*Victoria POV*"VICTORIA, COME TO THE HOUSE RIGHT NOW! The text message gave out an urgent order.I slide out of the cab with the gift box in my hands. I was so excited; I would get to see my husband again after being away for over a month due to a contract deal.I believe he too, couldn't wait to see me as well that's why he sent that message."Bradley, "I called out with much enthusiasm, dancing on my toes as I walked past the foyer of our small bungalow house."Welcome honey!" I rushed to give him a hug, kissing him all over his face. I pulled away with a creased eyebrow when he didn't reciprocate. His behavior was strange; the Bradley I know would have been all over me; he would even try to make out with me immediately, so what's wrong?"Honey, what's the matter?" I inquired, keeping the gift box aside before turning to face him. He stepped away from me and dropped the glass of red wine that was in his hand; his expression was stoic and unreadable.It was when he stepped away furt
*VICTORIA POV*YEARS LATER___The cheers from the crowd of sex-hungry men made me bounce my buttocks against the pole more vigorously, sliding my long nails into my curly neck-length brunette hair. "Go, Vikky! The cheers pour in more. My gaze locked on the crowd of people, the kind of nightlife of the people of Manhattan."Bitch... better have my money, I sing the lyrics of the famous Rihanna song, grinding my waist against the pole while I blow my gum at the crowd."Shit, put yourself together," I scolded myself due to the way a particular grey-eyed man was staring intensely at me. I know that hunger swirling in his eyes; in all my three years as a stripper, I have come across numerous intense glances like this, just that this one looks more terrifying.I continue to do my thing on the pole while still secretly watching out for the guy. I saw him whisper something to his bodyguard with his index finger pointing at me."Like bla...bla...blah," I yelled enthusiastically, banging my fro
*Bradley POV*It still hurts as if it happened yesterday. I know back then I was young and naive; I would have done things much better, but even though I did it all for her—to protect her.I look at the big, several portraits littering the walls of my bedroom, her big, sparkling hazel eyes, her beautiful smile, and those sexy dimples on her face make my heart clench every time I think back to that night. It still hurts, but I did it for her, for her own good.I strode out of my closet, holding the outfit I will be putting on today. I have a few gang meetings to host on behalf of Carlos. I am his consigliere, but he gives me jobs and duties as if I'm the boss.I dressed up, picked up my car keys, tucked them into my pocket as well as my handgun, and strode out of my room."What are you still doing here?" My jaw twitched with rage, blazing my eyes at the whore I picked last night. I am slowly drifting into becoming a sex addict. I normally pick up to three whores in one night to quench
*Victoria POV*Immediately the second man pulled off his own mask; my world stiffened for a moment. No! This can't be true.FEW MOMENTS BACK___I slid out of my old Corolla car and took my toothbrush and paste along with me. I brushed my teeth at a nearby gutter before sliding back into the car. My cellphone was beeping tremendously with text—Judy, my best friend, was killing me with numerous text messages."Bitch, come back and do your laundry!""Hey! When are you coming back home?""Don't you have a break from work?""Maxwell has gone again; you can come!""Please... please, I'm bored being a housewife. Come over." I read the message, laughing my ass off. Judy and I have been the best of friends since our high school days. After my divorce from Bradley, she has been sheltering me. However, I sensed her husband wasn't quite okay with the arrangement, so I have been sharing it; most days I sleep in my car when he is in town and go over when he isn't in town.Another message beeped on
*Bradley POV*When Carlos told me the girl he had in mind was working inside this club, I was disappointed at his choices."With all due respect, my lord, do you think this is the right way to go about it?" I intoned, going inside the suite with him."What are you scared of? Relax, Brad. When you see her for yourself, you will know that she isn't a mistake." He countered."Boss, this person in question is a stripper? How is she a good choice? We need a tamed—" He cut in, "Trust me, this is a perfect lady for this job. She might not be entirely tamed, but she is beyond able for this task." I sighed out of frustration. How could a stripper be a better option? She might end up backing out from the deal or demanding more—they are naturally greedy bitches."So where is she?" I requested."She will soon be here; I send one of the guards to fetch her." I gave a curt nod of understanding, hiding the displeasure from my face. "Please excuse me; I need to use the restroom," I informed him, stru
