Taming Mr. Black
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Welcome to Club K. Home for the finest and wealthiest men in the country. Owned by playboy Billionaire, Killian Black. The handsome, cocky, and dominant bachelor with a shitty reputation. He has one simple rule: Never mix work with pleasure. Born and raised in a family who worked hard for what they get, Naomi Alderson despises privileged men, especially this particularly attractive, and annoyingly sexy Billionaire, Killian Black, who happens to be her boss. A man who doesn't even know she existed. She has one simple rule: Never get involved with privileged men, especially Killian Black. But what happens when the mysterious, Arrogant Killian Black sets eyes on shy, innocent Naomi Alderson? A girl he never knew existed. And one thing's for sure, Killian is willing to break every of his rules to get her in his bed. Even if he has to win her heart first.
Chapter 1
Mar 31, 2025
NAOMI
"Naomi!" The sound of my name makes me jolt up from my bed at once. I rub my eyes with the heel of my palms and stare at the person next to my open door. My younger sister, Rachel, stands next to my door with a toothbrush in her hand, as she smiles at me.
"Good morning. Mama said I should tell you that you will be late for work if you don’t get up." Rachel says and disappears down the hallway, leaving my door open.
I groan and get out of bed. I quickly take my bath, get dressed in my previous day's clothes, and head to the living room. The house looks lively and smells beautiful.
"Pancakes," I say as I walk toward the kitchen.
Mom's making pancakes as I predicted.
"Good morning, Mama," I say, and kiss my mother on the cheeks.
"Good morning, baby. How did you sleep?" Mom asks and scoops pancakes on a plate and pushes it to the edge of the counter for me to take. I give her a grateful nod and brew coffee for myself.
"Good," I say while adding sugar and cream to my coffee.
"Mmm…"
"Is this about that boyfriend of yours? Is that why you spent the night, Naomi?" Mom asks in Spanish.
I groan. Every time she speaks our language to me, I feel like a child. She always does this on purpose.
"Mama." I blow air into my coffee and take a sip. I sit down to start eating.
"I thought you two were, like, done," Rachel says and pokes her head into the kitchen through the open kitchen door. I glare at her.
"Out. The seniors are talking." Mom says in English. Rachel rolls her eyes and disappears behind the wall.
Mom sighs and turns to look at me. I avoid her gaze. I can't do this with her right now. I don't want to talk about my bad relationship with George. Period.
"Sweetheart," Mom says in Spanish.
I look up, trying to eat up my pancakes and get the hell out of here. I'm nearly late for work and my mother knows that.
"Are you okay?" She continues in Spanish.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I say and stand up, carrying my plates with me to the sink.
"Okay, I believe you." She continues to speak in Spanish.
I ignore her and drop my plates in the sink. I turn on the tap to wash my hands.
"Is he still bothering you? I mean, after you told him you were done?" Mom asks in Spanish.
" Yup," I mutter under my breath. George is the last person I want to talk about right now and she knows that.
"What did you even see in him? I'd never liked him. He's just so privileged with daddy and mommy issues. He's too full of himself, and God, he's so arrogant. I mean, not standing up for you when his mother was berating you, that was so shameless of him. And his parents, who do they think they're? The fact that they're rich doesn't mean they'll treat people like gum. Chew them up and throw them away when they please. God, they are just out of control. These privileged people…" Mom goes on and on with Spanish.
"Mom, It's okay. George and I are over. We're not getting back together. I didn't know it would turn out like this. I'm done with him. For good. And I don't care about his parents berating me. I'm a successful woman and a graduate with a marketing degree. The fact that I don't have a good job, yet, doesn't make me useless." I say and sigh, as I turn off the tap.
This is why I don't want to talk about George or his family. They just give me a headache that tends to stay for too long.
"I'm happy you're finally moving on and becoming a real woman. I know I trained you to be better." Mom says and leans against the counter as she watches me. I don't say a word but drink my coffee in peace and quiet.
"So, when are you planning to leave that job? It's bringing you anything, but good. You don't live in a good apartment, Naomi. You have a roommate, and yet, you feel so content with that bartending job." Mom says in Spanish.
"Mom, I'm not content. I just don't have a choice. Plus, you taught me how to work hard and earn money the right way." I say and drop my cup of coffee on the counter.
"That job of yours, bartending, is not even that good of a job. I want you to do something else. You have a marketing degree, start job hunting again." She still speaks in Spanish.
"I'm not a bartender, mama, I'm a server. There's a difference between a bartender and a server."
"They both work in a club or bar." Mom points out in English.
"Mom, you need to cut me some slacks. There are no jobs in the city. I have tried before, and trust me, I'm still trying." I grab my coat and wear it.
"I thought you hated your boss." Mom says again. I groan and roll my eyes.
"I didn't say that. I remember I only said he's an arrogant, privileged asshole."
"He's never said a word to you and you hate him. Are you sure that's hate? I mean, you always talk about him every chance you get and he's never for once stared at you. I don't even think he knows you exist." Rachel says as she walks into the kitchen.
