The Billionaire’s Stripper

CHAPTER 20

I stared at Lyon McAllister after he said what he said and I was only trying to wrap my head all around it.

Me? Lyon McAllister chose me to 'guide' his son, Alexander McAllister during his work stay at Ciel? He wanted me to be the one to guide this gangster around? What did that even mean?

"What does that even mean?" I asked.

I had to ask. The question was just hanging there at the tip of my tongue and it had slipped out before I could even stop myself. I needed to know.

"What do you mean by 'guide' him, sir?" I asked Lyon McAllister directly, and with one quick exchange glance between he and his son, a smile came upon his face.

"I am glad that you asked, Miss Kelly," The CEO said to me. I listened to him. "What I mean is that he cannot do it alone. He needs someone who is competent and capable enough to watch over him, and show him the way around here."

I watched him as he spoke and tried to understand what he was saying to him.

"I need someone to tame him," He said to me, and like we were in sync, we glanced the Alexander McAllister who was absent minded. The very same guy we all were talking about even in his presence.

Alexander McAllister stared into the air like it owed him money. Dark. Deadly. Unmoved. It was right about the scariest thing that I had ever seen.

One word he had not even spoken since I had gotten here. Rather, he looked like he was about cause a world disaster with that dark glare that he penetrated into the air.

Really, he seemed to not even give a f**k about any of us. Not me. Not Lyon McAllister, and not his brother, Michael too. I came to the realization that he was a tough nut to c***k. And I was the one chosen to 'tame' him? Jesus Christ.

"How am I supposed to do that?" I voiced out loud and well, Lyon and Michael McAllister heard me.

Well, f**k.

"He is not the easiest person to handle," Michael said, giving his opinion on his brother, "But, I assure you he is not as bad as he wants people to believe he is."

"He just lacks discipline," Lyon McAllister spoke sternly and I knew through his voice that he was not even the least impressed by that, "He needs to learn to sit up and stop taking life as a joke, because I see him heading a destructive path."

Alexander McAllister was completely unmoved. If his father's words were making an effect on him, he did not sow it one bit.

Instead, right before our eyes, this muscular handsome gangster whipped out a short stick from his pocket and when that flick of lighter flashed in the air, I almost had a heart attack, seeing and decoding his actions, understanding what he was doing.

My eyes nearly bulged out its sockets.

Alexander McAllister was lighting a cigarette.

Right here. Right now. In this important Head room. Right there, in his father's presence. I simply could not believe it.

"Maybe, it's not a good place?" Michael spoke.

He was the one speaking, because his father's face was rigid and stern. Completely lacking the ability to HAVE any of Alexander's bullshit.

"f**k off." The guy responded to Michael.

"Language," Michael said to his brother, but the latter, unbothered, puffed some smoke into his mouth.

He couldn't even care less.

And 'f**k off'? Woah. That was the first thing that I had heard him say and all the while, I believed that he was not listening in on us, but I started to believe that maybe he was. Maybe from the start of this conversation, he was actually hearing every single thing that we were saying.

"This is a place of business, Alexander," Michael spoke to his brother and at once, I realized that he was the older one. There was some sort of authority in his voice as he spoke to Alexander, "So, please, respect your father and our guest and put away that cigarette until you leave this place."

Alexander stared at Michael like he could shoot daggers from his eyes.

Michael stared right back at him, and quite the contrary, he stared calmly.

"The ins of Ciel is not a place to smoke." Michael warned him.

"Since when did your brother ever care about the rules," Their father grudgingly made a comment.

"Don't smoke in here, Alexander," Michael warned him, "Have some respect and do that where it needs to be done. Anywhere, but here."

I saw Alexander McAllister drag his death stare to the lighter in his hands, flicking it back and forth, like a calculating maniac.

"Whatever." He said, and anyone could have told right off the bat that he was angry.

And, with that angry demeanour around him, I watched him look away from his father and brother as a beat steam of smoke, blew out out from his nostrils.

That shocked me because I hadn't realized that he had been holding in that smoke all these while that his brother and father were scolding him.

Shocking me even more, he put away his lighter, stuffed it into the back pocket of his leather jacket, doing as his brother amhad instructed me.

However, what he did next took me off guard.

Alexander McAllister stood up from the table without warning.

"Where are you going? We aren't done here." Lyon McAllister said sternly to his son, "Sit down, Alexander." I felt the weight in the old man's voice and I would have sat down myself if I did not remind myself that I was not the one being spoken to.

Alexander did not seem to give a f**k.

Going against his father, he started to walk away from the table, heading to the exit and in fear, I pushed myself out of the way so that he would not dangerously brush his shoulders past me and make me fall to the ground as he walked past my small frame.

He was walking out on everyone.

"Where are you going, Alexander?" Michael called out to his brother in a scolding tone.

Alexander barely looked him over by the shoulder as he responded.

"To get high outside, big brother."

And just like that, he was gone from the Head room.

Following his departure was Silence.

Thick, uncomfortable silence.

I swallowed. Hard.

That was the guy that I was meant to tame? Well, f**k me.

The silence in the room was threatening.

It was Mr Lyon McAllister who broke it.

"I apologize for his behavior." He said to me.

"That's okay, sir," I quickly responded.

"I hope it doesn't make you want to back down on the task," He asked me.

It did,to be honest. But, damn it, this man would adore me just like his son, if I gave in to this task.

However, all I wanted to understand was one thing.

"Why me?" I asked him. I asked the both of them, in fact, " I am still new to the company. I do not have much experience. Yet, I am the one that is guiding Sir Alexander McAllister? I don't understand."

"Michael chose you for the job," He told me and I looked to Michael, who smiled briefly at me confirming what his father said. "He seems to see you of high repute. He speaks well of you. He says there is no better person for the job."

Oh, wow.

The faith that Michael McAllister had in me.

It was almost scary.

It was thrilling, for sure, and more than anything, I wanted that. But I wouldn't lie. It was a bit scary too. Like he trusted me already. He shouldn't trust me. Not when I was working for Mr Sanchez behind his back. And lying to him about the kind of woman I really was.

But he did.

That was so flattering.

Desperately, I also wanted to prove myself in the eyes of his father and show him that all the hype around me from his son was not in vain.

"I understand if you don't want to take on the task.—"

"I will do it."

That was me, to Mr Lyon McAllister.

With that word, I sealed the deal.

And unknown to me, dug myself yet another deep, deadly hole.