled slyly, my hands traveling to his thighs.

"There's no need for that. I need you on full power," he answered, returning my sly smirk and sealing my mouth with his.

Author's note:
Hi, sorry for the late update. I was a bit slower than usual because I hurt my right thumb. Being ambidextrous makes it easier but I still need both hands.

Thanks for reading, the next update comes in seven days. ❤️