In a blink of an eye, just as if the news was prepared, there was already a newscaster on the television narrating a false event about Micheal S. Draper as the heir of Walt Draper’s group.
Her narration was about how the heir of Walt Draper's group patronised the strip club and was hitting the strip club owner because of a stripper. And at this moment, the face of a dancing stripper at the pole laughing like a silly cat was displayed on the television.
Alda was quick to hide her face in order not to be filmed by the drunken men as she was not ready to be the talk of the city in any positive or negative manner. Micheal was still pinned on the floor being punched in the eye continuously. Also that he was not aware of anything happening on the news.
“I said stop the motherf**king music.” The strip club owner shouted with spit flying out of his mouth. And though the music was stopped all in his name, it did not mean the bouncer stopped hitting Micheal.
Even at this, Micheal rendered himself into a wide and high-pitched cackling which revealed his teeth from his opened bloody lips and peeled face. It did not matter if his entire face had been bruised, Micheal felt no endurance for his pain whatsoever. The only thing that mattered at this point was his laughter.
Suddenly, the strip club owner picked up a bat from the corner where it was kept. He then walked down the stage and verily to the front of the bouncer who sat on Micheal and punched Micheal relentlessly.
“You motherf**ker,” he called as he immediately wiped his face with the bat.
The bouncer fell to the floor and Micheal only continued to laugh hysterically. The drunken men were no different as well. And at this point, their laughter grew louder than before because the bouncer at the wipe of the bat fell to the floor and became unconscious.
Though Micheal was held to his feet by the strip club owner, he did not stop his silly grin. And to which this was filmed as well and was televised. “The party is over. Go home y’all” The strip club owner yelled.
His words prompted all the bouncers in the strip club into instant action as they chased all the men in the strip club away. And at this moment, the dancing stripper only went backstage and all waitstaff including the bartender went into the inner office.
In less than five minutes, the whole of the strip club was already empty of drunken men and the only ones left was Micheal yet looking tattered in the glass office upstairs and Alda who was forced onto her knees and the strip club owner and two bouncers just in case of a confrontation.
The strip club owner puffed out his tobacco which he barely held tight with his lips. Before he said anything, he showed Micheal what the news said about him from his phone as he had already hit the play button before handing the phone to Micheal.
However, Micheal did not seem to care about what the news said. He flung the phone back to the strip club owner and demanded a cigar.
He was given the cigar and he puffed it almost immediately. The strip club owner smiled gently at Micheal, it did not mean he did not play the record of the private room for Micheal as this appeared on the big screen in the glass office.
As much as Alda was forced to remain on her knees, it did not mean she could not see and verily, with her own eyes and her ears, she watched and heard everything that happened in the private room with Micheal. Thus, she burst into rivers of tears because she knew her secret had been revealed.
“So, this worthless stripper is a virgin huh?" The strip club owner walked gently at Alda and lifted her teary face with a finger. "How about you make my night tonight?” the strip club owner asked with a wink and a mocking smirk.
He puffed out another smoke as he paced slowly around the glass office. At this moment, Micheal's reddish eyes already shun danger just as if he was a daring monster.
Micheal roared suddenly as Alda became terrified because of Micheal's screams. But if this affected the strip club owner or the two bouncers in the glass office, it was a blatant lie.
“How dare you?” Micheal yelled as he hit his hands on the glass table causing it to break and his hand to become bloody.
“You forgot something man, this is America and your rich family is not the royal family of the UK. If you want my mouth shut about your big position and your contract marriage, you know what to do. It's all business here man.” said the strip club owner.
“How much?” Asked Micheal with a low tone.
"How much you idiot" Micheal raised his voice again at the silence he was given and his breathing became heavier. Also, he looked at the strip club owner with an insidious stare.
“Pay me 30 grand. And I never heard anything about your contract marriage,” the strip club owner answered.
Micheal did not say anything instantly. He only looked at Alda as Alda stared at the floor in fright of what was going to happen to her according to the terms of her working contract.
“You better make this worth it or else,” Micheal thought as he never said it aloud but only brought out his debit card.
“Cashless economy huh?” laughed the strip club owner. “Bring me the terminal” he ordered and almost immediately, one of the bouncers handed him a card reader.
Gently as Micheal dropped his debit card on the floor just at the feet of the club owner, the strip club owner bent down and picked it up. Also, his face had not been without a mocking smirk and he continued to puff out smoke from his mouth.
“Pin?” the strip club owner asked. But if Micheal would disclose that, it was a lie. Instead, he rose to his feet and took the card reader from him. He entered his secret code and pressed the button 'ok' while he returned the card reader to the strip club owner.