*VICTORIA POV*A WEEK LATER.....After the signing of the contract some days ago, I have been communicating with Carlos via phone, chatting with him lovingly, and the messages were being linked to the public. Today I will be going to one of his houses to take pictures with him to portray the whole facade to be real."Babe I don't like this; you know those people are dangerous, right?" Judy grunted, helping me pull out my clothes abruptly from the wardrobe."You know I need this." I arranged the clothes into the truck, giving her a puppy look. "Seriously!" She huffed and puffed."So, should I fix you breakfast?" she requested, and I shook my head instantly."You're so evil!" She barked out."Why do I have a feeling that you just want to move out of my house? Are you tired of me?" She gave me a skeptical look and the one that looked like she was hurt."Jeez!" I raised my hands in surrender before I assured her, "C'mon babe, it's not about you at all; it's about my goal, babe!" I cupped
*Bradley POV*When Carlos told me the girl he had in mind was working inside this club, I was disappointed at his choices."With all due respect, my lord, do you think this is the right way to go about it?" I intoned, going inside the suite with him."What are you scared of? Relax, Brad. When you see her for yourself, you will know that she isn't a mistake." He countered."Boss, this person in question is a stripper? How is she a good choice? We need a tamed—" He cut in, "Trust me, this is a perfect lady for this job. She might not be entirely tamed, but she is beyond able for this task." I sighed out of frustration. How could a stripper be a better option? She might end up backing out from the deal or demanding more—they are naturally greedy bitches."So where is she?" I requested."She will soon be here; I send one of the guards to fetch her." I gave a curt nod of understanding, hiding the displeasure from my face. "Please excuse me; I need to use the restroom," I informed him, stru
*Victoria POV*Immediately the second man pulled off his own mask; my world stiffened for a moment. No! This can't be true.FEW MOMENTS BACK___I slid out of my old Corolla car and took my toothbrush and paste along with me. I brushed my teeth at a nearby gutter before sliding back into the car. My cellphone was beeping tremendously with text—Judy, my best friend, was killing me with numerous text messages."Bitch, come back and do your laundry!""Hey! When are you coming back home?""Don't you have a break from work?""Maxwell has gone again; you can come!""Please... please, I'm bored being a housewife. Come over." I read the message, laughing my ass off. Judy and I have been the best of friends since our high school days. After my divorce from Bradley, she has been sheltering me. However, I sensed her husband wasn't quite okay with the arrangement, so I have been sharing it; most days I sleep in my car when he is in town and go over when he isn't in town.Another message beeped on
*Bradley POV*It still hurts as if it happened yesterday. I know back then I was young and naive; I would have done things much better, but even though I did it all for her—to protect her.I look at the big, several portraits littering the walls of my bedroom, her big, sparkling hazel eyes, her beautiful smile, and those sexy dimples on her face make my heart clench every time I think back to that night. It still hurts, but I did it for her, for her own good.I strode out of my closet, holding the outfit I will be putting on today. I have a few gang meetings to host on behalf of Carlos. I am his consigliere, but he gives me jobs and duties as if I'm the boss.I dressed up, picked up my car keys, tucked them into my pocket as well as my handgun, and strode out of my room."What are you still doing here?" My jaw twitched with rage, blazing my eyes at the whore I picked last night. I am slowly drifting into becoming a sex addict. I normally pick up to three whores in one night to quench
*VICTORIA POV*YEARS LATER___The cheers from the crowd of sex-hungry men made me bounce my buttocks against the pole more vigorously, sliding my long nails into my curly neck-length brunette hair. "Go, Vikky! The cheers pour in more. My gaze locked on the crowd of people, the kind of nightlife of the people of Manhattan."Bitch... better have my money, I sing the lyrics of the famous Rihanna song, grinding my waist against the pole while I blow my gum at the crowd."Shit, put yourself together," I scolded myself due to the way a particular grey-eyed man was staring intensely at me. I know that hunger swirling in his eyes; in all my three years as a stripper, I have come across numerous intense glances like this, just that this one looks more terrifying.I continue to do my thing on the pole while still secretly watching out for the guy. I saw him whisper something to his bodyguard with his index finger pointing at me."Like bla...bla...blah," I yelled enthusiastically, banging my fro
*Victoria POV*"VICTORIA, COME TO THE HOUSE RIGHT NOW! The text message gave out an urgent order.I slide out of the cab with the gift box in my hands. I was so excited; I would get to see my husband again after being away for over a month due to a contract deal.I believe he too, couldn't wait to see me as well that's why he sent that message."Bradley, "I called out with much enthusiasm, dancing on my toes as I walked past the foyer of our small bungalow house."Welcome honey!" I rushed to give him a hug, kissing him all over his face. I pulled away with a creased eyebrow when he didn't reciprocate. His behavior was strange; the Bradley I know would have been all over me; he would even try to make out with me immediately, so what's wrong?"Honey, what's the matter?" I inquired, keeping the gift box aside before turning to face him. He stepped away from me and dropped the glass of red wine that was in his hand; his expression was stoic and unreadable.It was when he stepped away furt