Sold As A Stripper To My Alpha

Chapter 4: The Alpha's Offer

Six years later, three months after my stay in a very large rented apartment where I was accommodated, which was owned by one Mrs. Irene Harvey, I gave birth.

I had gone to the medical doctors and they had confirmed I was pregnant with twins. So, I birthed them even without a house or getting something to feed them well, every day.

"My salary isn't paying me well!" I complained, as I peeped at my babies who were sleeping in the cot.

I came to realize I had not been paying my rent as I should, properly and regularly — I had often been paying a week or a few weeks after each scheduled time given to me.

My salary was nothing to write home about. I worked as a part-time employee, but all the same, I spent more than I was earning. I could not even imagine saving a larger part of my meager income for rent, since I now had children to cater for, and myself, as well.

It was a bright morning. I shunned the thought and went to take my bath. I was cleaning up as I rubbed my body with a towel and was heading to my make-over table. I looked right in the mirror.

Suddenly, I heard the doorbell, and then someone knocked.

"Oh, hold on!" I instructed the person knocking as I hadn't dressed up.

In a flash, different thoughts started to cross to and fro my mind within the short seconds of hearing the repeated knock, one after the other. I was thinking of who could be at the door.

Who would have come to see me this early? Who could it be, other than Mrs. Irene, the careless and uncaring landlady?

Then, I hurried and dropped the lotion I had in my hands. I quickly pressed perfume into my armpits, wrapped myself up again with the towel, and headed for the door. It could be Mrs Irene! I was worried.

When I opened the door, it was the same person I met. Mrs. Irene. I was scared to see her. I wondered why I was thinking of her, at that moment.

“Good morning to you, Mrs. Irene.” I greeted her, with a clear blush on my face and a feigned frown, which all covered my body.

“Good morning, Miss.” She replied quite humbly at first, her voice mixed with slight pity and displeasure at the same time. She was a bit moved by my ordeal. But then, she raised her voice again. “Hope you know you now owe me two months' rent, now?”

“Two months rent… I was actually just calculating it now, and…” I blabbered pitifully, “I realized today is the due…” I did not even complete my explanation, which wasn't coming as expected.

Suddenly, Mrs. Irene angrily interrupted my vague blabber, her both hands being raised up, as she signaled to me to keep quiet. I knew she was displeased by how I had delayed her money, which I should have paid for long, for my rent.

Shocked to see gestures, I stopped talking and my body shook and I looked back, slightly watching my babies in the cot. I began to think of how I would beg her.

But, Mrs. Irene was no easy woman. How would she ever listen to me?

Before I knew it, the woman had pasted a sheet of paper on the wall of my room. On it was written: 'outstanding payment of two months' rent.' "Now, you know you are not safe with the government anymore, until you pay my money!" She threatened, her eyes bulging at me.

She kept on threatening me, warning me to pay before the end of that day. “I am not too sure you know who you're dealing with!

"Ma'am, have pity on me for the sake of…" I begged her.

"The first time I came here, for the last months' rent, I had pity on you and asked you to pay the following week." Mrs. Irene shouted back at me. " Here you are, speaking gibberish!"

“I'm sorry, ma…” I pleaded to her again.

“Shhh! Hold on!” Mrs. Irene warned me in objection to my pleading. She seemed not to like being appeased fast, until she said all that was in her mind. “That day, you pleaded, and what did I say?” She asked me, looking me straight in the eyes.

“You said I could pay the rent regularly, , which way the following month…” I agreed, stuttering in embarrassment.

Mrs. Irene rolled her eyes at me disgustedly and shouted at me. “Don't you think you were not made for success…?

She went on to curse me. “Good luck will always elude you, stupid pauper!”

I did not utter a word, but deep down inside of me, I was pained. "Ohh…!" My voice came out a bit as I was displeased and saddened by what she said. I felt her words in my bones. Mrs. Irene watched my reaction and became silent for some seconds, but I could not tell if she was shocked and moved with pity, and regret for not having said that. I shrieked.

I tried to shun my feelings and just hear her say something, but then I begged her again, whether she would just leave, and perhaps come back to collect her money. Hopefully, I might get it and pay her whenever I am paid. “Ma, please … I'm so sorry for delaying the payment. It has actually not been easy for me. And, even the jobs I do at a go, only yield meager income…”

Mrs. Irene did not wait to hear all that I had to say, as soon as she saw the tears that fell off my face, and spoke gently with me. “It's okay, but make sure you pay me up before today ends. I'm sure you must have been saving up for a day…" she frowned her face, and was about to leave.

My heart cooled down a bit.

"Settle me quickly today, unfailingly! If not, you'll leave this house!” Mrs. Irene exclaimed, her mind pushed out of pity again, as she walked towards the door.

“Alright, ma!” I responded to her indecisively.

“Better, then! I would have to take my leave now. Until evening…” she concluded, stalking out of the house.

Very shortly after she left, I fell in my bed, and began to sob, uncontrollably.

I stood in bed, feeling so bad, and pained as I thought about the situation, especially the health of my babies. They were twins, one of them was a male, and the other was a female. My baby boy was suffering from jaundice, and I often took him to the hospital. Even the bills for treating him in the hospital were not fully paid yet. And, it was due!

"Ahh!" I screamed.

I was soaked in the depth of my thoughts, and became depressed, due to the situation that did not seem to act favorably on me, at all.

How on earth would I support three lives at once? How would I just survive the situation?

I looked up and down randomly, and was about to sit below the wooden part of my bed, to start thinking again, when I heard my phone ring.

I left my phone in the bed, so I went to pick it up. As I held the device so tightly, and tried to confirm by the name I saw on the screen, to check who was calling me, I realized it was Linda.

"Linda," I read aloud, asking myself. "Or who else do I know by this name?"

It had been a very long time since I had spoken with Linda! She was my friend back then, while I was with Alpha Trophimus, but I didn't remember more than that. I received the call, and she spoke first.

"Hello, Ariana…" She greeted me, her words having an eager tone, like she was going to announce good news to me. "How are you doing?"

"I am doing well, I hope you are having a wonderful time with your family over there as well. " I returned. I went on to inquire even more since it had been long since we had both talked together. "What about your work and everything?"

"All is going on smoothly and well… my dear." Linda responded, and continued, "I have an offer for you which can earn you fat money, if only you are ready…"

"Erm, you mean fat money…?" I interrupted her humbly, stressing the 'fat', almost doubting her. "What is it?" I asked her at the same time, in a jaunty manner. I was ready to do anything at all to make sure things became much better for me. Even if it demanded that I climb a tall tree to get money, I would gladly do it.

Perhaps Linda shouldn't have even bothered to ask me if I was ready. She didn't know my state anyway. Then, I revealed my mind to her, giving her a positive response. "I'm all ready for it Linda."

"Are you sure?" Linda asked again, making me feel somehow uninterested in the offer. But I would want to know the state of the job, if it wasn't something above my power.

I shrugged, where I was. I stood up and held a mug of tea onto my mouth. "So far… it is a legitimate task." I added, nearly feigning that I wouldn't do just anything for money. "Thank you. What does the job entail, please?"

"Can you sell yourself as a stripper for just one-night?" Linda asked me, talking straight to the point and hastily.

I was

very shocked to hear such a statement from her, that I gave no reply even while the call was still on.