I had been lost in thought for hours, my mind consumed by the impending meeting with Jackson. A thousand words couldn't capture the storms of emotions swirling within me. I pondered how to face him, rehearsing countless scenarios in my mind.This is just too much for me, more like I am yet to meet the United States president to make an open meeting with him.Just as I was deep in contemplation, my phone rudely interrupted my thoughts with Jackson's name boldly written on the screen. My heart raced, and I hesitated to pick up, unsure if I was ready to talk to him. Abby, with a 'go ahead' look, insisted that I answer the call.With trembling hands, I finally swiped to answer the call and slowly placed the phone to my right ear. "Hello?" I uttered, my voice quivering with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation."Hey, sweetheart. How are you doing?" His voice sounded lively over the phone. "I'm good. Let me guess, you've arrived home, haven't you?" I said, trying to play lively even thoug
****"Do you work here?" He asked."Nah, not really. I only come when hired." I replied, my voice seems like it's fading. I placed my glass of wine in my mouth, sipping on it.This isn't my proudest moment, but I had no option.Mrs Mills looks at me over her shoulder, giving me a ‘what the fu*k are you doing’ look to which I mouth back a frantic ‘I don't know.’"Which days do you work?" He asked again, I was beginning to feel like the conversation should come to an end already."Weekends."But then, he's still standing right in front of me. I flick my eyes to his, heat spreading over my cheeks and I am so god damn relieved the lightning is red, otherwise I'd look like an idiot.Or… more like an idiot.I stared down at the counter, just play dead. He won't notice and he'll leave. Or he'll probably think you're insane and give up anyway.All my ideas are shattered when the same face leans down to my view, an amused smirk played on his dangerous lips."Hiding from something, love?"~~~~
Delilah rushed out of the classroom as soon as the dismissal bell was rung. Unlike other days, she'd sit and wait for Priscilla to round up with her lectures and together, they'd drive home.She couldn't wait because she was running out of time. She had to go to the mall to purchase some things which involved buying new stripper panties for tonight's club show.Angela noticed how hurriedly she had left the class, she's never been this hurried before, not even for other days she goes to her restaurant job. Today seems a bit different and odd."Delilah?" She called.Delilah stopped on her track, turning to look at her. "Yes?""Aren't you going to wait a little? We'll be having a girls' meeting against the girls' party tomorrow night." She reminded.Delilah seems to have forgotten about the girl's night, likewise the meeting. "I'm sorry, but I won't be able to stay today. I have a lot to do, and I need to be at the restaurant before it turns three. I'll try my best to show up at the par
DELILAH ✓*The way he was staring at me made me feel like I was being monitored, like he knows me from some where. I maintained a straight face, acting like I didn't see him. I am putting on a mask, he definitely won't know I was staring at him.I stepped out of the stage, giving space for the next stripper to dance. I walked to the counter, and I ordered a non-alcoholic wine. I didn't want any thing that'd make me go insane in one sip, or expose my true whereabouts.I sighted Mrs Mills, from the way she was glaring around, I guess she was looking for me."Mrs Mills!" I called in a loud voice, waving my hand at her.She smiled, walking to my direction. "You're taking the next show." She informed me."Again?" I asked. "I thought Tony had taken it.""Oh."She totally forgot her numbering, didn't she?"Okay, so that means you'll be taking after him."That's cool with me. "No probs.""Well," she sighed, leaning against the bar counter. "I can't believe we've got much for tonight. That's
His face is close to mine that I can hear how rich and rough his voice is, only adding to how absolutely frantic I am.I strengthened up immediately, his eyes followed my actions, looking down at me as he stood tall from shadows over me. He covks his brow at me, encouraging me to answer his question.Hiding some thing? Why would I be hiding some thing? Or is this his normal style of starting a conversation?He nodded his head, looking entertained by my reply. I watch him eye me with that same amusement on his face, dragging his gaze down my body and back to my face.I know what he's thinking, I look hilarious in this outfit. If he's expecting some thing impressive like a fantastic figure eight then I'm sorry, I don't have those sexy killing curves.I looked towards Mrs Mills' direction but she was gone. She's supposed to be here. I returned my gaze to my unfinished wine, trying to avoid his eyes. "You can look at me, you know, I don't bite." His voice rolls out of his mouth like butt
