The Billionaires Crazy Stripper

04

“You’re really not going to kiss me again?”

My face is already as red as a strawberry as I adjust his clothes. We’re in front of the company building, and he’s been asking for kisses all over his face like a twelve year old kid. It’s cute. And I’m tired of blushing. “Jesus, you’re going to be late,”

He’s chuckling again. “Baby, you made me come here an hour before my interview. I’m quite sure I can lose a few more minutes staring at the beautiful gaze of my girlfriend,”

“Stop,” I drawl, my smile growing even more. “And leave, please? Thank you. I have somewhere to be,”

I don’t have anywhere to be but I know it’s the only thing that’ll get him off me. And it works. He grabs my head and quickly places a kiss on my forehead before he rushes up the stairs of the building, waving at me before he enters it.

I stand there like a proud housewife watching him go in.

And just like that, the light in my life dies.

The usual anxiety and depression sinks into my bones as the world around me loses its colour. The noise from the road blares into my head and the fact that the possibility of germs crawling up my skin almost causes me to throw up but I ignore it.

I’m going to go home and (I know you’ll think I’m about to say drink but you’re dead wrong) clean the house. I’m sure there are some spots I need to find. And I need to change the sheets, arrange the plates and—

“Miss Cadel,”

That voice.

I look up, and right there on the stairs is a face I had seen only once and prayed that I wouldn’t see again.

Mr Vance.

“You sprout up where you’re unwanted like a demon,”

For the first time since I met the man, he actually smiles. It’s polite, slightly amused as he says, “My boss will like to see you, and please, try not to say no even though you clearly want to. And don’t run. We’d rather not make a scene—”

“You think I give a f**k about that?” I can feel angry rising up my chest now. They’re people staring but I do not care. “I don’t have a lick of shame, Vance darling. I will run, and hopefully, I get run over by a car and die.”

“That would make a mess and we both know you don’t like messes,” Vance says without a shred of emotion in his voice. “I did not wish to say this part of the message but Liam might meet some… unfortunate circumstances if you don’t follow me, Miss Cadel,”

What?

The anger dissolves to fear now. My eyes fly to the building, but the glasses aren’t see-through. An uncomfortable sensation wells in my stomach as the urge to vomit climbs up my throat. “He’s a loser if he touches him,”

“I’m quite sure he’ll appreciate hearing that from you.”

Fuck.

Fuck.

“Where is he?”

“Right up there,”

… what?

I look up at the huge building, and almost immediately, I sense it. All the hairs on the back of my neck go up again, just like it did when I felt his eyes on me. And even though I can’t see him, I know that he’s watching from the highest point of the building.

Asshole. Devil. Psychopath.

The fear eventually gives way to anger when I find myself sitting in his office. Vance had taken me through another door, giving me the courtesy of Liam not seeing me. And after getting into an elevator, here I am.

I try to fixate on the office, try to find anything out of place but nothing is. Not even the array of fountain pens he’s left on the table. And I hate it.

“He’s actually very brilliant, I’m pleasantly surprised,”

His voice comes from behind me, very closely behind me. I don’t dare move as I feel his hands rest on my shoulders. How did I not hear him? How did he get that close? “Is that your type? Brilliant and happy? A compliant man?”

“It doesn’t matter, does it? You’ll never be like him,”

“That’s a fallacious statement, Miss Cadel. I can be anything I want to be,” His hands go off my skin and the place where his touch once was burns. It burns like cold ice. My eyes follow him as I watch him turn to his seat, his table between us as he faces me. “But I don’t have to do any of that, do I? You already know what I am. And you aren’t scared of me,”

“I am, okay?” I swallow, my chest hurting. “I’m extremely terrified of you,”

“Because of your boyfriend,” His finger slowly drums on the table. “You haven’t really cared about anything I’ve done, have you? You haven’t tried reporting to the police about what happened with the death you saw, you haven’t sold the watch. I’ve watched you for days on end, even sending a message to make you know that I am, and yet, you’ve done nothing. The only time I see true fear from you, is this… person, being involved. You must care for him, even more than yourself. But why? He’s so… mundane. I don’t understand it,”

“I’m in love with him. You clearly don’t f*****g understand how that works,”

“I do not,” He shrugs. “But I want to. Your instincts make it clear that you care about nothing and no one. You have debts to pay, and your entire existence is lifeless. You have no goals or motivations. But him… he gives you… life. I want it,”

I can’t help the way the scoff leaves my throat. “That’s not how it f*****g works,”

“I won't hurt him. In fact, I’ll get him a job here, with good pay and a new house,” He says, tilting his head. “But I want to have s*x with you. Whenever I want. Wherever I want.”

“f**k you,”

“That’s the idea,”

I rise up from my seat. “I know you think you can just buy whoever the f**k you want—”

“I know I can’t buy you, or your v****a, I’m fully aware,” He rises from the floor. “But I know you’ll say yes to this. Just the same way I knew you’ll come the second he was brought here,”

There’s another emotion welling in me. I don’t know the name of it but it makes me want to lunge at him and scream into his face. It has tears coming to my eyes but I don’t let it go down as I hiss, “You are sick, okay? Doing this? Because why the f**k would you want to even make me do this?! It could have been anyone! You could make someone else’s life miserable! Why me?!”

“Because,” His voice still maintains the soft timbre it always had since the first day we met as he starts walking to me. “You being able to stay sane though everything that has happened means that you have an affinity for it. It means that I can’t break you like everyone else. And I do want you to fall in love with me. I want what he has. I want you because you can love someone like me and survive it,”

He stops directly in front of me, his crystalline eyes scanning my face. “Plus, it wouldn’t hurt to f**k the most beautiful woman I’ve seen in a very long time,”

My hands move before I can stop myself but he catches it without blinking. Pain blooms through my entire wrist as he grips it tight. I bite into my lower lip, trying to stop the scream that wanna erupt out of my throat. He doesn’t even look like he’s feeding on my pain, or disgusted by him. His eyes are completely empty as he suddenly pins me to the table with his body and says, “He’s right in the room opposite this one. I want you to have s*x with me now, knowing he might hear you, while he’s right there. And if you say yes, I’ll call and make sure he gets the job,”