The Billionaire’s Stripper

CHAPTER 27

"I'm sorry, what?"

That was me to Michael McAllister as he just spilled those words put of his mouth.

Shock could not even cut it.

"I told you that I wanted to come to your home?" I repeated what I had heard him say. What I think I understood him to have said. My tone was clear and evident enough that this was a shock to me in so many ways that I could not even bring myself to completely show forth.

I did not know exactly how to feel.

Mr Sanchez had put me on a timer with this task and I had been asking myself how on earth I was going to get myself to open my mouth and ask Michael McAllister such a thing.

Especially since he, Mr Sanchez had made it clear that this was a thing that Michael McAllister particularly took to me a confidential thing.

I only wondered how I may have asked him.

What I could have said.

How much I could have said.

But, if he did not seem angry or displeased, then maybe, I did not say anything that I should not have said.

I mean, right?

"I was surprised when you did," He said to me, "I wondered why you would have wanted to come to my place, but, if that was your wish, then there is no need refusing you."

He said that so casually.

I almost could not believe how casual he was saying it, and the car was already long riding on the road, and I didn't pay much attention to anything else than him.

"Really?" I asked him.

"Yes." He answered.

"But, isn't that confidential to you?"

I swear it, it slipped out of my mouth before I had the chance to stop myself and I almost slapped a hand over it in shock.

But, I knew that I had to act quick and not make it seem too suspicious a thing to say. Acting like I had blurted it out by accident would only arouse that suspicion that I did not want.

"Because, you know, I had always felt that bringing someone to your personal home is a personal ordeal. Not just anyone can come be brought into your home, you know," I said.

With relief in my heart, I watched the slight confusion that was on his pale face morph into something more relatable, a facial expression that showed that he could completely understand and relate to everything that I was saying.

"I do think that way," He mentioned.

I knew that.

I was convinced that I was able to make it seem like I was stating the way I felt about it instead of stating some fact about him that I would not even be able to begin to explain to him how I came to know.

Not everyone had some discretion hovering around their home.

Me, for one, I did not give two shits.

The only reason that I would stop Michael McAllister from seeing myplace is because it does not go in line with the image I was trying to portray to him. That was the only reason. There was no deeper reason or some deep confidentiality purposes that hovered around it.

I just did not want this man to know that I was a broke a*s b***h.

"So, you don't trust me, Green?" He asked me out of the blue.

"Where did that come from?" I asked back.

There was a smile, a very little one that tugged there at the base of his lips and he did not look offended or sound offended, he rather sounded like he was about to make a light joke, smirking and glancing at me in occasional seconds as his eyes majorly fixated on the road and on the steering wheel that he was handling.

"I mean, you haven't invited me to your place before," He said to me.

"There is nothing much to see there." I answered rather bluntly.

"Looks like a nice Mansion to me," He chose to counter and there was visibm confusion registered on my face.

That was when it occured to me that he was talking about Monica's Mansion.

The same Mansion that I had been indirectly decieving him into thinking belonged to me the whole entire time, and I guessed for a moment, I may have forgotten that teeny tiny detail off my lie.

Gosh, lying was so hard. So f*****g hard. Was this how much one had to constantly keep all the details in their head with the hopes of keeping one big lie instact? Was that not too tasky? Or, I don't know, too exhausting? I was already tired.

But, if I needed to pull this off, I needed not to be tired or constantly mentally groan from time to time, so with a smile on my face, I decided to keep it all up.

"Well, in my defence, I asked you that you could come anytime that you wanted," I reminded him, "Just, let me know. That's all."

"Got it. You don't like surprises," He said to me, concurring.

I smiled at his understanding. "Exactly."

There was some silence between us for a moment. Once again, it was a calm air, a comfortable quietness that prevailed between us, and it leaves room for thought.

However, in that silence, so many things ran through my head.

"You really trust me," I voiced one of them right out to the hearing of Michael McAllister.

"Is there any reason I shouldn't?" He asked me back, a rhetorical sound to his voice and the question made me flinch harder than I intended to.

Instantly, I felt so much guilt wash me over.

In that moment, I rephrased my thinking, the worst part of constantly lying was not the tiredness or the exhaustion that came from trying to remember all the butsand pieces that made up the big lie.

No, that was not the worst part of it all.

The worst part of lying was the guilt that washed over you without mercy or control. It was a kind of guilt that you could nor control. One that no one could control. It ate you up, tore you apart, and rendered you in a spree of self torment and self hatred.

I hated myself at that point.

Here this man was, breaking all the principles that he had set for himself, breaking all his protocols. And, for me. For me! A woman who did not even deserve it. A woman who was only but a bundle of deciet wrapped up in perfect brown hair and pretty green eyes.

It was not my intention to make Michael McAllister fall in love with me.

It was only my intention to stay in Ciel.

However, when the COO started to find an interest in me, I did not read too much seriousness into it. I did not think it would have led to anything that serious. I did not expect him to have really gone all out.

But, he did.

And as much as I loved the attention. And genuinely, I was starting to feel for him those things that he said he felt for me, the fact that nothing about us was for real made me feel really awful.

How long was I going to be able to keep this up?

Really? How long would I be able to pull this off before it backfired in my face?

Now, here was this man, carrying the vry weapon that was going to be the mass destruction for his company and everything that his family had built right there in his car….

All in the name of Trust.

Bloody Trust.

"You barely even know me," I said to him.

He was driving, but he had turned fully to me for a moment, like the moment that he had heard me say that, it had actually really dawned on him.

Granted, we had been moving fast.

So, so fast.

Too fast, if I was even being honest.

So, it would not have occured to him that he may have been making a drastic mistake until it was shoved at his face.

But, why was I doing this?

Maybe to save him. Maybe to not give him a reason to bring me there to his home? A reason to not bring his downfall?

"You barely know me, Michael," I said to him, "Do you go around trusting every woman that your eyes meet?"

"That's the thing, Green," He said to me, "I not one to easily fall. Or trust."

So, then, why….?

"But, if this sounds cheesy, then so it be, because everytime that I see you, it feels to me like I am under some kind of spell that I cannot bring it in me to control. Something dark, but pretty. Strong, but soft. It's a spell control that I am not even willing to get out of." He said to me.

Oh, God…

"And, I feel like you are the perfect image of what I want in a woman," He said to me, "I feel like you are perfect. And compelling enough to earn my trust."

In his defense, it was easy to trust the people that you were in love with.

Oh, God, was I screwed though.

"I am not that perfect," I muttered.

He heard me.

"Theoritically, no one is," He said to me, "But, to me, you are the peak of perfection."

I noticed that we stopped riding and for a moment, I was confused, right up before I raised my head to look in front of me and have my mouth drop in awe of the magnificence that I was staring face to face with.

"Welcome, Green," Michael said to me, a smile on his face as drive in through the Grand gates that looked like they were made of gold, "Welcome to my humble Abode. "