****Honestly, I didn't mean all I said last night, but it turns out that it was really helpful to me. Mom has decided we'd be spending the weekend at the shopping mall, having a few hangouts together and sight-see to make it up to me.I can't remember the last time I had such a moment with her, it's almost like years if I may say.I rushed to the bathroom for a quick shower, quickly dressing on my blue jean rugged trouser with a white half cut shirt which hung above my abdomen.I rushed out of my room, heading back to the sitting room. Mom moved her gaze at me from head to toe with a smile on my face. "You look great." She complimented.I blushed. "Thank you."We headed to where her car parked. I open the door to enter when mom's phone rang. I paused, trying to know who it was that called.She picked the call, "Hello, Mr Kimber?" She called."Hello, Mrs Guzman." I heard him say."Good morning, sir.""Good morning. I hope I ain't disturbing you?""No, not at all.""Are you busy?"She
****Weekend's over. Today is Monday.It's me, and I'm back to school to continue the whole stressful and boring school routine. Since I came to school, I've been recalling every incident that happened back in the City Clubhouse, and it feels more like it is happening right now.The only reason I am still thinking about this is because of Mr Kimber, he's been the reason I ain't concentrating on what Mr Mayor was talking about. Worst still, Mr Mayor's class has never since grade two been my favorite.It's either I spend the entire period sleeping or doing one thing or the other. Or I might end up counting the second hand until his period is over.But that's by the way, it's Mr Kimber again in my head. Remembering the way he smiled at me made my heart flutter, I was acting differently unlike me. I was hoping he'd find me irritating and leave for good but no, he came back. But hold on, he didn't come back for me, did he?Now here comes the part where my heart hasn't stop beating so fast,
****Mrs Mill phoned me later in the night asking if it were possible to come the following night being Tuesday. I was surprised she was calling me at such an hour of the night, and hey, I don't work during work days."Mrs Mill I thought we talked about this, I don't work during work days." I reminded her."I know. I know, that's why I called you."I sighed. "Fine. What do you want me to do?" I asked."Groups of famous billionaires will be arriving in the state tomorrow and they'll love to lodge in my clubhouse. I need you to do some little entertainment for them.""What time?" I asked."Same time.""What's my pay for tonight?" I asked again."We'll talk about the price when you come.""Okay. See you tomorrow then." She hung the call.Damn! I forgot to ask her if Mr Kimber was showing up. Oh, she did say groups of wealthy men will be showing up, right? That means Mr Kimber is definitely on the show.****I woke up the next day, feeling tired and weak all over. I was beginning to conte
I had been lost in thought for hours, my mind consumed by the impending meeting with Jackson. A thousand words couldn't capture the storms of emotions swirling within me. I pondered how to face him, rehearsing countless scenarios in my mind.This is just too much for me, more like I am yet to meet the United States president to make an open meeting with him.Just as I was deep in contemplation, my phone rudely interrupted my thoughts with Jackson's name boldly written on the screen. My heart raced, and I hesitated to pick up, unsure if I was ready to talk to him. Abby, with a 'go ahead' look, insisted that I answer the call.With trembling hands, I finally swiped to answer the call and slowly placed the phone to my right ear. "Hello?" I uttered, my voice quivering with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation."Hey, sweetheart. How are you doing?" His voice sounded lively over the phone. "I'm good. Let me guess, you've arrived home, haven't you?" I said, trying to play lively even thoug
"I have a plan, Lilah." Abby said to my amazement. "A dirty but good one.""Mind sharing with me?" I asked, knowing she would."Sure. So, this dirty plan is... Five steps to get Mr Kimber in bed." My eyes bulged open as I glared at her, shocked. "Should I still continue?"I swallowed hard, my eyes not leaving hers. "You're kidding, aren't you?""At first, I thought I was. But after I scanned the idea, I saw it was good to go, so I figured out I should share it with you. Like I asked, should I continue?"I swallowed again. "No, thanks. I'll pass.""Come on, Lilah, this is the best idea ever. Trust me, you'll love it.""Abby, that title is really terrifying. The last time I tried getting drunk for him to use me, it didn't work out.""Because you didn't plan it well. You were supposed to get him drunk and not you getting drunk. Now you see you really need some one like me around, I am the best for you.""I didn't make a mistake making you my cover-up sidekick, huh?" I smirked."Definitel
Delilah's Pov"How is Camila?" Abby asked to my surprise. Wait, did I just hear her right? Or is this my imagination? "Hey, Lilah, are you dumb already?"No. This is definitely not my imagination. She just fucking asked about Camila!"Sorry, what?""Jeez. I said, how is Camila doing?" She repeated."Well, Camila is doing great." I replied."So, any thing for tonight? Like, the usual job thing?""Not really. She's actually on duty only on weekends." I replied. Raising an eyebrow, I glared questionably at her. "You're beginning to find Camila interesting, aren't you?""Well," She shrugged her shoulders. "What can I say? Of course, I do.""It's just a night you got to find out about her, trust me, she isn't as easy going as you think." I tried to convince her but it seems her likeness for Camila is just there."Those are the kind of people I love to mingle with. The crazy badass bitches. Trust me.""So, what about me?" I asked, wanting to know what she thinks about me since her likeness
