His Exclusive Stripper: You Are Mine, Don

I watched as he ascended the spiral stairs that led to the corridor of rooms above. It was clear from his facial expression that I had spiked a nerve. I didn’t know if I was to feel sorry for spoiling his mood so early in the morning or to be happy that I had guessed correctly what his line of work was. At least I had something to tell Charlie if I was to see him.

I realized I had lost my appetite for the meal, so I stood up, picking my small purse and heading out. Once outside, I drew a large quantity of the sweet morning air through my lungs. I had made it to another day.

Jacob waved at me from the black cruiser jeep where he stood. I looked around observing the faces of the few guards that stood around, paying me no attention. “Are we leaving or not?” Jacob called out. I descended the small flight of staircase, heading for the jeep.

“Hi,” I greeted, not waiting for a response, I pulled the car handle, balancing myself at the passenger seat.

“It nice you not one of those ladies that always expect a guy to hold out the door for them, it makes my job here less stressful.” He climbed into the driver seat.

“If you hate being my personal guard so much, why not talk to your darling, precious boss, I’m sure he could do something about it,” I replied.

“Good suggestion. I should consider it,”

“But you won’t, will you?”

He was quiet.

“I thought as much. I would be stopping at my apartment briefly before heading to school.” I ordered him.

I was beginning to love this. For some reason, it felt better than the little, struggling life I was leading just forty-eight hours ago. I wondered if Charlie would be at the apartment, I hope that he was. I needed to rely to him the few things I had learnt.

I watched the city out of the window, it was calm and bright, yet cold. I would have had to queue up by the bus stop by now, waiting for the school bus, suffering the morning cold, but here I was, driving in an expensive car.

It took approximately thirty minutes to get to my apartment. Jacob stepped out as soon as the car pulled to a stop. He was following behind me towards my door. “You don’t have to guard me to my room, do you?”

“The boss said not to let you out of sight. I’m following orders,”

I wouldn’t have mind that he wanted to follow orders, I was only concerned about the fact that Charlie could be inside, it would be nice if I kept my meeting with him private for now.

“I understand you’re following orders, but what exactly are you thinking? That I would fly out through my windows and disappear out of sight? I’m sure Antonio is well informed, with the eyes he has all over, i wouldn’t last a day out if sight. I trust you and the other guards to find me in no time.” I smiled, eyeing the brown haired guy, that was my personal guard. He didn’t return my smile, his face was set in a tight grim.

“Look… Jacob, we probably started on a wrong foot and I agree that it was my fault. I haven’t been exactly nice, but that’s because you haven’t been either.”

“Why can’t ladies ever be straight forward with apologies, you just accepted it was your fault and then your next sentence came off accusing me for the same thing that you agreed was your fault.” He scoffed at me.

“But it’s the truth, you have not been exactly nice to me. I understand you don’t like the fact that you have to follow me around and I don’t like it either, but can we just pretend to get along for the main time? I promise it won’t be long before I’m out of your lives.” I brushed his stout shoulder, as if wiping off dirt.

“What do you want?” He glared at me.

“To go in alone and meet you back here in fifteen minutes. Can you do that for me?” I offered him my sweetest smile.

“Ten minutes, that’s all you’ve got, if you waste one second longer, I might have to intrude in your privacy,” he warned.

Ten minutes was short, if Charlie was in there, but I could manage that. To think that I had done all of that sweet talking just to get ten minutes. I gave an exasperated sigh, before producing my keys from my purse.

The light in the room was turned off, but i could make out the sturdy figure at the window.

“Charlie,” I called out in a whisper.

“Hey, babe,” he called back.

I walked over to him, allowing myself to be covered in his warm embrace. I realized my body had gone through so much torment from being around Antonio, that right now I longed to be touched, but I had just ten minutes.

“I miss you babe,” he kissed me tenderly. I allowed his lips linger on mine, trying to feel the pleasure that my body longed for.

“I can’t be here for long. I’ve got just ten minute.”

“Why? Is Antonio out there?” He held me with both his hands.

“No, his guard. Look Charlie, we can’t meet frequently and the few times we would have to meet has to be secret. Antonio’s guard is already suspicious of me, I can’t let him figure out that I still see you, it would make things complicated. I hope you can understand?”

“Of course, I do. Now tell me something important,” his eyes flashed with interest.

It was dismaying to notice that he wasn’t in the least worried about the fact that I wouldn’t be able to see him frequently. All he was interested in, was his revenge. I swallowed my displeasure at his tone, determined to finish up what I had started.

“I didn’t get much yet, all I know for now is that he is heavily guarded. They’re armed men at every part of his castle.” I reported.

“Is that all?” The flash of interest in his eyes had dimmed.

“Ermm… No… I mean yes… For now, I’m still…” I stuttered to a stop.

“Eve, you have to be useful here if this plan has to work. You need to go into his room, check his drawers, read all you can, check for cameras, if you have to seduce his fucking guards to get them to talk then fucking do it!” He quarreled.

I was shocked, I stood rooted to the ground watching him pace through and fro, his hand scratching his hair in what seemed to be frustration. He returned to me, leading me to the couch.

“I’m sorry I might have yelled a few minutes ago, you have to understand that I hate knowing that you’re with that monster, and I want us to get this over with. We could go on to live our normal lives when we take him down. Can’t you see?” He was holding my hands.

As a matter of fact, the only thing I could see at the moment was a soul that was deeply eaten by hate and a desire for revenge. And I was been used as an instrument to get this desire fulfilled.

“Or we could just forget about this whole plan, go somewhere else and start afresh, Charlie,” I called softly.

“No! No…, that’s not even an option,” he shook his head. “We’re going on with this, and I want to get something vital the next time we meet,” he sounded, with a note of finality.

“Very well then, I’d see what I can do,” I removed my hands from his grip. “I need to get some of my necessary stuff and be off to school. I would text you when next it is possible to see you.”

I moved straight to my closet, grabbing my tote bag, I threw in my toiletries and the notes I needed. I hurriedly changed into a sweat shirt, joggers pant and a pair of glasses, giving the college Eve a final touch by packing my hair into the typical ponytail I was known for. Now the stripper Eve was gone, I took one final look at Charlie, he had resumed his position at the window.

I was too annoyed to care about what was going on in his mind. I turned the door handle, whisking out of the room. I was one step away from colliding into Jacob. His face was void of any form of friendliness.

“I gave you ten minutes.”

“And?” I questioned, raising my brow.

“You took fifteen,”

“Oh, I wasn’t aware I took so much. Moreover, I had asked for fifteen initially.”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“What were you doing?” He frowned.

“Girls stuff,” I shrugged.

“I heard voices,” he demanded.

“You did? That must be your head playing games. I was alone in there, I guess you saw me unlock the door myself,” I coaxed.

“Get into the car,” he commanded, his eyes not leaving my apartment.

I was scared that if he looked very closely, he might see Charlie at the window. I dragged my feet towards the cruiser, waiting to hear him follow behind me, but he wasn’t. As a matter of fact, he was heading for my apartment.