The Billionaire’s Stripper

CHAPTER 35

"Excuse me?"

I said to Alexander McAllister as I stared at him after the rubbish that I just heard slip out of his mouth.

He didn't look like he regretted a thing. With that jovial smile plastered on his face, he stared right back at me, awaiting his answer in real anticipation.

"Are you crazy?" I asked him.

I mean, he had to be crazy.

He had to be crazy to think that he could just come in here, mock me, frustrate me, then threaten me with a date deal as a condition for him to make life easier for me. He had to be completely crazy, for a fact. There were no two ways about it.

"You must be crazy," I actually told him to his face, "You must be mad, Alexander McAllister."

He laughed.

The man laughed.

He found that so funny, because his laughter made it clear to me that he was nothing else but throughly amused.

"I mean, look at us," He said to me, gesturing between me and him and I looked around me cautiously, hoping that he was not calling attention to me and him with this crazy act of his', "You're gorgeous, and so am I. It's only sensible if we become an item. We could be a power couple, you know."

"I thought I was 'not hot enough' for you to reconsider staying here in Ciel," I reminded him of his own words, shoving it right back into his throat so he could choke on his reeking double standards.

"Oh, no, definitely, you're not," He stood by his words, "But, you're still hot enough to cause some level of commotion, so I guess I could work with that."

"f**k you." I cussed at him.

"I mean, look around us and see how many eyes are diverted our way," He said to me, smirk on his face, showing me that my curse at him bounced right off, failing to trigger him, "Imagine the kind of chaos webwould cause if I perhaps, reached out to and kissed you. Like this—"

Gasps were collective around me, but no, that s**t could not bey portion.

Whatever Alexander was planning, it was not going to work. So, when his head jotted forward, towards me, his lips, positioning themselves with a purse on the same level with mine, I blocked with a hand, obstructing the movement of his mouth towards mine.

My glare was heavy.

"Do you know that kissing a girl without her consent is s****l harrasment?" I asked him sternly, "Watch yourself, Alexander McAllister. We are not in some cheesy w*****d Romance book."

"Wanna bet?" His brow raised at me, playfully in challenge.

"No." I frowned, adamant, "I want to work. I want us to work."

"Kissing would have been more fun," He shrugged in nonchalance, and I ignored him and face head on to the computer, rehearsing my lines all over again and getting ready to break this work down to this child in a man's body, from the beginning.

I barely had a chance to start talking again.

From the side of my eyes, I caught sight of Alexander pulling something out of his suit pocket, and when I caught sight of that long thin stick, and that flick of fire from a lighter in his other hand, I lost my mind.

"What the f**k!—" I screamed out in frustration as I slapped that thing right out of his hands an watched the burning cigarette fall to the ground. "What is wrong with you?!"

I marched the cigarette stick on the ground, squashing it with my boots and cringing at the smell of cigarettes that polluted the air.

Turning to glare at Alexander, I scolded him, "Couldn't you wait till Work is over?"

"Why?" He asked me.

I stared at him, incredulously, refusing to believe that he,in all genuineness, did not know the answer to that.

"This is a work place!" I told him.

"So?" He frowned.

"So, is that you can't smoke in here!' I was nearly screaming at this point, and my voice was coming out in frustrated and strained whispers.

"Why are there so many goddamn rules here?" He asked me, frown edged onto his face, "Man. It's giving Middle School."

"You should be in Middle School." I attacked him.

Alexander laughed at that.

Laughed. Which meant he didn't feel any sort of remorse whatsoever. Damn this guy!

"I get it that you're a chronic smoker and you have those psychotic ambitions of destroying the world and s**t," I started saying to him.

"Well, damn, that's one way to put it," He laughed again.

Ignoring him, I continued what I was saying, "But, this is a workplace. Smoking is prohibited."

"Or else what? I lose this job? What a threat."

His sarcasm was so painful.

But, I ignored it.

"Look," I told him instead, "After work hours, you can do whatever you want. But as far as you're here, abide by the f*****g rules, McAllister."

"Whatever, Sharpay," He teased me and that smile never left his face.

Right there and then, I knew it that I had f****d up.

The moment I had agreed to this deal with Lyon McAllister, I had f****d myself up.

Alexander McAllister was more work than I even imagined he could be. Damn it, he couldn't have been more frustrating. The first time that I had seen him, I knew he was going to stress me, but I did not imagine it in this light. I did not imagine feeling like a knocked out babysitter with a reckless kid with him, but that was exactly what it felt like.

That was exactly what it was.

This man was a f*****g child in a grown man's body.

And here I was, stuck with him, all because I wanted to keep a reputation in the eyes of the Kings of the McAllister Enterprises. God. The things a woman could do to keep her honour and dignity.

Somehow, I knew I had to do this. I had to make it work. As much as he was being so difficult, I had to make sure that I did not fail in this task and mess up the perfect image of the perfect and most competent woman that the Lyon and Michael McAllister have seen me as. I had to make it work. I had promised them that I could do justice, and even if Alexander was trying to make that quest a difficult one for me, my willpower to succeed was by far greater than his adamance.

I looked around the Work Hall, and with every eye that cast down here, I made a note to self that if I failed, it would not only look to the McAllisters like I was incompetent, everyone that was right here in this room, stealing glances at me and Alexander McAllister would also think so too. I could not afford that misconception.

Rachel ywas no incompetent woman.

I had to prove that. Hook, line, and sinker. I had to do whatever it takes to prove myself.

So, I turned to Alexander by my side who had an annoying smile on his face, and I peered back my eyes into his — I hated to admit — pretty, grey ones.

"That date deal," I started, face straight and unfazed, "When and where?"