Meeting Caden Woodman

I was finally here, five years after what had been done to my family, ready to take revenge.

I couldn't be living in despair while he was parading the town as the damn billionaire playboy he was.

Growing up, I had dreams of becoming a fashion designer and to be one of the best in the country. That didn't happen because a certain Caden Woodman ruined that big dream for me.

I stood in the elevator going to his hotel room as a stripper.

Once the elevator stopped at his floor, I stepped out and checked his room number among the doors that lined either side of the hallway.

Just then, my phone beeped in my hand indicating a text message.

I swiped it open and checked the incoming messages.

Luna: How is it going?

Luna: Are you sure it's going to work?

Luna: What if you get caught?

Three text messages from Luna; my supposed sister, made me almost pull on my hair.

I was already nervous, I didn't want her adding to it.

So, I did the only thing I could. I switched off my phone.

I put the phone in my bag and looked down the hallway. My pulse raced, and the thumping sound of my heartbeat thrashed in my ears when room 405 came into view.

My stilettos heels wobbled on the floor as I matched towards the door.

I couldn't be scared at this moment. I had taken a lot of risks to be here. Meeting Caden Woodman would be a piece of cake.

With that, I braced myself and opened the door.

The white lights from the room almost blinded me. The cold air which was definitely from an air conditioner hit my body, and goosebumps immediately rose on my exposed hands. The room was serene like the forest during the early hours of the morning.

Hmmm, a presidential suite.

There was a walk-in closet and a toilet to the left. At the center of the room, was a king-size bed decorated in black and gray linens. A tall floor-to-ceiling window behind the bed gave a clear view of the night sky, with stars twinkling in it.

My gaze traveled down the two doors to the left when I heard the sound of running water. He was probably in there and taking a shower.

The hairs at the back of my neck stood erect at that realization.

I was about to meet the man in my nightmares after five years of watching him on TV and my phone screen.

Those light green eyes always stared back at me through the screen as though they knew I was watching their owner. The jet black hair he always pushed behind his ears while he made speeches at his campaign gatherings, promising to be the best president if the citizens voted for him.

Not only was he known to come from a famous political dynasty family, but he was also known to be the owner of one of the biggest oil and gas companies across the globe.

Aside from that, I heard he had a reputation for changing women like the expensive suits and shoes he wore to his campaigns.

He never slept with one woman twice.

I made my way to the small glass table next to the bed. It had two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine standing on it.

I picked up the wine bottle and wrapped my hand around the smooth skin.

“Before anything, we need to sign a Nondisclosure agreement.”

A deep baritone voice echoed behind me. I jerked my head in that direction.

My eyes met the man I had been stalking for years. The same man I never knew I would one day meet because we were worlds apart.

I stared dreamily at the tall muscled figure man in front of me, not able to believe my eyes.

He paused from drying his hair with a white hand towel. His light green eyes found my face. When they did, he tilted his head to the side like he was trying to figure me out.

“Did you hear what I said?” He demanded with a stern voice as he continued to dry his hair.

“Uhmm, yeah...yes.” I quickly nodded.

“You low-life strippers have a habit of reaping where you did not sow. I don't want you using whatever shall happen here to your advantage.” His tone was condescending and demeaning.

My teeth scraped against each other in agitation as I listened to him spur that nonsense from his mouth. I ended up like this because of him.

"I understand you.” I feigned a smile. I gently placed the bottle back on the table and stepped to the side.

“Do you know what you're supposed to do?” He whirled away from entering the closet, his eyes on my face.

“How long have you been working at Vortex?” He added.

My eyes widened at the last question.

He couldn't be suspecting me right? I couldn't fuck this up.

“Ahem...” I cleared my throat with uneasiness and faced him.

“I know what I'm supposed to do. And I have been working at Vortex for over a year and a half.” The lies rolled off my tongue smoothly.

I didn't know shit because I didn't ask the manager at Vortex what I was supposed to do.

Yesterday was my first day at Vortex. I learned two years ago that Caden frequented Vortex. I knew it would be my only chance to meet him, but I had no idea how. Not until I started digging up some information about Vortex using my technology skills. The club was into some dirty shit which the manager was involved in.

I conered the manager yesterday night and presented him with my options; to let me meet Caden or ruin his reputation. Since most wealthy people care about their reputation just like Caden here, he had to let me meet him.

His next words surprised me. "Great. Fill in the glasses then." He moved to the closet and closed it behind me.

‘Woof’ I breathed in relief. That was kind of close.

I walked to the table and filled in the glasses, hoping that he would have his drink first before anything could happen.

“After this night, I don't know you and you don’t know me. Do not come up with any stupid excuses to try to lure me into something.” He declared picking the glass from the table. He walked and sat on the bed.

He gulped it down and a smile almost formed on my face, but I quickly wiped it off.

“Of course, I wouldn't.” I took a seat across from him. He was campaigning to become the next president.

I understood his fears.

"So, tell me more about you." He slurred, his eyes becoming blurring which was tiring to sit here and watch.

I was told the drug had an immediate effect, but I had been watching him struggle for more than five minutes.

"Have your wine and we will talk about me later...."

I jumped off my seat when his body finally landed on the bed and the glass in his hand fell to the floor and shattered. Red wine decorated the cream-white carpet underneath his feet.

I took in a deep breath and moved towards him. A smirk on my face. The wait was quite frustrating but worth it.

I arranged his body on the bed. I pulled his pants down and climbed over him.

***

A week later, I dialed the number I took from the hotel room.

It rang but no one picked up.

I dialed it again, anger and frustration already blaring up.

I dialed it again the third time ready to punched the wall if no one picked up.

My eyes lit up he finally answered the phone.

“Don't you understand when someone doesn't want to answer the phone?” that deep baritone voice reverberated through the phone, the anger in his voice quit evident.

“And you the hell are you?” He demanded. I heard some rustling noise in the background. Probably in his playboy mood.

“I'm called Bruna, the lowlife stripper you ordered from Vortex last Friday night.”

It became quiet on the other side for a few seconds before he spoke.

“Didn't I ask you not to contact me? How did you get my number?”

“Shouldn't you be asking why I'm calling?” I smirked at the heavy breathing coming from his end.

It looked like he was too proud to ask. So, I took the initiative to do so.

“I just discovered I'm a week pregnant and it's yours.” I placed my hand on my stomach and gently rubbed it.

“Whatever this is, you better stop it right now. Or else, I will find you and lock you up.”

If voices could kill, I would be dead by now.

“Oh wait! Before you do that, remember I have nothing to lose. I have pictures of us at the hotel. So, we should talk this out amicably.”

I ignored the silence on the other side and continued.

“And remember. I am the last daughter of late Assemblyman Austin King. And Luna and Lucas King are my siblings.”

Fuck. I hear him cussed.

“Let’s meet. I will text you where.” He declared.

A victorious smile danced on my lips.

The game just began.