Lucien Rodriguez
"Any news?" I queried my best bodyguard and private detective Jeff as he walked into one of my underground houses.
"Yes boss," he said, bowing his head in respect.
"Speak" I ordered.
"She wants to work in club forte as a private dancer," he said and paused.
I raised my eyebrows immediately, glaring at Jeff whose head was still bent, I stood up from the chair and paced nervously around the room.
"And why is that? I thought she had a job?" I questioned.
"She had quit her job two days ago, something about raising money to support her boyfriend's mom who is due for a heart surgery" Jeff retorted.
"That cunning bastard put her up to this?" I asked frustratingly but at the same time, I tried to remain calm.
"Book a section with her, she will only dance for me and no one else, offer the owner of the club any amount to get it done" I ordered sternly.
I had fallen in love with a simple girl, I met her a few months back, and it was more like love at first sight
I had gone to say hello to my cousin brother, when she walked in looking so adorable, she caught my attention, and ever since that day I can't seem to get her out of my mind, I had my best bodyguards follow her all day and that was how I got to know she had a boyfriend, one she loved so much and is willing to do anything for.
I found out afterward that her boyfriend was having an affair with her best friend, they were only playing her, taking her hard-earned money from her, all in the name of paying for his sick mother's hospital bills. Damien's mother died five years ago, and yet that cunning bastard chose to lie and deceive a woman who loved him with everything she had.
I wanted to deal with him but then I couldn't get myself to hurt Ava, she loved him and if anything happened to him, Ava would be very devastated and I wouldn't want that.
"First, you had her followed, and now she's going to be your private dancer, you must really love her?" Carson my cousin brother asked, he was sitting across the table, a playful smirk plastered on his face
I gave him a quick glance and turned my gaze away.
"You don't need to answer that, I have my answers, it's written all over you" Carson retorted with a taunting smile, he looked like he couldn't believe I was capable of loving someone.
"You do realize your mom wants Olivia for you? That girl is clearly into you. All you have to do is throw a ring at her and boom, she's your wife" Carson teased, laughing slightly.
"Don't you have work to do? Or is it that you enjoy teasing me" I replied, a playful smirk on my face.
"Of, course you know I enjoy teasing you" he replied, his gaze fixed on me.
"So what now?" Carson continued. "You're really going to a club for a private dance? But you are not even into this kind of thing" Carson said, bursting out in laughter.
"What?" I said, glaring at him, Carson is my best cousin and best friend, he had always had my back since we were kids.
"You know, I kind of pity this poor girl that doesn't know she's been followed by the almighty Lucien Rodriguez," he said, still laughing.
"What do you mean by that Carson? I'm only looking out for her" I said, my face gleaming, this is how much effect she has on me.
"You're blushing Lucien, you're blushing because of a woman, now this is serious, I haven't seen you feeling this way about anyone before," Carson said, his face beaming with smiles.
"Okay, enough of the teasing, I have work to do," I said, adjusting myself on the chair, Carson can be a handful sometimes.
"Well, she's such a beauty to behold, I'm not surprised she got you hooked even without knowing, too bad she's stuck with that jerk of a boyfriend and a best friend who is just pretending to be nice" Carson cursed under his breath.
"So about the dance? For how long do you intend to do that?" Carson asked.
"As long as I can" I replied with a smirk.
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I was so nervous and anxious as I sat down in the private room, my face masked.
My heart skipped as the door cracked open and Ava walked in, taking my breath away, she looked so gorgeous and I must say I was thrilled to see what her next action would be.
She stared at me, more like she was anxious to see what I looked like through the mask.
And then she slowly walked towards me, my heart kept racing as she bent seductively, taking my glass away, with a smile on her face.
Gosh! Her smile was contagious, I couldn't resist staring at her, and a smile crossed my face, even though she wouldn't see it.
"Tequila? Nice choice" she muttered.
I chuckled inwardly as she said that.
She was so determined to go straight to business, and as she turned and my eyes trailed her body subconsciously, her tiny waist, her big ass sent down shivers down my spine, her curves were astonishing, she was greatly endowed.
"Ava right" I managed to ask, stopping her.
