The Billionaire’s Stripper

CHAPTER 13

I had to remind myself over and over that this was not just some romantic gesture from Michael McAllister.

My reason being, I was getting too excited than necessary.

After all, he made it clear that this was more or less a meeting between him and me, and he wanted to get to know me on a more personal level since he had picked me out to be the very one to work side by side with him as his bonus. It was sort of an interview, if I was being blunt, or some kind of test that he was giving me and I sincerely hoped that I would not fail.

So, I made up my mind that I was going to put up the best impression for him. I would make him see more reasons why I was the best fit for the opportunity, and there was no better way of showing that to him, other than looking and being the part.

So, for starters, I made myself look as classy and elegant as I could possibly be.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! You look AHMAYZING!" Quinn was screaming once I stepped out and I could not help but laugh to myself as I watched my chubby best friend jump around in excitement at the sight of me.

Man, she could not be more dramatic than this. I could have walked in here looking like a rat s**t on me and Quinn would blow her head with a g*n screaming at how great I looked.

"Girl, look at that a*s!" She was screaming as I gave her a little spin to show off a little more and she was passing the vibe check as always.

How I managed to still make sure I looked top tier even when I lived in a dump of an apartment was always the biggest mystery to me. I may not have been able to have a steady meal of three a day, but anyone looking at me after I have dressed up to my satisfaction would have thought I was of some importance.

And that theory, I wanted to put it all in the head of Michael McAllister tonight. I wanted him to look at me and drool at every portion of my being; I wanted him to be completely awestruck by the amount of class that dripped with every bit of me.

"Are you sure you aren't dressed to seduce this man, bestie?" Quinn was teasing and once again, I laughed.

"If that's what it takes to prove myself worthy of the shot, then, f**k yeah, I'm taking that chance," I scoffed in comment and Quinn jumped around again and threw me a high-five.

All in all, I did not go all out to look like a queen seductress, because I was aware that if I wanted to give off the impression of being a classy woman to Michael McAllister, everything I had to do had to be more subtle than obvious.

For that reason, I only let a little bit of cleavage show from the red dress that I wore, and I let my shoulders that were visible from the off shoulder dress shimmer and shine with pats and bits of glitter. Something nice to look at and admire, but not exactly too extreme.

My blonde hair was packed into a neat roll up, sort of like what the old days princesses would wear to a ball, and the blood red on my lips made the green of my eyes glow beautifully. With the way the shirt dress that I wore strapped onto my body, enough to show off my perfect silhouette and insane curves, I smiled in satisfaction of myself, knowing well that I looked the part.

"So, is he coming here to pick you up?" Quinn asked me.

I blinked at her. Taken aback by the question. "f**k no."

Michael McAllister couldn't come here to pick me up. He could not come here to his dump. It would be so embarrassing. I was trying to give up the impression of being a classy woman and no woman of class out there lived in an almost torn down apartment that was infested with cockroaches and filthy rats.

"I gave him Monica's address," I informed Quinn.

"Monica?" She looked at me, "You mean Monica who lives in Golden Estate?" I nodded in confirmation and Quinn stared at me dumbfounded.

"What do you mean by that? You barely know Monica," She asked me. She was not appalled, she was rather excited to hear what I had to say.

Monica was a friend by extension. I had met her some days ago through Quinn because she had been working as an escort in Club Highway for a few years and counting. I didn't know her very well. Other than the fact that she was always chewing gum and she had a slight Italian accent in her speech, I barely knew anything more. However, so far I knew, she seemed like a nice lady.

With a stunning mansion.

In Golden Estate, only one of the most expensive Estates in the City.

"I know her enough to ask her a favour," I told Quinn with a proud smile.

"What kind of favor?" My best friend questioned me with wide eyes.

"Michael McAllister can't know I live in this dump," I explained to her, "So, I gave her address to Michael as my address, and that's where he is going to be coming to pick me up."

"And Monica was okay with that?" Quinn asked me.

"She sounded excited that I was going on a date with the Michael McAllister, so she didn't have a problem with the mega rich world class billionaire showing up in front of her house," I said.

Quinn squealed so high, my eardrums were at the verge of an explosion.

"Let's go, Let's go, Let's go!" I dragged Quinn along with me, grabbing my stiletto heels from where they were scattered to, and was quickly running out of my dump apartment.

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7pm was the time that Michael McAllister had said he would be picking me 'from my house'.

Quinn and I had long made the move before that time and damn it, my best friend and Monica were like some screaming teenage girls who were meeting One Direction for the very first time and it was way beyond me.

"So, what prompted Michael McAllister to ask you out on a date?" Monica was asking me and her silver eyes were beaming with excitement all the way, just as much as the one my best friend exuded.

I laughed. I laughed at both girls.

Monica was just like Quinn in many ways and it came to my understanding why she would not ask too many questions about me wanting to use her apartment and focus more on the fact that a rich handsome man wanted to take me out for dinner.

Wanted to take me out for a 'test' rather.

"Girls, we can talk about the details later. He will soon be here," I had to compromise with the girls who would not leave me alone even for a second.

I could not have been more grateful to Monica for letting me stay here for the pick up. Her house was the best place for the job. The mansion was pretty and elegant, and just like Monica, had a little bit of Italian aestheticism to it, here and there. Black and Silver must have been her colour because just as they highlighted her hair and eyes respectively, it was the predominant colour theme of her whole mansion.

Together, we were in her large spaced bedroom of black illuminated in silver, waiting there on her queen sized bed for the time that the man we both were expecting was going to come already.

Michael McAllister was a man of his word, indeed.

Because the moment that it hit 7 on the dot, we heard a Limousine pulling up in front of Monica's mansion.

The girls wanted to scream and die.

They were a mess. A whole freaking, screaming mess.

"Go! Go! Go! Go!" Quinn was jumping and screaming and pushing me off the bed as I tried to put on my stiletto heels in a hurry and I was laughing at how much aggression seemed to have prevailed all of a sudden.

Soon, I was like a queen walking out of her castle when I stepped out of the Mansion.

I stopped there. Right there where I could get a good, infact perfect view of the neat, white luxurious car that I supposed, belonged to the one and only Michael McAllister.

I smiled to myself and resumed a posture of who I needed him to see me as. With my back straight and my nose high up in the air, I looked straight ahead and watched the car doors open automatically, to reveal him stepping out in all his royalty.

He stunned me in every way. The way he moved, the way he carried himself around, the way he looked up slowly and traced his eyes until they landed on me and his lips spread out in a wonderful smile that caught my eyes and stole my heart.

All in an instant.

"Wow," I heard him mutter, as he looked at me like I was gold and everything more, everything precious, and I had to hold myself together because I was melting like butter in the heat of his adoring gaze.

He stepped out into the light and I had to swallow a weight in my throat as I took in his wonderful, gracious presence. His tuxedo was grey in colour, and it looked so good on him. His lips looked redder under the light and his skin, pale as always, was a wonderful sight to behold. He looked beautiful.

That was the word to describe him.

Michael McAllister was a beautiful man.

"Hey," I called out to him and he was taking bold steps towards me, with a charming smile on his face, and I only imagined that Quinn and Monica were somewhere upstairs watching the both of us and losing their brain cells.

Tonight was for me and Michael McAllister.

And I made up my mind that I was going to give him the best impression of me yet.

Even if that meant telling more lies.