"Shut up, Rach." I playfully glare at her.
"I'm gonna go now." I walk towards my mom and hug her.
"You know I want the best for you, right?" Mom asks me in English. I smile and nod.
"I know." I pull away from the hug and turn to leave.
"Don't forget your nephew's birthday is tonight. You can't be late." Mom says.
"Yeah, sure. You know I won't miss Charlie's birthday for anything in the world. Where the hell is he?" I grab an apple and walk toward the living room.
"He's still sleeping. I've tried to wake him up." Rachel says behind me.
"Charlie! You awake? Oh my God, Charlie, Bruno is about to eat your Spiderman toy!" I lie and pat my family's dog, Bruno, on his head. He whines and tilts his head to the side.
"I'm awake!" I hear Charlie's voice and his small feet racing down the stairs. I laugh and head out of my family's house.
I breathe in the warm morning air as I look around for a cab. I see one and enter inside and I shut the door. I give my address to the driver and he starts to drive. I shut my eyes and take in a deep breath. My phone rings and I pull it out of my coat pocket. Bianca, my roommate and close friend, is calling me. I pick up and put the phone to my ear.
"Hey, Bianca."
"Hey, Naomi. How are you? Are you off to work?"
"Yeah, I'm good. And, I'm off to work. What's up with you? Leaving for work too?" I ask.
"Something like that."
Bianca and I have been close friends since we both graduated from the same college. Bianca works as a cashier in the city's mall, not a fancy job for someone who graduated with a business degree. And I, on the other hand, graduated with a marketing degree, and I worked as a server in this elite club called Club K. Club K is the biggest club in the city and it's owned by Billionaire, Killian Black. The bartenders and servers are mostly college graduates. You barely can get a job as a bartender in Club K, especially, when you don't have a good degree. It is home to the elite men and wealthy men of the state. There are times when celebrities just drop by. The club is the most talked about club in the country and the home to nearly every Billionaire you can think of. So, me being able to secure a job there, I guess, I should be grateful. The pay is pretty great too. At least, I get to take care of my bills and myself.
"Something like that?"
"Yeah, I'm on my way to work."
"Okay." I answer.
"George was here, though. He dropped by yesterday saying he needed to see you. Well, I told him you're not around. He got pissed and left." Bianca says. I sigh.
"What are you gonna do about him?" She asks when I don't say anything.
"I've told him countless times I can't do it anymore."
"You really need to work harder. Get him off your back once and for all, Naomi."
I sigh and nod to no one in particular.
"I gotta go. Be careful."
"I will." I say, and Bianca hangs up.
George is my boyfriend. Well, my ex-boyfriend. George and I started dating when I was a senior in university. He was out of college and worked as a finance manager in his father's company. They were loaded. Rich, privileged people. At first, I knew the relationship was gonna hit the bus, but George was so invested in our relationship, he wanted to keep going. His family didn't like me. They believed I was too underclass for their son. And, his mother never tried to hide it, always throwing it in my face that I wasn't good enough for their son. George was their only son, and maybe they wanted the best for him, but I couldn't take it anymore.
We've been dating for over two years now and it was time we just let go. There was no future between me and George. His parents didn't like me and they kept berating me to George. There were occasions they set him up with different, beautiful women who were rich and shared the same social class as George. I told him I was breaking up with him, George didn't take the breakup lightly. I made him understand why I can't be with him or any other privileged man for that matter.
I hated to be treated like I was nothing. I was something. I make my own money and I'm a fucking graduate. I might not be rich, but I am stable. So, since I broke up with George, which was five weeks ago, he couldn't help himself. He would drop by my apartment and apologize for the things he didn't even do and always demanded we start over again. George hated when someone said no to him. It's like a disease. He couldn't stand the fact that I broke up with him even when I gave him a valid reason. He would constantly drop by my apartment just to tell me to come back to him. Because of his constant pest behavior, I started spending some of my nights at my mother's house.
My family isn't all that rich. We weren't poor either. We were comfortable and happy. My father was a veteran of the army. He went to war sixteen years ago, the year Rachel was born, and he never came back. We got the news that he died, died in action. It was hard for my mom, she cried and fell into depression. My older brother, Antonio, and I made it our life's mission to look after her and also take care of Rachel. Antonio worked as an interior designer. The pay is pretty great, far better than the salary I earned at Club K. But, the problem is, he is never at home. Always out there working and trying to make more money. Charlie is his kid. He's 7 years old. His mother, Grace, divorced my brother, Antonio, because according to Grace, she couldn't date a man who was not always at home. She wanted a loving, caring husband, and so, they went their separate ways, with Charlie under my brother's custody. He stays with my mother since his father is barely around and there's no one to look after him.
The cab stops outside the famous Club K and I get down. It's pretty early, so there aren't any teen girls and youths queuing in line to get a pass into Club K. I pay the cabbie and enter the club.
Today is going to be another long day.
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