"Yes," she said, probably dazed at how I got to know her name.
"Can we not dance today, can we talk?" I asked calmly.
"Who talks in a private dance section?" she asked fiercely, more like she was getting pissed at my request.
"I do" I replied calmly.
"Don't get me wrong, I know it's weird to ask that we talk instead of the actual reason why you're here and I also know that I'm out of line and talking is not part of your job description but I mean, I would be having a section with you for quite a long time, why don't we just talk today and dance maybe some other time" I explained calmly.
We got talking and I was intrigued by her sense of humor, she did most of the talking while I listened to every detail.
Our section was meant to last for an hour and we exceeded the time as we both were carried away with the warmth of each other's company, we just clicked immediately and I would do anything to just stare at her all day while listening to her inside jokes, she's feisty.
"I should go now, my time is up," she said, jolting me out of my stare, as much as I would love to pay any amount to extend my time with her, I didn't want to scare her either with my too many requests.
"Okay, I had a great time thank you," I said.
She wanted to leave when I stopped her.
"Here, for the extra time and any inconveniences it might have caused" I retorted, bringing out a pack of dollar notes from my pocket.
She flashed a smile at me and said.
"Thank you for being thoughtful but that won't be necessary, I had a great time as well. See you on our next section Mr. Anonymous" she replied and walked out of the door with her heels clicking behind her.
Ava's PovI've never seen a calm and gentle billionaire like this, I mean he has to be a billionaire to pay that kind of money just for a dance section. And then again he insisted on talking and even offered me money for the extra time, this is new, no one has been this kind to me in recent times, not even Damien. I feel like Damien and I are slowly drifting apart, I feel so lonely in this relationship but yet I didn't want to give up on us. His mother's condition is taking a ton on him and that's why I want to help out.He's usually stressed this days and then there is my best friend Emilia who I haven't heard from since I started this new job.I picked up my phone and dialed Emilia's number, I wanted to tell her how things has been going so far since she didn't ask."Hi bestie" I called out happily. "Ava, please can I call you back, I'm in a middle of something" she said ending the call."That was weird" I mumbled and dropped my phone, I made a mental note to call Damien later, h
Ava's PovI grumbled on my bed, rolling from one end of the bed to the other. Why is Damien not picking any of my calls? I mumbled inwardly, staring at the ceiling. I'm beginning to get so worked up about his attitude, I'm just trying to help him out and he's out there, not appreciating my efforts. I told him about the new job and he didn't even bother to call to know how it's going."Could it be that his mother's sickness is getting worse? I rolled my eyes at the thought of that, maybe I'm thinking too much" I said inwardly. But how will I even check up on him and his mother, when he had refused to tell me the hospital his mother was admitted to. Damien can be weird sometimes, always keeping to himself but regardless of his shortcomings, I still loved him with all my heart. If he would just let me in, allow me to be by his side throughout this phase, I don't know why he shut me out of his life completely, I just hope he's fine. I jolted out of my reverie when I heard someone kn
Ava's PovI noticed Emilia was acting weird the last time she visited but I decided to wave that thought, it's just work stress like she said, I retort inwardly, trying to convince myself. Maybe Emilia is right about Damien, I'm just overthinking things and he's truly going through a lot, I understand if he wants to look after his mother without dragging me into it, I mean I was already doing all I can to raise money for the surgery, maybe he doesn't want to stress me any further. But deep down, I wanted him to let me in about everything. And slowly, my mind drifted off to the masked guy, my client who chooses to remain anonymous. I can't help but imagine what he looks like, seeing his body already sends shivers down my spineI wonder what I will do if I get to see him without the mask someday. I somehow prayed the day goes by quickly so I can get to see him again, he has a great sense of humor and most importantly he listens to me.Don't get me wrong, I'm not ogling my client or a
