The Billionaire’s Stripper

CHAPTER 23

One week had rolled by and I had not brought up the idea of having a date in Michael McAllister's house yet.

Ironically, I could not even count the number of times that I had seen him already during the course of the week. I was not talking about the subtle glances that we had passed onto one another at Work, where he happened to see, and neither was I talking about the subtle smiles we had exchanged during the group meetings that his father, Lyon McAllister had hosted a number of tms a day than neccesary, to discuss the issue of his son who was cordially joining us soon.

Next week, I had been told.

Michael amdi saw each other everyday, and each day that I was with him, it felt like I was living a new, adventurous fairy tale all over again.

Whether or not we were moving 'top fast', it was really not something that bothered me much.

Granted, this was the fastest that I had ever caught feelings for someone and the fastest that I had allowed someone to have a form of bond or chemistry with me, and in reality, it was almost ridiculous.

Anyone hearing this would have felt the same way too. They would have thought it was ridiculous. I had barely been here in Ciel for a week and I was already telling life stories to Michael McAllister and he was professing his 'love' to me at whatever chance that he got. It was crazy, it was a rush, it was a bit too intense, but I would not even lie, it was fun.

The only thing that bothered me, however, the only thing that kept ringing at the back of my mind and making me uncomfortable was the fact that, as a matter of fact, the man was actually smitten by a version of me that was not me. The subtle realization that my feelings for him may not have been reciprocated if he got to know the real me, made me worried.

I let it be that way, anyway.

I let Michael McAllister fall in love with the bundle of deciet wrapped up in perfect blonde hair and pretty green eyes.

So, I gave into what was our present and kept up my image with head held high and nosein the air, an overwhelming air of confidence surrounding me as I basked in all of the love and adoration that Michael McAllister had for me.

On Monday, it was a fancy date in a restaurant. Where he shared his first love confession together and I demanded that he waited for my answer.

On Tuesday, we went to a fancy bar together, somewhere downtown, where we shared a few drinks together and found warmth in Jazz music.

We went star gazing on Wednesday. We were actually supposed to have a quiet time alone in the warmth of his car, but the stars were so pretty, and on my request, he had agreed that we stepped out, and the rest of the night, we were laying on the grass, counting all the stars one by one and ranking it in its beauty.

Thursday, we only had time to chat over the phone and after work, we spent the entire time, talking till midnight about the most random and baseless things. Things that would not do us any use in Life, basically.

Today, Friday, we were yet to experience out next adventure and while at it, I was keeping him updated on everything I was doing. Or everything that I wanted him to think I was doing. I could not tell Michael McAllister that I was preparing to go to Club Highway with the girls and party and probably drink till I was drunk, I preferred to let him think I was on a scheduled beauty sleep and was on my way to my next routine work out session, where after, I would be visiting a fancy restaurant with my prim and proper girlfriends.

Easily, he bought that.

I had hung up the phone that afternoon after telling him a made up story of my personal mansion spa gone wrong and the next thing on my mind was not the routine work out that I had lied to him about.

The next thing on my mind was actually stalking the f**k out of Alexander McAllister, his rebel junior brother.

I had been meaning to do that all week,but considering that all I was doing was work and hanging out with Michael, I barely had the time. I chose to extend the job for the weekend and here I was, that Friday afternoon, with a can of root beer in one hand and a bag of potato chips in the other, sitting at a corner of my ugly, decrepit apartment room and using Quinn's laptop to get all the information that I needed about the rebel McAllister.

Much to my disappointment, there was close to nothing about him found on anything that was affiliated to the McAllisters family business.

It was almost as though he was a ghost family member.

Easily, I figured that they were just embarrassed of him.

I didn't find it difficult, understanding why. I mean, with everything that he had done in my presence that day, it was clear and easy to see that he was a hard knot to c***k. A kind of bad boy that a well renowned and world recognized disciplinarian like Lyon McAllister would not even want to affiliate himself with.

So, surely, it was a struggle finding him.

I didn't give up anyway, because I needed to find him. I wanted to get to know enough about the kind of person he wasz just to be sure how to deal with him, how to work with him, control him, and guide him.

Because it felt like an impossible feat.

I mean, if he could walk out on a man like Lyon McAllister, then damn it, he might as well see me as a useless Marshmellow.

I would have little to no effect.

But I had to prove it to the McAllisters that I could fulfill this task.

So, I had to find that guy, Alexander McAllister.

"Got him," Quinn quipped, reminding me of her presence in the room and of the fact that she was also in on this mission of finding 'Alexander McAllister' with me.

I whipped my head towards the chubby brown haired girl with utmost speed.

She waved her new iPhone in her hands, signalling that all the information I wanted was in it.

"I found him on i********:," She said to me, and I was quick to join heron my creaky bed, looking into her phone, looking into the i********: profile that was supposedly his'.

I barely saw anything.

First off, his page was private and that was a disappointment in form of a punch.

There was just one picture of him.

And, a weird, almost creepy bio.

"He is literally following 0 people," Quinn commented as we looked at his page together.

Yeah, no s**t.

The guy had about a thousand followers and was following none. Not a single person.

Somewhere at the back of my mind, I believed that he had deliberately set his page to private so he could reject follow requests from people whom he did not want to see the posts on his page. I found that wired, and in an odd way, mysterious.

Even if it made no sense to me why someone would want to be a literal ghost on Social Media. That is, have it so that not everyone can see his posts, and on top of that, be uninterested in seeing anyone else's post or indulging in it.

What was the essense of having a Social Media page, then?

The guy quickly made me ask so may questions already.

"So, apparently, his dream is to burn down the world oneday with a stick of cigeratte." Quinn read and summarized his bio out loud and I frowned in confusion.

What kind of human being was this?

"I don't know, Rach," My best friend said to me, "Something about this one gives me bad vibes." She quickly exited his page completely as she made her comment.

"No s**t," I scoffed, "You had to see how he acted out in the Head Room and disrespected his father."

"He's giving more than just bad boy vibes," Quinn said, "Can't pin it down, but babe, stay the f**k away from this creep."

Never in my life had I seen Quinn so serious.

Like, ever.

In my whole entire f*****g life. Never.

"Unfortunately, I can't," I told her, "I already agreed to the deal with Lyon McAllister."

"Cancel, then," Quinn suggested.

"That would look so bad," I protested against the idea, "I mean, I can't make them think that I am a quitter."

"So, you would agree to 'tame' a man who is opting for an apocalypse?" My best friend raised a brow at me.

"What's the worst that could happen?" I sad to her with a shrug, "I get it. He's a creep. He's disrespectful. He's a black sheep. But what's the worst that could happen?"

"He may be a serial killer," Quinn said.

"Extreme," I said.

"Or a r****t?" She said.

"Oh, come on." I looked at her.

"Or he could even be a demon from Hell, bestie," Quinn exaggerated.

"Quinn Anderson!" I called her and at that point, I was just laughing.

And kill me, she was not.

"Look, Rachel, I am not comfortable towards this guy," She said to me, "He sort of reminds me of Ansel."

I completely understood why Quinn was so skeptical about this Alexander McAllister the moment she had mentioned that name, Ansel.

"In my opinion," She spoke, "He will only ruin you."

Hearing that….. scared me.

"I am not dating him." I had to remind her.

"I didn't date Ansel either." She responded.

To think about it, there was a lot of similarities between my task with Alexander and Quinn's connection to that Ansel guy.

That made me even more scared.

"So, what do I do?" I asked her.

"Cancel." Quinn easily answered.

Now, how the f**k was I supposed to do that?