5. Mr. Dreamboat

Stephano’s POV-

I needed to leave immediately, I got an impromptu call from my company, saying that I would have to give an opening speech for the Art Exhibition.

That was not the plan initially but as they said they had a meeting and they needed someone famous from a popular company to give the opening speech, so I was the best candidate for that.

I was glad that the next day was Sunday and I would make judicious use of it to put my speech, together an idea struck my mind when I remembered the events that occurred last night at the club.

Pedro was not happy with the way I left the club, I had persuaded him to stay back but he refused and insisted on coming with me.

The way she held the pole confidently and swayed her body around it, the way she smiled at me and obediently followed my commands. Her body shape was perfect, she was indeed very beautiful. She was just my kind of woman, I reached out for my pockets where I kept her manager’s card that her colleague had given me. I was pleased that I had requested it.

Back to the idea that struck my head earlier, I decided to do a painted drawing of “Miss Steamy”. I had a painting already to auction at the Art Exhibition, which I brought from Italy. Having two paintings was not a bad idea, so I went along with it.

A knock on the door.

It was Pedro, I had told him to come over so we could have a drink together.

“Why do you have all these scattered all over the place? Working on something?” Pedro asked as he treaded carefully while avoiding stepping on my working tools.

“Yes, I have an idea and I will be needing it for tomorrow”, I replied as I was set to work.

“But didn't you say you had a piece for auction?” This time Pedro was confused as I expected him to be.

“Well yes, but you know after yesterday, I can't get her out of my head”

“By her, who do mean?”

“Come on man, the stripper girl of course”

“Oh, man that girl has always been fire, I think this last performance of hers was the best so far I've seen”. Pedro complimented.

I got down to work, and with the help of Pedro, I was able to create magic. We chatted for a while, had drinks, and he left.

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The next day came and as usual, I delivered my speech with ease.

My art from Italy sold well but not as well and fast as that of “Miss Steamy”, I was jealous of her but proud of myself, I did the magic in a couple of hours. I was given the awards that I rightfully deserved.

There was an after-party but I was not interested in staying back for it, so I went back to my hotel and ran a quick cold shower.

While I smoked my cigarette, I remembered the card of “Miss Steamy” manager, I picked it up from the table where I had kept it, grabbed my phone, and dialed the number written on it.

I talked with Lucas and requested to have Mbali over the next day, and he agreed.

Mbali’s POV-

I still had the thoughts of Mr. Dreamboat in my head, even Isabella noticed and told me to forget about him and that I would never get to meet him again.

I was home alone on a Monday evening and I decided to stay indoors to watch a horror movie, watching a romantic movie might trigger my thoughts about him again.

Was with my popcorn in the living room when my phone beeped. It was an alert of a thousand dollars, I screamed as I jumped making my popcorn spill everywhere. As I was about to confirm who had sent the money, my phone rang and it was Luca.

“I know you must have seen the money”, Luca said confidently.

“Yes, was it from you?”, I asked curiously trying to know what the money was meant for.

“It's from a client and now you need to pay attention, this was based on a VIP request, you are to spend the night with him, have sex, and have fun”, Luca sounded stern which got me scared.

I was about to ask if he had taken his own percentage, but I know Luca to joke about anything but not with money. Just then a message entered my phone and it was the address of my tonight client.

I dressed seductively as usual in an alluring form-fitting low-cut dress, in a rich red color designed to accentuate my curves. I paired it with high heels and subtle yet captivating jewelry.

My makeup was perfectly done but I concentrated more on my eyes, giving them a smoky touch, and my lips were bathed in red lipstick as usual. My hair was combed out nicely and I picked up my handbag and left the house.

The hotel was not difficult to locate, I got to the reception and met a lady there who welcomed me with a weird smile.

“Welcome to Majestic Manor Hotel ma’am, how may I help you?”, she greeted with a smile still on her face.

“I’m here to see someone”, I said as I placed my handbag on her table.

“Name please”, She requested as she typed in something on her computer.

“I’m sorry I don't know his name, but his room number is 306”, I replied as I tapped my feet to no rhythm as I was ashamed of myself.

“A minute please”, the receptionist said as she looked at me suspiciously as she picked up the phone to call the room.

“Okay ma’am, he's expecting you, room

306 is on the second floor”, she confirmed still looking at me suspiciously.

I thanked her and went up the stairs, without stress I was able to locate the room. I stood there for a minute as I adjusted my dress and felt my breath. I was all set and I let out a light knock hoping it was heard.

The door opened gently and what I saw paralyzed me for some moments, I couldn’t move a muscle and everything around me seemed to be on a stand still.

I had to pinch myself to make sure it was not a dream, and yes I felt the pain so it wasn’t.