The Billionaire’s Stripper

CHAPTER 28

It surprised me how I had never seen Michael McAllister's house before now.

No, really.

Many times, you get to see the homes of all kinds of Celebrities all over the Internet. I mean, all you need to do is search it up and voila, you see it— all shapes and sizes of right about the most luxurious Mansions that you could ever find, but to think about it, I have actually never seen the home of Michael McAllister before.

Not even on the Internet.

"We are here," He said to me, and I smiled involuntarily, looking at him as he was just turning off the car engine as he parked inside.

Gosh, it looked like a whole different world in here.

His house was a mansion, a kind that I had never seen before, with water fountains that flowed with clear blue water as crystal, beautified with statues of different Greek gods, a huge of gold all around the place — the same colour theme that Ciel portrayed, and so many pillars that stood tall at practically every corner of the mansion, holding it up in all of its beauty, grace and magnificence.

I had NEVER seen anything like it before.

Not even on any Internet.

"Let's go inside," He said to me.

That was all I needed to heed.

He helped me outside and willingly, I took his hand when he arrived at my side of the door and opened it for me to get outside.

"Thank you," I said to him, as I walked with him and let him lead me through the way around this beautiful realm that was his humble abode.

It was like walking on the grounds of heaven, and with every step of the way, he said not a word and led me toward the part of the house that I suspected to be the entrance of the house.

There was a step leading up to the massive entrance that looked like two way grand doors and siding the sides were large pillars that were a colour that was a shade or pretty brown or dark gold.

"You have a really nice place," I said to Michael.

"Coming from you, that's a big compliment," He said to me.

"Why so?" I asked him, "I am just Rachel Kelly, and you are the Michael McAllister. Why does my comment mean that much of a deal?"

"You aren't just Rachel Kelly," He said to me, "There is no 'just' in describing a woman like you. Your opinion means gold to me." A pretty smirk was on his face as he added, "As you can see, I don't take the colour gold for a joke."

I laughed at that.

"Someone is trying to grow a sense of humour," I teased him.

"Well, haven't you always wanted me to 'humour' you?" He asked me back.

"True," I nodded to that, "And you are improving with that."

That smile never left his face.

The both of us had walked into the house at that exact moment.

I had to hold everything in me to stop me from fainting on the spot.

"Woah," I muttered in awe to myself as I looked around the beauty that was all around me, practically suffocating me in the most beautiful way ever.

The looks of this place — the Living Room, I suppose— was completely unmatched. With pretty chandeliers, all identical, carrying the most beautiful strings of lights on them and the most magnificent glow with it's massive size, scattered all around the room, producing a variety of lights that gave off a beautiful, yet contrasting feel of darkness with the lights of purple, blue, and so on, and even if I knew it was day outside, it looked like Euphoria had literally barfed in here and it was the most beautiful thing ever.

The couches were glorious, and I supposed they were white even though the lights reflected on them and gave them a different colour at will, and the stools and centre table were made of glass and beautified with vases of flowers and the prettiest bouquets. The walls may have been white too, because with the change of lights, the walls reflected a different colour. The entire place was wonderful and very spacious. Right about the most beautiful place that I had ever stepped into.

"You look impressed," He said to me.

"I am trying to understand why you hide this place from the rest of the world," I said to him and he just laughed at that.

"Not all that glitters is gold, Green," He only responded and started to move towards the screen TV that looked ten times the size of what I saw in Monica's living room, heading for the stereos.

I watched him from a distance.

"This place is gold," I responded.

It even smelt beautiful too. Just like in his car, I could not get over the sweet and strong smell of Cider that filled the air and tingled my olfactory lobes.

Michael seemed to be busy with what he was doing by the stereo.

"Do you live here alone?" I asked him.

He stopped and looked at me. Answered easily. "Yes."

"Why?" I tilted my head to ask him.

"Because it's nice to live alone," He gave a yawn basic answer that made me roll my eyes at him.

That made him laugh.

He really laughed at me.

"Look," He said to me eventually, "I just really value my privacy. That's all."

And he brought me here.

I only voiced that in my head.

"What about your brother?" I asked him.

"What about my brother?" He asked back.

"I mean…" I looked for how to pitch my words, "Why don't you live with him?"

There was an edge in the emotions on his face and I saw that I had asked a question that made him uncomfortable.

"You don't have to answer that," I said to him.

"No, no, it's cool," He was quick in his assurance to me, waving it off with a shake of his head, "Me and Alexander's relationship is just not strong enough."

Oh.

"And I doubt he'd even want to stand the thought of living with me," Michael said to me.

I sighed. This Alexander was really a tough not to c***k, yeah?

"Is that why you asked about my brother?" He suddenly asked me.

I was thoroughly confused.

"You mumbled stuff about my brother that I wasn't able to catch," He told me, "Are you trying to understand the dynamic of our awful relationship?"

"Well, a little," I answered awkwardly.

"Do you have a sibling?" He asked me.

"I am an only child," I revealed to him, "But, if I had a sister, I don't think we'd hate each other. "

What I said had an effect on Michael.

I saw that on his face.

"I don't hate Alexander," He said to me.

He seemed sincere too.

That softened me up.

"I don't hate him at all," He said to me.

And I completely believed him.

"And as much as it looks otherwise, my father does not hate him too," He told me, "Everyone's just worried about him."

There was something in his voice that made me feel more sorry for the entire situation than I ever even was.

"I can totally understand that," I said to him.

"And I am sorry for the whole thing that happened in the Head Room the other day," He said to me.

"You've apologised many times for that." I told him.

"I know, but really, I am sorry," He said to me, "I begged him to just try to tolerate us for those few minutes and I guess that was too much for me to ask."

"Damn…." I muttered.

"Alexander is not a bad guy," Michael assured me, "Really, he isn't."

"I believe you," I told him.

"You will see for yourself when you start working with him," Michael told me, "At first, he's hard to deal with but with the right measures, he can 'cooperate'."

I really hoped so.

Michael was back to his stereo, and that comfortable silence was back between us.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

My response was Jazz music playing from the Speakers immediately.

That answered my question.

Reflexively, a smile came upon my face and I couldn't even hide how happy the fine tune of violin and sweet sounds of trumpets made me feel.

"Mm, this is beautiful," I said to him as he walked towards me with a smile on his face, extending a hand to me.

I took it gladly.

"You're a fan of Jazz Music, I see," He said to me, and I was more than happy to answer that.

"I love Jazz Music," I told him.

"Favorite genre?" He raised a brow as he smoothly twirled me around in the air and caught me lightly, like I weighed a feather.

"Nope," I answered, "RnB."

He stopped. "Should I switch to RnB?"

"No!" I laughed at how adorable he was asking me, " I like this. It's perfect."

"Well, then, dance with me," He said to me and it was like his command, the song had majored up in volume and it was all I ndded to lose myself.

In all of this.

In all of him.

My God, I felt like I was in a dream. A sweet dream that I never ever wanted to get out of and as I moved in slow paces, syncing with every movement of Michael, I wished that this could last forever and ever. I wanted to do this with Michael for as long as I could. Dance with him. Be with him. At this point, I did not even care if it was too fast, all I wanted was for this moment to last for good.

He was the most beautiful creature in the world and he looked at me like I was the most precious thing too. He looked at me like he would not have wanted anything more. Like I was all that he needed to breathe.

If this was not Love, then I did not want to know whatever else it was.

And for the first time since my time with hum, I actually felt so much happier just being with Michael McAllister, than staying in Ciel.