The Billionaire’s Stripper

CHAPTER 31

I woke up on Monday Morning, dreading the whole entire day.

There was so much to consider and indeed, so much even more to dread. To begin with, the entire night after Michael had dropped me off at Monica's place, and the following Sunday after it, I had made it a mission to ignore the hell out of him.

He had texted me good night and I had not responded. On the morn of Sunday, he had wished me a happy morning, but I failed to even respond that too. When he tried calling me, I hund up the call.

I couldn't.

I just couldn't.

I could not bring myself to continue being such a liar and an asshole to him, and stand the chance of hurting him just as soon as I had started to fall for him.

He loved me already, I had rnremind myself, so definitely if I told him the truth early enough, he may not hate me.

He may not.

There was a possibility that he would still loathe my guts. I had been looking for ways to break the truth to him without losing the respect he has for me or the job at Ciel, but every decision I came up with screamed a big red flag.

For that reason, I could not even bring myself to talk to him and pretend like everything was dismissed or under the rug until he knew the truth.

I couldn't bring myself to tell him the truth. Or at least, to think of a good way to do it.

Hence, I could not bring myself to talk to him.

Unfortunately, I had work today and I was beyond certain that he was going to come for me. Worse still, today is the day that his brother, Alexander, starts work with us in Ciel and also, the same day that I had to start my job task of 'taming' him.

So much wasin stalk for the day.

There was so much to dread for the day.

I already felt exhausted before the day had begun.

"Are you okay?" Quinn asked me as we sat there at the back of Monica's house, heading towards Ciel, and I nodded subtly because I did not have the strength to talk.

Usually, I would tell Quinn every details that went down in my life, but the truth was that as of now, I did not just have the energy to talk about virtually anything.

"Did you tell him?" Quinn asked me.

I snapped out of my reverie to the girl who sat by me, moping a me with big, pretty almond shaped eyes.

"Huh?" I stammered in confusion.

"Did you?" She asked me again, repeating herself, "Did you tell Michael McAllister that you were backing out from taking the deal to tame his brother?"

"No." I answered Quinn.

Her reaction was everything I did no even expect. Before I even had a chance to register the look of disappointment on her face, Quinn was blowing her top and screaming out profanities without control, scaring the life out of me and I guess that of Monicas' to because the next thing I knew was that the car was coming to a screeching stop and we were nearly driving into a ditch.

In alarm, Monica had whipped her head so fast to the both of us at the back seat.

"Hey, is everything okay?!" She asked us immediately, a look of worry and concern was marrying her face like a man to his bride as she quickly parked the car at one side of the road, "Jeez, you guys scared the literal f**k out of me!"

Quinn was quick to report me, and she did so to Monica without even pause.

"Remember that emo d**g dealer guy who's i********: I showed you yesterday?" She first asked Monica.

"Yeah?" Monica nodded as she recalled.

Meanwhile, I was trying to say, "He's not a d**g dealer.—"

But Quinn cut me off without apology.

"Rach wants to 'tame' him, b***h!" She reported my a*s to Moinica.

Monica looked at me like I had grown a horn on my head and hair on my face.

"b***h, are you insane!?" She exclaimed at me and I sighed wth a face palm as she carried on with her rant, "That guy screams everything sinister. Why would you even associate yourself with him?!"

"You guys are aware that Lyon f*****g McAllister, himself, asked me to do this, right?" I had to remind the girls.

"So? You had a choice to decline," Monica argued.

"Well, I didn't," I told her.

"Well, you still can," She didn't stop.

"Please can we just stop blowing things out of proportion?" I asked the both of them, "Yes, I get it that there is something off about him, but you guys are legit making it look like I signed a deal with the devil."

Quinn frowned and said, "What's the difference?"

"I will be fine," I said to them, "I talked with Michael on Saturday night and believe me, his brother is not nearly as bad as you guys think he is. Michael says he's not that bad a person."

"So, why can't they handle their family black sheep without pulling you into it, then?" Monica asked me.

"Well, I don't know," I shrugged.

"Just turn around and go back to Rachel's house, Monica," Quinn said to Monica.

"Wait, what?" I frowned at hearing that.

"Maybe if she missed out work for today and failed to show up for Alexander McAllister, she will lose her job," Quinn was still talking to Monica.

I nearly lost my mind when Monica started reverse on the wheel in adherence to that.

"What the f**k!" I screamed in protest, "Would you guys f*****g STOP!" Now, I was the one blowing up now and raging at all of them with all my might, "You guys know that for once in my life, I have found a steady, good paying job that would change my whole life for the f*****g better and you want me to throw it away because of cowardice?!"

"It's not cowardice, it's cautiousness," Monica said to me.

"And you have lost many other jobs before, you will get a better one eventually," Queen said and I just could not even bring myself to believe what she was even saying to me right f*****g now.

"And so, I should keep losing more?" I asked her just so she could see how foolish she sounded.

"Rach, I am just looking out for you," Quinn said to me.

"Well, Quinn, I am not a child. Thank you very much." I told her.

Noticing that Monica was still driving back the road to my own house, I slammed a fist onto the back of her driver's seat, effectively startling the living s**t out of her.

"Can you stop driving?!" I screamed at her and immediately, she did.

She stopped the car with a mighty screech, nearly driving us into a nearby ditch and a silence slapped us immediately afterwards.

The silence was deafening.

The silence was insane.

Also, the silence was pregnant.

Filled with so many unsaid words.

Somehow, I knew how much words wanted to be let out into the open and I filled in for the many words that refuse to be said.

"I assure you, Quinn. I am fine," I said to her, "I am going to be careful and ensure that I do not let this guy be the Ansel in my life. You don't have to worry about anything."

I noticed that Monica was watching me, watching us, from the rear view mirror and with the look on her face, there was so much wistfulness, a bit of compassion, and a load of understanding in it.

"I will be fine," I said to Quinn. To Monica too. The both of them watched me and I hoped that they could see that I meant this and was not just saying it.

Sure, I was nervous. But, I knew I could take this on. But...

"I can take this on," I said to Quinn.

"I know you can," She said to me, "There's nothing you can't do, Rach. I am just scared and worried for you."

I held her hands in mine.

"Well, there's no need to be," I said to her assuringly, and with a heavy heart, I supposed, Quinn nodded.

I didn't let go of her hands.

"Monica?" I looked back to her at the drivers seat, "Please, let's be on our way to Ciel."

Monica nodded slowly, and turned the steering back on the right track.

I was happy. I was satisfied.

This was just a job. I wouldn't die. As much as I was scared of how this was going to go, whether it would be a failure or a success, I knew that I would be fine.

What made me worried was how to break it to Michael McAllister, the whole truth there was to know about myself.

Not neccesary how to deal with his 'bad boy's brother.

In a few minutes, we were in front of Ciel and I was waving the girls goodbye as Iade my way into the building, and all the way, there were so many many though going on in my head.

Ciel Building bad never looked more intimidating to me before.

And believe me, on the first day that I had seen it, on that day of my building, inwas very nervous and scared, worrying about how things were going to go for me and that put me in a bad state of outright panic.

However, this was way worse.

And when I mean worse, I mean completely and without even comparison worse.

What I felt looking at this large magnanimous building was even by far worse.

With every step of the way, my heart was a beating mess. I walked into the building and braced myself for what may have been the worst for the day.

Somehow, I felt it deep in me that today was going to be one hell of a day. A day I would practically never forget.

Unfortunately, I was even wrong.

I walked into Ciel.