–Caia–
I walked home, probably not in my right mind.
I didn’t know where to get one million, which has now risen to two million.
That’s what my mother told me.
We were once rich.
I had millions back then; my mother shopped abroad.
Dad couldn’t keep that lifestyle after the bankruptcy and the betrayal from certain business partners.
I worked twenty-four seven back then, with no rest.
I worked even when sick, just to keep up with Mom’s lifestyle, even though things got cheaper.
I stepped down to the pedestrian lane as a speeding motorcycle didn’t even think of slowing down.
I pulled back, and my back hit someone’s front.
I turned to thank him as he walked past me, wearing a hood.
He was tall.
Really tall, with a familiar build.
I continued walking; I couldn’t even use money to ride a taxi home.
But there were more people around and I feel safer.
When I got home, I did my usual routine—bath and all.
I followed my usual routine, even did my skincare.
I needed to keep my face and skin good.
In two days there would be an auction.
I needed to prepare.
I had an appointment for waxing, although I wasn’t that bushy down there.
I felt so tired.
I lay on the bed and turned on the fan.
I still couldn’t sleep, tossing onto my back.
I reached for my sleeping pills, took them, and just lay there until I fell asleep.
I started dreaming.
Dreaming of that man from the bar—the one in the VVIP who gave me water instead of alcohol.
His scent was a hint of mint, woody, and probably tobacco.
I felt his hands on me; my body shivered.
Oddly, the shivers also went to my nipples, and they hardened.
Somehow, I had these odd dreams of him, tied up, naked with eight-pack abs.
He stared at me while I danced for him seductively, teasing him.
I gasped when things got hotter in my dream.
My blanket was already on the floor, my shorts exposed, and my thin top.
I sucked in the air as I somewhat smelled that familiar scent.
I looked around.
No one was there.
But did I leave the door to my bedroom open?
I sat up and went to the bathroom.
Yup, I was just having a sexy dream about my customer, which never happens.
Probably because he was well-built, a foreigner, and although I couldn’t see his face clearly, I bet he was handsome.
I groggily went back to my bed, crawling into the darkness.
My body felt stiff and heavy.
The pill was so strong.
–Aamon–
Her legs were long, her body too skinny.
She needs to eat more.
I watched as she muttered in her sleep in this hot, small apartment she’s renting.
She didn’t eat after work.
Oh, my poor Caia.
I caressed the curls of her hair, just the tip, and I watched her kick the blanket.
Yes, I am in her room.
I picked the locks and casually entered the room like I owned it.
I wanted to lay next to her, press my body against hers.
But she sweats a little.
No, she doesn’t need cuddles in this hot room.
My manhood grew harder.
I wanted to stroke myself there, but I couldn’t wake her up with a man in her room, pleasuring himself.
I bent down and kissed the tip of her hair as I left quietly, closing the door gently and locking it back.
Her room doesn’t have a chain lock.
I shook my head.
Damn it.
I looked at the other room just across from hers.
For rent.
It seems that I need to rent another room to monitor her.
I want to be close to her.
I headed out, and just a few blocks away my driver was waiting.
I hopped in.
As soon as I arrived at my penthouse, I called a few people to arrange an apartment in the same building.
Bigger and better.
It’ll be part of the package—a fully furnished apartment.
I took a bath in my big bathroom, with a jacuzzi and shower room.
Then I realized how small her bathroom was.
No, my woman shouldn’t suffer like that.
I went down when the apartment was ready for viewing.
The manager of the building showed me that this grand villa had never been occupied just close to my penthouse.
I pointed at the master bedroom.
“Give the luxurious King bed.” He showed me variations.
The cloud bed sounded perfect for her innocent look.
After viewing the luxury villa, I headed back to my penthouse, preparing to sleep when my phone started ringing.
My mother.
I only looked at it and declined the call.
She’s been pushing me to marry whichever woman she’s trying to force on me.
But my mind and body are already set on Caia.
I know they wouldn’t like her.
She’s a stripper.
I closed my eyes, and just thinking about her made me so hard that one stroke would make me come.
If she were here, near me, I would’ve been so damn happy.
–Caia–
I woke up in the afternoon, took a bath, scrubbed my body, and dressed up in something loose.
Then, I headed to the mall for my appointment.
My phone kept on ringing.
I already sent Mom half a million.
I think it’ll cover Dad’s expenses while I am still waiting for that auction.
The woman who waxed me always complimented me down there.
She said that it was flawless and firm.
I don’t have much hair at all, but I need to be presentable.
The bigger the tip, the more money I can gather.
I checked the card the man gave me.
My eyes widened when I saw another half million just for that night.
I don’t mind his weirdness as long as I get money like this.
I went to the bank to transfer it to the account that I told them about.
They had to make calls, verify it, and keep looking at me.
It seems that they already understood it.
I had a fine meal after the bank.
First time today.
Yes, one meal a day saves money.
But I treated myself to a fine meal after I was happy that Mom received the money and Dad would surely undergo surgery now.
I stared at the food, still hesitating to eat.
How about my siblings?
I checked on them, trying to call them, but no one answered.
I scrolled through social media and found them eating at a fine restaurant.
I think I have nothing to worry about.
I ate, happy for my first meal that I could cry.
No, I shouldn’t be dramatic.
But it’s good.
Then, I finally headed back home, brushed my teeth, cleaned up a little, and finally prepared for work.
When I got there, a little early, a woman who was hired to do stage designs and costumes approached me.
“Caia, look.” She showed me a box.
“Boss said that you’ll be wearing this tonight.”
I creased my brows.
Boss?
The one who always rents me for an hour?
I opened the box, and it’s pretty.
Not lingerie that might show all of my private parts, just costumes with tassels.
“He said that you won’t be performing tonight.”
I froze.
“What?
Why?” I sighed.
“I’ll lose around thirty thousand in tips tonight.”
“You won’t.
He’s gonna cover for it.”
I reached for the mask, not a hard plastic one but lace.
“No perfumes, too.”
I don’t wear perfume at all, but I get ready for that man.
If he’s gonna cover the tips, then I’m good.
I am actually happy that I don’t have to dance in front of those lascivious eyes anymore, and worried that someone would jump on the stage to touch me.
She told me to go directly to the VVIP room.
The room was filled with the smell of food, something that already made me feel starving.
He’s speaking to someone, probably the assistant who gave me the card.
He’s speaking in Russian.
They were looking at documents, and the man, the owner of this club, signed for me to enter.
I closed the door.
“Caia,” he called.
Yes, he knew my name.
The assistant left as I approached him, and there, I sat on his lap since he’s paying me big.
“What do you want me to do this time?” I asked.
“Eat with me,” he muttered.
“I have the finest chef to prepare that.”
He caressed my sides.
I let him.
But I won’t let him go further since I need to secure myself tomorrow.
“Don’t you want me to dance?” I asked, caressing his fine jawline.
He turned me around, my back pressed to his hard body, and underneath, I could feel something thick and long that I was sitting on.
My eyes widened.
“If you dance, it’ll be harder for me to stop myself.”
Stop himself from what?
He opened a silver dome food cover as my eyes went to the filet mignon.
It’s been a while since I last saw it.
My mouth watered just by seeing fine food on the table.