Abigail's PovI was busy in the kitchen when I suddenly heard a knock on the door. I didn't imagine it to be Delilah as she never shows up without giving me a call, especially whenever she hangs out with her new boyfriend.Whoever it was outside pressed on the doorbell so I had to leave what I was doing to check who it was at the door."Who is that?" I asked."My name is Jayden, I am Camila's friend." Said the unfamiliar voice."Camila?" I asked, surprised. I've never heard the name Camila and I definitely have no idea who the fuck that is, but then I had to open despite the risk. As soon as I saw Delilah's helpless body in his arms, I couldn't help but scream mentally.How the fuck did she get that name?!Did she just tell him her name is Camila? I can't even recall Delilah ever telling me for once that she has a second name, Camila. But then, there's got to be a reason why she had to lie about her name. The surprised look on my face brightened up upon seeing her. "What happened to
He chuckled, his Adam's apple moved up and down. "Why would you say that?" He asked."Why would you say that?" I asked back."Nothing.""Nothing?" I chuckled. "Well, mine is nothing too.""Do you have to say every thing I say?"I shrugged my shoulders. "Do you want me to give you an answer when it's already obviously clear why I had said that?""Maybe I just need you to elaborate a little bit. I'm stressed out, I don't have the brain to think about it right now."I smirked. "Then tell me, why did you say that? Is it because of Micheal? The guy I danced with on the stage?" I elaborated, more like a question.First, he smiled. Then he answered, "No."I smirked again. "You aren't just good at being jealous, Mr Kimber, you're a pretty good liar too."He was quiet, staring at me thoughtfully. "You know, we can just have a seat and discuss like any one else would rather than staring at each other in this position." I said, interrupting his thoughts."Yeah, sure. Let's have a seat then." We
I was just stepping out of the kitchen when I heard a message beep from my phone which was laying on the couch."Mind if I come over to pick you up?" The message was displayed on the lock screen of my phone and I don't need any one to tell me who it's from.Upon seeing it, I rushed to reply to the message. "I thought we were meeting in the clubhouse." I texted back."Do you want us to?" He replied almost immediately and I wondered if he had been staring at our DM just to get a reply back."Am I supposed to say yes after our conversation last night?" I typed with a thinking emoji after."Was wondering if there was a change of mind. Just curious." He texted back."Well, I'll be participating tonight, don't you wanna watch me dance?" I asked, smirking as I bit on my lower lips. "I'll be waiting for you. Some one's gotta make my night tonight." I cuddled my legs to my chest as I did nothing but smile. I'm so flattered, all thanks he ain't looking at how stained my cheeks had already bec
Camila's Pov"Can we just stop... please." I said as Mr Ramirez tried to take off my panties."What's wrong, princess, why the change of mind?" He asked, concerned. "I thought you were enjoying this as much as I am.""Yes, I was, but not any more." I bluntly said. Thankfully, my phone began to ring. I checked the caller, it was Mr Kimber calling. "I have to answer this." I said, walking into the bathroom and shutting the door closed."Hey," I said, trying to make my voice sound good. "Good evening." I greeted."Evening." I replied. "I came to the clubhouse, but Mrs Mills said you weren't feeling better so I thought I should just check on you.""Thanks.""How do you feel now? Have you taken drugs?" I was holding myself from crying. "Yes, I just did that a few minutes ago. I'm getting a little better now. Thanks for your concern.""Why is your voice cracking? Are you crying?""No. No, I'm not. It's just... I never expected you'd call." He was calm. "I never thought you'd check up on me.
The evening surfaced, I walked to the bus stop where I boarded a taxi which drove me to the clubhouse and made sure I was there on time before Mr Ramirez would show up. Mr Ramirez was a man of time, or would I say it's because it's me.I went to meet Mrs Mills to ask her if Mr Ramirez had shown up and she said yes. Even when I was thinking I was so early, little did I know I was just so late. I stood before the door of the room where he was staying, I had to take in a thousand breaths before grabbing the knob of the door.I pushed the door open, making my way into the blue lit room. Mr Ramirez sat with shirt halfway opened, he wasn't looking at me at the moment. He was focused on his phone, his fingers busily running on the screen of his phone.I gently shut the door, cat-walking towards his direction. I noticed his eyes on me, so I tried my best to be seductive. He smirked evilly, so I took the phone from his hand, dropping it on the bed. I crossed my leg over his, sitting on his th
Kimber's PovI laid on my bed, I'll admit I can't stop thinking about my conversation with Delilah. She might look young but she's smart at what she does, not to talk of the fact that she reminds me of some one I know. Some one I have met, most especially, she is some one so dear to me.I still couldn't shake off the thoughts from my mind as it kept coming in a thousand fold. Her words about expressing my feelings and giving it a chance had struck a chord within me, leaving me contemplating whether or not I should go ahead with admitting my feelings. Or, is it too early to do so?What would be her reaction when I tell her? Will she hate me for it? Will she think I'm only trying to play her and then leave like any other man would do? Could it be that she is into another guy already?Damn! Why do I feel hot because of this?I went into the bathroom to take a shower, to get my body warmed up, to understand my feelings and know what exactly it is I want. I let the cold water fall freely