His Exclusive Stripper: You Are Mine, Don

“I would be waiting in the car,” I called out in a bit to distract him from his mission.

Guess what? it worked. He stopped midway and turned back towards the car, his eyes pinned on me. I fought every urge against smiling.

“Let’s go,” he opened the front door stepping into the drivers seat.

I followed suit, taking my position at the passenger seat. Finally out of his view, I gave a smile of satisfaction. That was close anyways.

“Why are you smiling?” He asked, I figure he’d seen me from the review mirror.

“Can’t a girl just be happy?” I allowed my smile broaden.

The rest of the drive was mostly quiet, except for the few curses that came from Jacob to some careless drivers. I hadn’t really thought much about being noticed at school until the car pulled over at the school garage and I stepped out.

“What time does your classes end?” Jacob asked, putting his face through the window.

“I should be done by 2pm,”

“I would be here by 2pm, try not to keep me waiting,” he warned, in that authoritative tone that irked me.

“And, enjoy the attention that comes with a luxurious life,” he added, with a wink.

I turned in time to notice the group of girls gathered over the class corridor, starring with wide eyes and parted lips. Others strolled by, forgetting their neck behind them as they kept mopping. I felt a bit jelly around my knee. I was new to that kind of attention. Did I love it? Oh no, I couldn’t decide just yet.

“Oh my goodness! Isn’t that Evelyn the nerdy, glasses girl? She looks different” a low whisper came from the girls that had just whisked pass me.

“How did she get in a car that expensive?”

“She’s probably rich and have been hiding it all along,” the whispers died away in the distant.

I pushed my glasses up my nose, fiddled with my bag handle, took a deep breath for a moment and I was fine. I walked right in the midst of the starring students into the classroom and to my seat.

“Evelyn! Tell me it’s true?” Debby popped beside me, all smiles. Her lips were covered in a shining bronzed lipstick.

“What’s true? I don’t understand,” I raised my brow, showing my confusion.

“Tell me it’s true that you were brought to school in a glamorous car?” She requested. I could read the desperate anticipation for my response in her eyes.

“Ermm… Yeah, it was just a cruiser,” I shrugged, trying to cut off the exaggeration she might have heard.

“Oh… my… goodness!” She dragged out the words, her face had changed into a glow of sheer excitement.

“Tell me all about it Eve, how did you move from a struggling student into a car owner?” She asked.

“A car owner?” I chuckled at the joke. “Who said I was a car owner?”

“Okay, let’s say you not the owner of the car, who owns it then? I heard the driver was a really cute man. Are you in a new relationship with some wealthy guy?”

“No…” I tried to say.

“Cause girl, I’d be so happy if you were,” she concluded.

“What? Why?” I sat up, wondering why she had said what she said. She knew I was in a relationship with Charlie and that I loved him.

“Why what?” Her face had taken a look of innocence.

“Why would you be happy if I was dating someone else rather than Charlie?” I asked in the hope of hearing something. I didn’t know what I wanted to hear, didn’t know what I expected. Perhaps, a validation that Charlie wasn’t really in love with me after all.

“No… I didn’t mean that. I’m saying, it’d be nice if you are now dating a rich guy, I mean, you wouldn’t have to think so much about making money. You’d finally give your whole attention to school, right?” She explained.

“Yeah, right.” I nodded, faking a smile.

Debby had no idea that I stripped at the club to get extra cash. She knew I did a part time job at the club to support myself in school, but I guess she had no idea it went down to stripping.

“So, tell me about this driver that brought you to school. No tell me everything,” she adjusted herself beside me, ready for a story.

“I… i…” I stuttered to a stop. I didn’t know what to say.

I couldn’t start telling her how I met Antonio Bernoti. I couldn’t tell her my plans with Charlie. There was apparently no story to tell her.

Just then, Mr Rashford, the English teacher walked in through the door, commanding the attention of the whole class. I wanted to walk up to him, peck him on the cheeks and tell him how much of a saviour he was at the moment.

“Gosh! You’d have to tell me this story at recess. I should return to my seat,” she patted my hair, rising from my seat.

“Class are you ready for the test?” Mr Rashford, a full bearded, white, chubby man in his early fifties, asked the class. When his eyes met with mine, I gave him a smile of appreciation, not like he’d know why.

School has been the most important thing in my life, aside from my parents who were so dear to me. I had made a vow to graduate collage no matter what it took me. Hence, whenever I was within the walls of Greg’s collage, I kept every other thing aside, facing squarely my purpose for being there.

It took a great deal dodging from Debby at recess and for the rest of the school hours. She was the only person I talked to at school and that was because she didn’t like others, conclude that I was a snub. It was all good though, having so many friends would mean telling a lot of people lies about who i was outside of school. Which would have been very risky, cause imagining running into one of em somewhere in the club.

I was at the garage at 2:05pm. It took an extra five minute for the cruiser to roll into the school compound. “You’re late,” I blurted as soon as the car got close enough.

“Get in, the boss is waiting,” he ordered, ignoring my statement.

I hauled myself into the car in compliance, feeling grateful to be finally out of my hiding from Debby.

“Why is the boss waiting? Is there something I need to do?” I asked, feeling a little jittery about facing Antonio again.

We hadn’t parted ways nicely earlier on. Would he still be mad at me? I thought of the hard look on his eyes when I mentioned that he was into illegal stuff. But I was damn sure that I had been right.

“You would find out,” my so-called bodyguard replied, turning the steering swiftly that I was forced to fall into the car seat.

He didn’t ride home. The car came to a halt at a shopping mall, one I had never been to. “You have fifteen minutes to pick what you want and we would be on our way to the castle,” Jacob commanded.

I was too thrilled at the opportunity of changing my wardrobe that I cared very little about his tone at the moment. I rummaged through the array of clothings at my disposal, picking out what I considered the best. Jacob was at a corner speaking on the phone, constantly glancing towards me.

My phone beeped from my bag. It was a message from Antonio. “Do not forget to pick out really sexy lingerie for tonight,” the message read. My heart took to a very fast beat. I had to part my lips to breath from my mouth for a moment.

It was overwhelming what the thought of him could do to my entire being. He had mentioned earlier that I was going to dance for him tonight. And the thought of having to dance privately for the mafia Lord filled me with dread. A good kind of dread.

***

It wasn’t long before we were done with the shopping and back to the castle. I had picked so much, that I was afraid Jacob would have to ask me to reduce them, but he had paid for them without even blinking. Why was I surprised anyways, I knew it was Antonio’s money.

“There’s a party by seven, get ready,” Jacob informed me, before I could step into my room. There had been no sign of Antonio in the castle yard or the sitting room. Neither was there any sign or preparation for a party. Lunch was brought into my room by a guard. And for the first time, I was wondering why there was no female employee in the castle.

I had just finished eating and was getting ready for a bath, when he casually walked in through the door. He was shirtless, his body glistening with sweat and his hair in the usual tousled way that made my breath stop for a second.

“You love invading my privacy, don’t you?” I asked bravely.

“It’s not my fault that you find the door bolt useless,” he had strolled into the room and was standing right next to me.