Ava's PovIt's been one hell of a boring weekend for me. Emilia seemed to have disappeared on me again.As I shrugged back to the backseat of the taxi, my thoughts spirals around, I reflected on how things I've been lately.I recalled how happy I was when Damien asked me out, the few early months of our relationship was blissful but then he changed even though he wouldn't admit it.He switched up on me, more like I couldn't recognize the man I fell in love with, he's distant, hardly checks up on and most importantly he cared less.I've seen all the red flags but for some reason I was still holding onto our happy moment. Hoping he would realize how much I'm hurting from his actions.I snapped back to reality when the driver notified me that we had arrived to my apartment. I had gone for grocery shopping. Perhaps that would help keep my mind afloat.I flashed the driver a warm smile, handing him a few dollars notes, and carrying the things I got from the mall to my apartment door.As I
Ava's Pov.Sarah had asked for us to meet and catch up. I jumped on the idea, eager to meet up with her.When I arrived, I'm stuck with how elegant the place is, the exterior is sleek and modern, the inside simple and luxurious with plush chairs and transparent tables.The soft lighting cast a warm glow to the place.I'm halfway down the coffee aisle when I spotted Sarah, sitting at one end of the bar, her eyes fixed on her phone, she looked different, more sophisticated.As I approached her, a warm smile spread across my face. "Sarah," I call out, my face beaming with a smile.Sarah turns, her face flushed, she looked like she was about to explode with excitement. "Ava! It's so good to see you again," she said, pulling me into a warm hug, she sounded really happy to see me.It makes me wonder though. "Aren't you mad at me?" I blurted out, unable to hide my surprise. We haven't talked since my aunt's burial.Sarah shakes her head, smiling slightly. "Nah, I get it. It wasn't easy for y
Ava's POV Sarah responds. "I always want to be there for you, Ava. That's what friends are for, right?"I couldn't have agreed more, Sarah is that friend that was there for me when I moved in with my aunt, even when the drama with my Dad got out of hand, she was there.I thought I needed to get rid of everything that reminds me of my aunt's death. I guess I let that got in the way of our friendship.But I'm so glad Sarah never gave up on our friendship, that's something I'd cherish henceforth."So, any prince charming yet?" Sarah asked, bringing me back to reality."Uhmm," I hesitated, things haven't been really rossy between Damien and I but truth is I still loved him.Even though I've been thinking a lot about Mr. Anonymous lately, I still couldn't place a finger to what I think I feel for him. Maybe it was mere admiration. Or perhaps, I see the Damien I really wanted in him.He's everything I want in Damien and more…"I have a boyfriend," I managed to say, my tone laced with uncer
Damien's POV"Where the heck are you coming from?" Emilia yelled, furrowing her brows at me as I entered the room the next morning."Oh my god! Not today, Emilia," I say, unbuttoning my shirt. Emilia drives me crazy sometimes.Emilia doesn't back down. "You went to see her, right? You fucked her?" She pressed further.I closed my eyes and take a few deep breaths, turning my attention to her. "And what if I did?" I let out, my attempt to stay calm is betrayed by a slight tremble in my voice. I was pissed.Emilia's eyes flickers with hurt, her expression falters. Quickly, she recovers as her voice perks up. "You fucking bastard!"Frustrated I moved closer to her. "Watch your tone, Emilia. Watch it!"Emilia snorted. "You're still a dickhead, Damien. You'd never change, why the heck would you fuck that bitch?" she says, "I see you're still into her, just like every other men out there lusting over her, what do you all even see in her?" She asked, her tone laced with anger.My face contort
Ava's POV I prepared and left my apartment in a flash, boarding the next available taxi to club forte.Adrenaline rushed through my veins as excitement crept in, the thought of seeing Mr. Anonymous makes my heart race faster. It's been torture not getting to see him.As I walk through the hallway, my heart sinks deeper with each passing second. I swing by Victoria's office for a quick chatter."Hey, Ava." Victoria retorted sharply as soon as she sighted me. "That was so fast!" She mouthed, giving me a side smirk.I cut her off sharply, clearing the air. "You know how much I need this money. So?" I retorted."Right. Well, he's in the VIP room,". Victoria retorted, giving me a reassuring smile.As I walked into the changing room, I could hear murmurs from the other strippers. They didn't fail to show the fact that they don't like me, maybe because I was close to Victoria or something, it's not like she gives me any preferential treatment or something. Maybe they were just being bitchy