Micheal’s phone sounded, that was an alert of his money being debited. And immediately, the strip club owner signalled to the bouncers that Micheal was free to leave.
And when Micheal decided to leave with Alda, the bouncers confronted him again. "Leave the girl and leave," said one of the bouncers. Micheal laughed.
"Better watch your back," he whispered as he stood head-to-head with the bouncer.
" Let him go with the girl," the strip club owner voiced again.
“He paid for both. But here is your home, baby girl. Come back and I promise to f**k you real good. I always love virgins,” He teased as he puffed out smoke again and his gold teeth revealed.
Alda got into Micheal’s car as Micheal had opened the door for her. Though Alda was a poor girl, it did not mean she knew nothing about cars. She could tell Micheal drives a Bugatti Chiron Super Sport 300+. As on a few times, she researched car brands on her broken blackberry. Also, because of the fact that she and her siblings would sometimes shoot their heads from their home trailer’s window and poke at different cars passing, claiming that it was their own. They could all tell the differences between passing cars and their brands, even when they have their eyes closed. When Alda sat in the Bugatti, and as it was her first time of everything she thought was not possible, she loved how she felt in the car. Quickly, she peered at the high end materials used in the construction of the cabin which include leather and metal accents. She felt the seat as she squeezed the leather with her hand. She could tell it was typically hand stitched and with this, the seat mostly offered her am
Alda opened her eyes to a new morning, not in her usual home trailer and the disturbing honk of the passing cars, but in a beautiful mansion she had never seen before. She blinked a few times to adjust her vision and take in the grandeur of her surroundings. The room she was in was spacious and elegantly furnished, with large windows that let in the warm golden light of the early morning sun. As she sat up in bed, she noticed a tray of freshly brewed coffee and a plate of freshly baked pastries on a nearby table. The aroma of the coffee and the sweet scent of the pastries enticed her, and she could not resist reaching out for a sip and a bite. Just as sipped, and she took a bite, Alda felt a bit of sadness in her. This was because, in all of her twenty-two years of existence, this was the first time she tasted a better-brewed coffee and better pastries. Anything she has eaten in the past which they called coffee and pastries was nothing better but burnt coffee and dry crumbs. As
"This way, ma'am." Marcus walked, leading Alda downstairs as soon as she was dressed. She wore a perfectly fitted floral gown, which looked so beautiful on her as if they indeed made the dress for her. But the house was magnificent, and Alda continued to glance at the wall decor as she walked, following Marcus. Even though she said nothing, even at this moment, it was obvious on her face that she loved what she saw. She wanted a life of such wealth and hoped that someday her wishes would come true. Marcus opened the entrance door, and already several Rolls-Royces were waiting outside. Alda wondered if she was to get in one of those. And she was right—there were about five Rolls-Royce parked in rows. But two of them had a guard standing next to them. They were all dressed the same way. Black suit, waistcoat, inner white shirt, and a tie. Just as exactly as Marcus, and nothing different. And as soon as Marcus got closer to each of them, they bowed to him, which symbolized his posi
11. Deliver the NewsThe door to the room opened, and Marcus entered. At that moment, the doctor was no longer behind the door. "We will head to the master now," Marcus said, standing by the door. This was the message for Alda to come out of the room, which she understood.Before she walked out of the room, she looked at Marcus’ hand, but there was no result. The doctor had told him the result but did not give it to him to pass on to his boss.Many thoughts raced through Alda’s head as she wondered what the doctor had told Marcus. Although she knew she was indeed a virgin, she could not understand why the result scared her. She wondered if it was not about the result but the reward of the contract if she did or did not forego it.As they left the hospital, Marcus opened the car door for Alda again, and she sat in the back seat in comfort as they drove off gently. Alda saw how Marcus immediately retrieved his phone from inside his suit and pummeled the face of the phone with his finger
Marcus entered. Of course, Michael had instructed him to do so, and Alda bore witness to it. Finally, Alda had peace of mind about Michael. "He is not so bad after all," she thought. "I can cope with him for the duration of the contract," she thought again.Just as Michael had instructed, she followed slowly behind Marcus, who was now leading her towards the big dining room. Such a place Alda had never seen before."Why is the table so big?" she asked as her eyes widened at its beauty, and she let her fingers down onto the table, feeling the texture of its worth."These are so expensive! My sisters would be inclined to believe this kind of dining exists at all in the world," she said.But to every one of her questions and statements, Marcus did not answer. As for him, he must keep the instructions from the master, and whatever Alda said, he must not respond to."Hey, wife! I have a gift for you."Alda heard and was shocked. Michael had already started calling her "wife" and talking mo
