The Billionaire’s Stripper

CHAPTER 24

Saturday Night was specifically for me and the girls and I was not the same least bit apologetic about how we all chose to spend the whole entire night.

In all honesty, because of what had happened earlier and how much Quinn had talked me out of accepting the deal with Lyon McAllister, my head was really bubbling with so many ideas. I could not bring myself to comfortably stick to one decision. I could not bring myself to even make one decision.

Quinn was understanding, and insisted that if I needed to stay back, I was free to.

After all, it was completely pointless bringing in or forcing someone who was not feeling up to it, to come to a party.

Well, I heavily fought against that idea.

With everything that was in me.

As much as I was not feeling up to me it at first, it was certain for me that this was going to be a perfect way to uplift my spirit and get me thinking less with anxiety.

So, why miss it?

I ensure Quinn that I wanted to be there as a matter of fact. I made sure if that, even.

Monica was coming out with us again for the night and the thought of going in to our destination looking all 'La Vida Lova' excited me the more. That was enough to compensate my emotions temporarily. Hopefully, after tonight, I would feel a whole lot better and sleep well to some extent.

Tommorow would be a good way to continue brainstorming for a solution on what to do, concerning the Alexander McAllister matter.

"Girl!" Quinn was snapping her fingers so excitedly, all in the name of giving some hype and I tried my hardest not to laugh my heart away, in that instant.

Of course, she was at it again with some unnecessary excitement about party outfits, and of course, if you had guessed it, it was all concerning me.

I decided that I'd show up with a dress, blue and short, but glaring beautifully and contrastingly with my eyes in a way that I liked. Needless to say, it was Quinn who even got me most of the dresses that I had after I had paid compliments to them on Pinterest for being good.

In all honesty, I loved the way that Quinn was quick to be generous and lovely, to me as a friend, even before I got this job and Ciel and it was the sweetest things ever. I appreciated it, but sometimes, I felt she needed to slow down.

One event I could not forget was some days before the acceptance call from Ciel, where she had dedicated her entire time to feeding me and making me as comfortable as I could be.

"You have me," She had said to me, looked at me genuinely, "And I will take care of the both of us the best way I can. Understand?"

That had meant a lotbto me because that was one of one of the lowerst points in my life and Quinn had proven it to me that she was a true best friend.

That day, she had taken me to a very fancy restaurant. That was an upgrade in my opinion because we never ate in a place as fancy as this, with pretty chandeliers, royal colour theme like red and gold, fancy food on the menu, lamp stands that looked expensive on the tables of two, pretty fabric lining it, and a generally good scenery.

Scratch that, it was a great scenery. An amazing one at that.

Even the food looked divine. I did not know half the things on the menu because ruth be told, I had not even ever heard of them before, but Quinn and I cherry picked whatever we wanted and had our seats. So, in front of us, were a bunch of pretty, edible varieties of food, and truth be told, they seemed to be decorating the table for the both of us and adding to the aesthetics of this entire pretty restaurant.

I remembered wondering how much that Quinn had earned those past few days, because boy, she had been throwing some money around. But you know what they said, Givers never lacked in abundance.

I remember that was the first time that I had actually formally told her about the whole idea with the he resume too.

"So, Quinn, I sent out some resumes," I hafstarted out by telling my best friend and her eyes piqued with interest as she looked up from her food, and I could see the interest in her eyes.

"So how did they go?" She had asked me, excitement laced in her tone.

"Well, no one has gotten back to me yet," I had said and the disappointment in my tone was so strong that it was contagious to her and I saw it, in turn, showing in her body language.

With shoulders dropped, and face long, Quinn had pouted at me.

"It's okay," She had said to me. "Even if they don't get back, don't lose hope on anything, okay, Rach?"

"Of course, you know I am the last person to ever give up on something," I reminded her.

"True that," Quinn had commented, "I have never seen anyone as determined and ambitious as you ever."

With a smile on my face, I had told her, "Well, I doubled up my efforts this time around, bestie, and guess what?"

"What?" Quinn had looked at me, eyes wide in interest.

"I have a new game plan," I had told her.

There was a mischievous smile on my face when I told her, and I knew Quinn had no idea of what it was yet, she smiled identically, anticipating.

I remember thinking, this woman is my energy. Never had I known anyone as supportive as she could be and with the way she actively wanted to hear out every crazy plan I always have and give her unwarranted and crazier opinions on it, the more I looked forward to sharing it all with her.

I had told her all about the lie of omission on my resume and she did not give off the slightest judgemental energy. She was the most supportive person ever.

"First off," Quinn had said, "Babe, I am a hundred percent with you, okay? If one little sin of omission is all it takes to help you get that job that you deserve, then girl, I'd say shoot!"

I had laughed so hard. I knew she would agree with this. Anything that had to do with making money, Quinn would let me dive into it. Even if it meant duping people's asses and making them believe something that I was not. I knew she would ride in on this idea with me and I was totally living for her entire support.

"Second, second, second," My chubby and excited friend was hopping around in her seat, jumping in anticipation as she asked me, "What did you omit from the Resume?"

"I did not mention that I used to work in a strip club," I started off.

"Oh, good, good. That's a major red flag for those people in the professional field. Go on," Quinn agreed on that with me.

"I did not mention I used to be a waiter," I carried on, "But that was because if I had mentioned that, it would go contrary to every other thing I wrote about myself being the kind of woman of high repute that I made it seem like in the Resume."

"I get that. I get that," Quinn nodded quickly, "So, just how much did you tweak up your resume to make it inviting?"

"Well, just enough to make them believe that I am the definition of regality and class," I answered in pride.

Quinn smiled at that. "Touche."

"And enough to be the complete opposite of myself too," I finished up.

"I know you can pull off any image you want to, if you put your mind to it, girl. You are freaking Rachael Kelly!"

"And who is Rachel Kelly?" I asked her, flattered at the subtle hype.

"Uh! Only the most badass Hustler I have ever met?" She sassed me and I threw my heart back and laughed.

Quinn always looked for the slightest opportunity to completely adore me. She was the sweetest person ever.

"I will go get us some drinks," She said to me and without waiting for me to say if I wanted or not, the excited lady was up on her feet, rushing there to the counter with a literal hop in her steps and I laughed at how adorable Quinn Anderson was.

I remember watching her order by the counter, thinking what I had done to deserve her.

Quinn was the sweetest person I knew.

We showed up at the club, me, Monica and Quinn, looking like three Queens with imaginary crowns. We practically came through dripping and we were unapologetic about it.

Tonight was for me and the girls.

So, I had let lose of all the problems that I had and lost myself in the madness of music, drinking, and everything that had the capability to extend anyone into a realm of highness and make them forget their problems.

It was beautiful.

The entire thing was absolutely wonderful.

The magic of losing ones self in euphoria, and losing touch with reality in the most beautiful and relaxing, peaceful and warming way, was a feeling unmatched.

I drank. Danced. Rinsed and Repeated.

By the time that we came back to Monica's mansion, I was knocked out completely.

I was beyond stone drunk.

I always commended myself because I knew when it got to that level and I could stay on my own and avoid being outside; a part of me could also remember what had happened the night before, when I woke up sober the next morning.

But, no, it was a bit different to tonight.

In my state of drunkenness, my hands dialled a number and my brain subconsciously took note of it and watched the phone ring and eing and ring.

Michael McAllister picked up.

And, God knows….

I had no f*****g idea what I said to him afterwards.