Reborn As His Obsession

Chapter 15

Despite Ivy's warning, I still picked the call. I wanted to know why she portrayed Fred as an evil person.

“Hello Babe, I had been trying to reach you since the last time,” Fred said from the other side of the call.

I stayed silent, unsure if I should be speaking to him.

“You know I actually pulled some strings to get you hired at your dream art gallery. Have you received the mail yet?”

“I have,” I said in response.

“Alright babe, I got to go. Take care of yourself.” With that last statement, he ended the call.

That was Bella's boyfriend, and I didn't know the dynamics of their relationship. I had barely seen anything about him in Bella's diary. Did he know the type of work his girlfriend did as a stripper, and was he comfortable with it?

Ivy had warned me that he was bad news, but with the way he put effort into getting Bella's dream job for her, it made him sound like a total gentleman.

I sucked in a deep breath. I couldn't just judge a person from one encounter. I'd have to be cautious around him just like Ivy said. If Bella was actually scouting for a new job, it meant that she had already planned to abandon her work as a stripper. Or maybe she planned to juggle both—working at the art gallery in the day, and being a stripper at night.

Whatever Bella's plans were, I didn't know what it was. One thing was sure for today, I would go grocery shopping and later accept to meet Mr. Dom at night. A bit of curiosity could not hurt and even if I was going to be naked, this wasn't my body that I was exposing.

This could be my chance to enjoy the thrill that I never had the chance to feel while with Steve.

I had a quick shower in Bella's minimalistic bathroom. I actually missed the luxury of the jacuzzi at Steve's mansion. Bella's apartment wasn't bad, but it wasn't as luxurious as my home with Steve.

Afterwards, I made a list of everything I was going to shop for. Some fresh food, processed meals and not forgetting my favourite soda, and toiletries too.

I got a message from Ivy as I already headed out of my apartment.

“Pheww. The compensation has come through. I received a thousand bucks.”

I smiled at the message. “That's good.”

Ivy: I know right. See you later in the evening.

As I headed to the supermarket and picked all the essentials that I needed— a few bottles of milk, sausages, bread and other edibles, I noticed something wasn't adding up.

Bella's bank account statement had huge amounts of payments that entered it. The senders of the money had the description of popular high end clubs. It meant that she was actually making a lot of money from her job.

However, there was something strange, that she sent most of the money out in huge amounts to a particular account. I tried to scroll through the bank account and try to find out who she was sending the money to, but I couldn't access any information about that.

The least amount of money that she had sent to the strange account was eighty thousand dollars and the highest was two hundred thousand dollars.

Was she in some sort of debt or something related to that? Was that why she had said in her diary that some bad guys were after her?

I put the phone into my pocket as I continued loading my trolley with the items I needed.

When I got to the cashier to pay, I saw a familiar person also standing in line to pay. She was the first on the line and her card had kept declining.

I recognized her as a friend from high school when I was still Bianca. The least I could do for her was to cover her bills.

I stepped in and used my credit card to pay for all her items.

My highschool friend thanked me until I almost started feeling embarrassed from all the appreciation she showered on me.

I'm sure she'd tell the people close to her that a benevolent stranger paid off all her groceries, not knowing that it was her high school friend trapped in another body that footed her bills.

I paid for my items and walked out of the supermarket while juggling all the bags. I was still getting used to the fact that Bella didn't have a car like I did in my past life.

From the records of all the money she had been sending out to that strange number, the amount was more than enough to get her a car.

I finally reached home with the ride I ordered and began settling all the items I bought in place.

The first thing I did was to throw out the donuts, stock the fridge and pantry with my own edibles.

Since my mind was already made that I would meet Mr. Dom tonight, it wouldn't be a bad idea if I busied myself with learning how to dance to impress him.

When it got to late evening around 7pm, Ivy had already called to ask if I was ready for her to pick me.

I hurried towards Bella's closet and picked out something sexy. It was a mini skirt with a cropped black top. I packed my hair into a ponytail and wanted to tie it into a bun, but later changed my mind and let it fall on my shoulders.

I deepened the features on my face by applying some makeup. I didn't forget my mascara and thick red lipstick.

When I convinced myself that my looks screamed sexy in capital letters, I headed outside to meet Ivy at the parking lot.

My jacket was in my hand and I catwalked towards her car with my high heels.

“Wow girl, you look stunning!” Ivy fangirled me as I entered the car. “You really want to make this man drool, don't you?”

“Do I really look good?” I asked as I double checked myself in her car mirror.

“Of course,” she said in her bubbly voice and revved the car engines to the hotel that I was supposed to meet him.

The ride seemed to drag for a long time. I would be lying if I said I wasn't having an unsettling feeling in my chest. Did I really want to do this? I knew there was still a high chance that I could tell Ivy to turn the car around. The system hadn't given me a task of accepting to meet this man, so anything I was doing was a decision of my own.

I took a deep breath as the tires came to a halt in front of a magnificent building. There was a water fountain spilling at the gate, magnificent and a lovely sight to behold.

I alighted from the car and Ivy wished me luck and zoomed off.

“I'm here to see Mr. Dom,” I introduced myself.

When the man at the gate ushered me into the mansion, it became clear to me that this wasn't a hotel or a suite. It was simply a house that was built to resemble something magnificent—this was Mr. Dom's house.

The man who led me into the house kept stealing glances at my exposed cleavage. I knew I should have worn that jacket right from the car.

There was a tall cactus in the corner of the corridor. It looked so flourishing that I wondered if it was a real plant or not.

We ascended a winding staircase until we got to a room. “The boss said you should wait here, naked.”

Without waiting for my response, the man who escorted me left. He said the word ‘naked’ like it was nothing to me. Perhaps he was used to his boss directing him to give instructions to women that the word didn't feel heavy for him to mention.

I wore lace stockings under my miniskirt and my blouse pushed up my boobs and gave me a nice cleavage reveal.

I was sure that I looked more sexy in these clothes than even being naked. The room windows were plain glass and I could see the rest of the city from where I stood. The room had a soft golden glow from the chandelier that hung in the middle.

I felt a bit bored as I waited for the client from the club to emerge. I had already practiced a lot of seductive moves from what I watched and read.

I heard footsteps approaching and I prepared myself to meet him.

He was dressed more formally than the last time. He wore a well ironed shirt with the sleeves folded, paired with long black pants.

“Good evening sir,” I said, trying to drag out my voice for a seductive impression.

“And who are you?” He asked in a tone that sounded quite rude. “What are you doing here?” He added without even waiting for my response to the first statement.

I felt a bit startled. Had he forgotten me already?

I composed myself and moved closer to him. Maybe this was his way of throwing sensual questions at the dancers. Perhaps I also had to introduce myself in a sensual way.

“I'm the dancer that you chose from the night club,” My hand was already running around my body. He gave me a look like he wasn't impressed.

“I said naked.” Before I could give a response, I felt his hand grabbing the flimsy fabric of my outfit and he tore it from my chest down to my groin region.

“Don't try too hard to impress. Learn to listen to instructions if you want to keep your job.”

My eyes welled up with tears as I looked at my half torn clothing.

“Take off the rest and let's begin.” He ordered.