There was a common expression on the faces of the five ladies who had just entered, and even though Michael had instructed Alda not to stand from her seat, she saw the expression and wondered what it was about."They are scared to serve him food. It must be because the two individuals were beaten to a pulp."Each one of the five ladies laid down the trays in their hands on the table, opened them, and the enticing aroma of the food made Alda begin to salivate even more.It was at this moment she knew she was hungry, and hence, she craved the food in her hands so much. However, at this moment, her thoughts consumed her, and she continued to ask herself what her siblings had eaten.She had left both of them in the home trailer, and she had not been home in two days now, all because they sacked her from her two jobs on the same day, and she got a new job at the Alchemy strip club. Now, she had met someone new, and she was supposed to sign a marriage contract with him."This is all for the
"We have news for you, Mother," Michael said. "Mother?" Alda thought.She could not believe that Michael's mother could look so young, judging by how big and grown Michael was. And at the same time, she could not help but wonder about her age.Although Alda had looked at Mrs Draper with some kind of respect and admiration, it was not the same as how Michael's mother looked at her."Leave us," Mrs Draper ordered, looking at Michael with some judgment, which Alda noticed and understood as something not right. But if Michael was to leave, it was a lie. Marcus had already come to Alda, and the whole place was now filled with silence even when Michael walked to the table to pour himself some wine into a glass.Marcus sent his hand forward and said nothing more.Alda understood this, and to this, she acted promptly and began walking to the exit, with Marcus following behind her.Alda could feel the sense of tension in the room as she was leaving. However, she hoped that whatever happened wo
At ten o’clock in the evening of the day, a faint blue light covered the whole stage, and rhythm and blue music kissed the atmosphere. There were over twenty drunken men grooving to the music with glasses of wine in their hands and only one stripper at the pole who continued to dance naked. Alda peeked at the man seated at the bar. It was Micheal, the only child of the popular Draper family. Even though she had never seen him in person before, his pictures were on every wall on Farland street, and his face showing too much on the news as the only heir of his father’s company would not make him stay or drink overlooked. Everybody knew he was the heir that never took the family business seriously. Or rather to say that it is mostly how he represented himself in each interview he had with different journalists. And that he had been mostly filmed without his consent, being with different girls in private rooms and published on YouTube and Instagram countless times. And now that his fa
"We have news for you, Mother," Michael said. "Mother?" Alda thought.She could not believe that Michael's mother could look so young, judging by how big and grown Michael was. And at the same time, she could not help but wonder about her age.Although Alda had looked at Mrs Draper with some kind of respect and admiration, it was not the same as how Michael's mother looked at her."Leave us," Mrs Draper ordered, looking at Michael with some judgment, which Alda noticed and understood as something not right. But if Michael was to leave, it was a lie. Marcus had already come to Alda, and the whole place was now filled with silence even when Michael walked to the table to pour himself some wine into a glass.Marcus sent his hand forward and said nothing more.Alda understood this, and to this, she acted promptly and began walking to the exit, with Marcus following behind her.Alda could feel the sense of tension in the room as she was leaving. However, she hoped that whatever happened wo
There was a common expression on the faces of the five ladies who had just entered, and even though Michael had instructed Alda not to stand from her seat, she saw the expression and wondered what it was about."They are scared to serve him food. It must be because the two individuals were beaten to a pulp."Each one of the five ladies laid down the trays in their hands on the table, opened them, and the enticing aroma of the food made Alda begin to salivate even more.It was at this moment she knew she was hungry, and hence, she craved the food in her hands so much. However, at this moment, her thoughts consumed her, and she continued to ask herself what her siblings had eaten.She had left both of them in the home trailer, and she had not been home in two days now, all because they sacked her from her two jobs on the same day, and she got a new job at the Alchemy strip club. Now, she had met someone new, and she was supposed to sign a marriage contract with him."This is all for the
Marcus entered. Of course, Michael had instructed him to do so, and Alda bore witness to it. Finally, Alda had peace of mind about Michael. "He is not so bad after all," she thought. "I can cope with him for the duration of the contract," she thought again.Just as Michael had instructed, she followed slowly behind Marcus, who was now leading her towards the big dining room. Such a place Alda had never seen before."Why is the table so big?" she asked as her eyes widened at its beauty, and she let her fingers down onto the table, feeling the texture of its worth."These are so expensive! My sisters would be inclined to believe this kind of dining exists at all in the world," she said.But to every one of her questions and statements, Marcus did not answer. As for him, he must keep the instructions from the master, and whatever Alda said, he must not respond to."Hey, wife! I have a gift for you."Alda heard and was shocked. Michael had already started calling her "wife" and talking mo
