Fate's deception

CHAPTER 3 : Aria's point of view

As I packed up my dancing gear in my locker and changed back into my normal casual clothes after the show, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. The crowd had been particularly rowdy that night, and I was glad to be done with the performance. I was on my way to the bathroom to do some touch-ups on my makeup when I heard Kylie call my name, her voice echoing through the dimly lit hallway.

I followed her to her office, the sound of my heels clicking on the floor, the only noise breaking the silence. As I entered the office, I couldn't help but notice the look of concern etched on her face. Kylie was a tough woman, but I had never seen her look so worried.

"You called for me, boss?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

Kylie nodded, her eyes darting around the room before finally settling on me. "Yes, I have a request. One of the shareholders of this Pub has come to inspect. He heard you were quite famous around here, and he would like to see what you have got."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "See what I have got? How? Should I do another performance?"

Kylie shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "No, Aria, honey, he is a very important person. He requires a private show."

I felt my heart skip a beat as I processed her words. A private show? I had never done one before, and I wasn't sure I was comfortable with the idea. I looked at Kylie, trying to gauge her reaction.

"Private... show? Boss, you know we have agreed that I wouldn't do those," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Kylie's expression turned serious, and she leaned forward, her eyes locked on mine. "Yes, I understand, but you also have to understand that if you don't do it, he will pull out his shares from my pub. I know it's not ideal, but I'm afraid we don't have a choice. I do not want to lose this pub or go bankrupt. I need your help , pretty please . "she said in a way that made me feel pity for her.

I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as I looked into Kylie's pleading eyes. She had done so much for me, and now she was asking for my help. I thought about all the times she had mentored me, taught me how to dance, and encouraged me to reach the top. I owed her at least this one favor.

I took a deep breath and let out a sigh. "Okay, fine. I will do it, but I have one condition." I said, trying to sound confident.

Kylie's face lit up with hope. "What is it, Aria? I'll do anything."

I hesitated for a moment before speaking. "He is not allowed to touch me." I said firmly, trying to hide the doubt in my voice.

Kylie frowned, but she quickly nodded. "Alright, I will let him know. But you have to promise me you'll do your best to impress him, okay?"

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. We shook hands, and I left her office, making my way back to the locker room. I changed into my best stripping lingerie, my heart pounding in my chest.

As I entered the dimly lit room, the sound of sultry music filled the air, and I caught sight of a tall, brooding figure seated on a plush couch. The lights flickered and went out, and a single spotlight shone down on me, illuminating my curves and accentuating my movements. I began to dance, my body swaying to the rhythm as I twirled around the pole, my hands sliding up and down its length as I worked the crowd. But there was only one person in the room, and his eyes were fixed on me, burning with intensity. Cash was flying everywhere, which made me feel like he was satisfied.

As the music came to an end, I made a move to leave, but a deep, commanding voice stopped me in my tracks. I turned to face him, and the lights flickered back on, illuminating his chiseled features. He stood up, his broad shoulders and muscular chest making him seem even larger than life. His dark hair was perfectly messy, and his piercing blue eyes seemed to bore into my soul. He was even more stunning up close, and I felt my heart racing in my chest as he approached me. I could smell his odor as he got closer . He had a woody , spicy, quit, strong scent. I could guess he was a wolf .

I almost melted from the sight of him. His eyes seemed to see right through me, and his presence was suffocating, yet exhilarating. My heart pounded in my chest as he spoke, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

"Something was missing from that performance. " he said, sounding serious. My heart started pounding very fast , and my hands got sweaty. "What could that be , sir ? " I asked in curiosity. He smiled a little, which calmed me. " A lap dance."he said with a little smirk on his face. My nerves started shooting up the roof again. " Well , I am sorry to disappoint you, but I do not do lap dances. " . I said, trying my best to sound confident.

He got closer to me until we were inches apart, his warm breath dancing across my skin. His scent was intoxicating, a heady mix of wood and spice that made my senses reel. His eyes burned with intensity as he gazed at me, his voice low and husky as he spoke.

" Ohh, really now ? " he asked sarcastically. " Yes," I said while looking down . He lifted my chin in a way that forced me to look up at him. He started slowly touching my lips with his thumb. " Can I at least see who you are behind the mask? " I almost lost myself as he was touching my lips in an immensely seductive way.

As his other hand started approaching my mask , I quickly snapped out of it. I felt a jolt of fear as his hand reached for my mask, and I quickly pulled away, my heart racing. I turned and ran to the door, flinging it open and escaping into the bright lights of the hallway. I didn't stop until I was back in the safety of the locker room, the door closed and locked behind me. I leaned against it, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.