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"Are you a stripper or something?" Theodore asks, slurring his words. He doesn't look scared or angry at my presence, he's just confused.
Once the shock of being caught begins to dissipate a bit, I realize that Theodore is completely drunk. His black button down shirt is wet and half the buttons are open, his hair is disheveled and his eyes are red and wild, and he is swaying on his feet as he looks at me.
He just gave me the perfect alibi, what kind of stupid b***h would I be if I didn't follow it?
"Yes, Sugar, I'm a stripper. The best one in town," I answer with a smile and what I think is a sexy voice, while trying to hide my shaky hands, "I was waiting for you. Took you long enough to get here."
Theodore frowns and I know he's about to ask what the f**k I'm doing in his closet, but I start walking towards him to distract him, trying to be sexy.
"What the..."
"Your friends wanted to surprise you, they sent me here," I say before he can even ask. Theodore walks backwards with every step I take to get closer to him, as if that tower of a man is scared of little old me, until we’re back in his room, "How do you want me, Sir?"
That maybe was a bit much, but I just want to distract him enough so he doesn't think too hard about what the hell I was doing in his closet.
Theodore considers my words in his drunken brain, but he's not fazed by my presence at all, he's not yelling that he's going to call the cops or something. So, I guess, of all the ways I could get caught, this is the best one.
I just have to pretend to be a stripper. But to be honest, it won't be that hard.
Some would even say it's part of my omega nature, to be a w***e.
Besides, Theodore is a very handsome man, even in this drunken state. His masculine features are perfect on his face. He has lovely full lips, a straight nose, bushy black eyebrows over the deepest black eyes and a head full of black hair. He’s very tall too, six foot five at least, his shoulders are broad and although he smells like someone poured gallons of alcohol on him, I know he smells quite delicious normally because of the scent still lingering in his room.
If all customers were like Theodore, I'd actually be a stripper and I wouldn’t have to do s**t like this.
{ Theodore }
I've never been interested in strippers, it's not like I need them... but this woman right here is beautiful.
At first I was confused at her presence in my closet, but when she started walking towards me with all the seduction in the world in her every step, it all made sense and suddenly I find myself considering the situation.
While I'm still considering it, I take a couple more steps back so she doesn't catch up to me.
"If you want a dance, you can start by sitting on your bed," she instructs me, her deep voice literally sounds like pure seduction.
What will she do to me? Okay, considering she's a stripper, I know there's only one thing she's here to do, but... should I accept it?
Everything inside me is screaming yes. Even my wolf is waking up and taking an interest in what's going on, pushing me to do something to accept this woman's advances. But I'm not so sure.
What if this is just a test on Isabella's part to check if I would cheat on her?
"Wait, who sent you? What friend?"
"Tony... or Tommy, something like that," she answers easily, reaching over to me and placing a hand on my chest. Her touch burns on my bare skin and it makes me throw all my doubts overboard, especially when she pushes me gently to guide me to my bed and makes me sit my ass there.
It's just a gift, right? I can't be rude, I should just accept it... wait, who the hell is Tony or Tommy?
"I-I don't know any Tony or Tommy," I mumble out loud, but she doesn't stop. Before I know it, I have her sitting on my lap and I can only lift my gaze to meet her green eyes, completely full of fire.
Everything inside me starts to tremble, my mind clouds over and my every instinct starts a revolution. Suddenly, it doesn't matter if this is a test from my girlfriend or if my unknown friends sent her, I just want to touch her.
My chest is burning because of her hand and my heart is pumping hard as if it wants to jump out to be touched by her too. My wolf is howling inside my mind, making me breathe hard to catch as much of her sweet scent as possible.
So I give in, I reach up to grab her hair and pull her to me until I have her lips on mine. Then I give her the most intense kiss I've ever had.
I even lose track of time and space for a moment, just kissing her hard while her hands touch me all over, as if she's as interested in me as I am to her.
Except that, suddenly, she breaks the kiss.
"You know what? I think I got the wrong house," she says, confusing me again as she stands up from my body, "I'm sorry, handsome. I think I was actually sent to your neighbor, not you."
"What? But..." I can't say anything else because the stripper runs out the door to get out of here sooner than I can comprehend in my drunk ass brain, "Wait! What's your name?!"
She doesn't answer, I can only hear her running down the stairs.
My wolf pushes me to follow her immediately so I do, I run after her but it's too late because I can see her getting out the front door and then running out with all her might until she disappears.
"What the f**k?" I ask out loud, absolutely confused. Why the hell did she leave like this, like she was running away from me?
Is she seriously going to my neighbor?
I grab my phone and search my contacts for someone named Tony or Tommy, but there's no one. f**k, maybe she actually got the wrong house.
I sigh with disappointment and go upstairs again to do what I came here to do before I found that mystery woman in my room: sleep until the alcohol is out of my system.
I go back to my room and start taking off my clothes, except when I take off my pants, I look for my wallet and it's not here.
I know for a fact that I had it in my pocket before I got out of the cab when I got here because I've been guarding my wallet like it’s my first child for a week now.
But it's not here.
Oh, s**t.
That beautiful stripper stole my wallet. My heart stops when I realize.
I don't give a s**t about the money or the cards, but the ring was there.
My mom's ring, the one I’m going to use to propose to my girlfriend.
I need to get it back.
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