11. Deliver the NewsThe door to the room opened, and Marcus entered. At that moment, the doctor was no longer behind the door. "We will head to the master now," Marcus said, standing by the door. This was the message for Alda to come out of the room, which she understood.Before she walked out of the room, she looked at Marcus’ hand, but there was no result. The doctor had told him the result but did not give it to him to pass on to his boss.Many thoughts raced through Alda’s head as she wondered what the doctor had told Marcus. Although she knew she was indeed a virgin, she could not understand why the result scared her. She wondered if it was not about the result but the reward of the contract if she did or did not forego it.As they left the hospital, Marcus opened the car door for Alda again, and she sat in the back seat in comfort as they drove off gently. Alda saw how Marcus immediately retrieved his phone from inside his suit and pummeled the face of the phone with his finger
"This way, ma'am." Marcus walked, leading Alda downstairs as soon as she was dressed. She wore a perfectly fitted floral gown, which looked so beautiful on her as if they indeed made the dress for her. But the house was magnificent, and Alda continued to glance at the wall decor as she walked, following Marcus. Even though she said nothing, even at this moment, it was obvious on her face that she loved what she saw. She wanted a life of such wealth and hoped that someday her wishes would come true. Marcus opened the entrance door, and already several Rolls-Royces were waiting outside. Alda wondered if she was to get in one of those. And she was right—there were about five Rolls-Royce parked in rows. But two of them had a guard standing next to them. They were all dressed the same way. Black suit, waistcoat, inner white shirt, and a tie. Just as exactly as Marcus, and nothing different. And as soon as Marcus got closer to each of them, they bowed to him, which symbolized his posi
Alda opened her eyes to a new morning, not in her usual home trailer and the disturbing honk of the passing cars, but in a beautiful mansion she had never seen before. She blinked a few times to adjust her vision and take in the grandeur of her surroundings. The room she was in was spacious and elegantly furnished, with large windows that let in the warm golden light of the early morning sun. As she sat up in bed, she noticed a tray of freshly brewed coffee and a plate of freshly baked pastries on a nearby table. The aroma of the coffee and the sweet scent of the pastries enticed her, and she could not resist reaching out for a sip and a bite. Just as sipped, and she took a bite, Alda felt a bit of sadness in her. This was because, in all of her twenty-two years of existence, this was the first time she tasted a better-brewed coffee and better pastries. Anything she has eaten in the past which they called coffee and pastries was nothing better but burnt coffee and dry crumbs. As
Alda got into Micheal’s car as Micheal had opened the door for her. Though Alda was a poor girl, it did not mean she knew nothing about cars. She could tell Micheal drives a Bugatti Chiron Super Sport 300+. As on a few times, she researched car brands on her broken blackberry. Also, because of the fact that she and her siblings would sometimes shoot their heads from their home trailer’s window and poke at different cars passing, claiming that it was their own. They could all tell the differences between passing cars and their brands, even when they have their eyes closed. When Alda sat in the Bugatti, and as it was her first time of everything she thought was not possible, she loved how she felt in the car. Quickly, she peered at the high end materials used in the construction of the cabin which include leather and metal accents. She felt the seat as she squeezed the leather with her hand. She could tell it was typically hand stitched and with this, the seat mostly offered her am
In a blink of an eye, just as if the news was prepared, there was already a newscaster on the television narrating a false event about Micheal S. Draper as the heir of Walt Draper’s group. Her narration was about how the heir of Walt Draper's group patronised the strip club and was hitting the strip club owner because of a stripper. And at this moment, the face of a dancing stripper at the pole laughing like a silly cat was displayed on the television. Alda was quick to hide her face in order not to be filmed by the drunken men as she was not ready to be the talk of the city in any positive or negative manner. Micheal was still pinned on the floor being punched in the eye continuously. Also that he was not aware of anything happening on the news. “I said stop the motherf**king music.” The strip club owner shouted with spit flying out of his mouth. And though the music was stopped all in his name, it did not mean the bouncer stopped hitting Micheal. Even at this, Micheal rendered h
When Micheal heard this, the joy written on his face could not be ignored and this verily, Alda saw clearly.“But on a few conditions,” Alda said suddenly, which called Micheal back to listen. Though Micheal did not know what Alda’s condition might be, he knew he was ready to accept everything in that Alda was indeed a virgin. “I will live in your mansion, but we will sleep in different rooms. If only there were visitors, we would be affectionate. Secondly, there will be no sex throughout the lifespan of the marriage and lastly, my two siblings have the right to visit me and most importantly, my siblings must always eat at your mansion.” “Done!” Micheal agreed almost immediately as Alda had spoken. “Now, you will get tested before we both visit the family lawyer.” He furthered. When Micheal said this, he quickly peeked at Alda to check her reaction if there were any written expressions which were against being tested if she was indeed a virgin. But there was none, and he smiled. H