Semua Bab The CEO's Thief: Bab 1 - Bab 10

”Rose, get down here, breakfast is ready!”  ”Coming, mom!”    A pair of skin-tight ripped jeans and a cropped t-shirt. Perfect. I giddily slipped on my outfit of the day and put my hair in a high ponytail. The jeans hugging my broad hips nicely as the t-shirt hugged my waist, showing off my hourglass figure.  Some lip gloss, blush, and mascara too tie everything together, and then,  ”Perfect,” I gushed as I stared into the mirror.    ”Took you long enough,” my mother jokingly scolded as I came into the kitchen.  ”Is that pancakes I smell?” I said, ignoring her statement. ”Only the best for my babies first day,”

I and Elvis were having breakfast. I had made us some eggs and bacon.  Yesterday after dinner we hadn't spoken much. I understood that Elvis was on edge, considering I’d been holding back, but it seemed to more than that. He seemed distant.    Perhaps tonight, we’d have some wine and I would loosen up a bit. Give him the one thing he’d waited for all these years. The one thing he had been so patient with.  To me, losing your virginity - or sex at all for that matter- was something you did with the man you loved. With the man, you couldn't see yourself being apart from. And for me, that was Elvis. he took me in when I had no one. When I had no will to live, he gave me a reason to carry on.  I wanted to be with him, in every way I could.

I was sitting next to Noah in silence, neither of saying anything to the other. Tyler had gone out, doing good on my wanting to talk to the authorities.Something my mother always told me, was that no matter where life took me, I should never owe anyone. Because it always ends up slapping you in the face.  I thought back to before she passed, how easy everything was even though it was difficult. Yes, she was sick. But she never acted like it. Even after her treatments when I would take care of her, she would tell me to stop fussing over her.  I missed her greatly, I missed her words of comfort and wise words. She always knew exactly what to say. Whenever I felt sad because I did bad on a test or when I would fight with a friend, she would always make me feel better. She was my whole wo

Two weeks had gone by and I hadn't been doing much. Two weeks gone, meant two weeks left but I didn't want to think about that. It would mean I had to get undressed and dance in a room full of men. Flirting with them and being close to them.  The furthest I had ever gone with Elvis, was kissing him. I hadn’t ever done anything else with him or any other man for that matter. When I was in school, my mind was on my mother and getting good grades, not fooling around with guys and hooking up with some random person. I never went to parties because I didn't want to leave my mother alone. I wanted to spend every waking moment I had with her.  And now, all that was about to hit me in the face. I was stepping out of my comfort zone, big time. 

Tomorrow was the event. I had placed everything up neatly so that it was ready. I couldn't wait to wear it and I had never had that feeling before. It was new and exciting. I had showered and done a face mask, now I was sitting and continuing to watch the tutorials on how to give lap dances. It didn't look pleasant at all.  They were sitting on the men's laps, swinging their hips hypnotically and with such fines.How in the world does one learn that?I got up from the couch and started swinging my hips back and forth, doing as they showed. It felt wrong for some reason. They looked to feel so comfortable with it, it looked natural. So why do I feel like a hippo dancing around?I felt clumsy and not at all erotic. I sat back down and rewatched it. I h