The Stripper's Mafia Alpha

CH. 3 - Late Nights

Chapter Three .

Xenarya’s Point Of View .

At this point all I wanted was to undo my bun , get out of these darn shoes , remove this bra and just throw myself into my bed and sleep the rest of the week away . It is really unfortunate how we can’t always get what we want , don’t get me wrong … I actually do enjoy my job in a way but I am honestly just tired and overworked . Last night was still fresh on my mind and I honestly didn’t even have the time to dwell on it .

The days are long and the nights are even longer . Having a side hustle outside of work honestly just made my entire work experience feel longer . I am even shocked at how I have managed to keep my secret away from everyone in my work life including my boss . Stripping is honestly more than a side hustle at this point , it’s a part of who I am and a big part of my identity . I do more than just strip and dance in a club , I manage the books , the girls and overlook the overall operations in the club but I still have a nine to five job and believe me the nine to five part is a scam and the job gets overbearing .

Business has been hectic as of late and Mr McLaren randomly decided to open another office branch, which just added to my workload and spent even more time around the infuriating and frustrating Greek god of a man . Don’t get me wrong it’s not like I have a thing for my boss or anything, okay … maybe I do but who are you to judge , it’s not my fault that he is the dominant alpha male type that haunts my fantasies .

“It was nice doing business with you Mr Williams, enjoy the rest of your day and please feel free to contact our company should you wish to work with us on a more permanent basis,”

All I did was just smile and shake hands with everyone while Mr McLaren did all of the talking . The meeting had taken way more time than scheduled and I had spent way too many hours preparing for it the previous night so I was just glad it was over and I no longer had to take any notes .

“Ohhh , thank goodness !”

My voice came out as a low whimper as I closed the door and leaned my forehead against it just taking in a deep breath . The sun had long set and I was beyond exhausted so I did not even care about my boss being in the room as I just stood there with my head pressed up against the door … I needed a minute and so I took it .

“I will bring the necessary files to your office and send the digital copies and files to your email as well as back them up on the cloud . Enjoy the rest of your evening sir ,”

I didn’t even look at him as I fixed up my posture and started collecting all of the files , contract documents and cleaning up the boardroom table to make the cleaning ladies Jobs a bit easier as well as make sure no confidential information or document was left behind .

“Ummm …”

Chills immediately went down my spine as I felt his firm grip around my wrist . His hand was tight yet still gentle as he held onto my shoulder and slowly turned me around to face him .

“Is anything wrong sir ? Did you maybe need me to stay in the office a bit longer ?”

His forever calm and expressionless exterior made it hard to even guess what was going on in his mind . At this point I knew me McLaren well enough to know that he did not need much of a reason to fire anyone , if I’m being completely honest I low key think he might actually enjoy the process of firing people and find some sort of sadistic pleasure in it .

“You have been overworking yourself these days miss Reid, this is way past your working hours just go home ,I’ll lock the room and we can worry about work at the beginning of Tomorrow’s business day , not now ,”

I had absolutely no energy or will to even argue with him as I nodded my head yes . My eyes slowly went down to his hands still on me and his eyes soon followed my line of vision .

“Ummm , have a goodnight sir … I will just Ummm, leave now ,”

His charming smile caught me completely off guard as he let me go and moved out of the way for me to leave the room . To say the whole thing was a bit awkward would be beyond accurate , the man never even calls me by my first name so believe me when I say I was completely caught off guard by the entire scene .

You know when you are walking and you can just feel someone’s eyes burning on you just sending waves of paranoia your way ? Yeah that is what I was currently going through as I felt Mr McLaren’s eyes on me while I walked out the room making me a tad bit self conscious .

Instead of going home I decided to just go to my office and yes I had an office . The heels were the first thing off as soon as I walked into my small office . The sold couch cushions honestly just called out to me and calmed me down as I gave my feet a short massage just to put myself more at ease .

The more I sat on the couch ,the more relaxed that I got as I removed my red coat and leaned back into the couch . My hands soon found their way to my long blond locks and freed it from the tied bun that had been giving me a headache all day .

What should I make for dinner ? Yeah ,no I’m definitely not cooking tonight but what should I order ? Maybe I should get something on my way home Instead of just getting food delivered . Does my makeup still look okay of I’m just walking around looking a hot mess ? My hands slowly moved around my scalp just trying to release as much tension as possible while I tried to not think about the handsome devil literally in the next room .

It didn't take long for me to grab my massage oil from the desk in that side table as I decide I might as well just massage my neck and shoulders before having to drive home . I was too deep in thought and honestly feeling calmer and calmer with each passing second just losing myself in the relaxation . But then I heard the door open and before I could even react, Mr. McLaren walked in on me moaning as I massaged my scalp .

I turned around to face him and his eyes widened as he took in my dishevelled appearance . I tried to compose myself, but the desire in his eyes ignited something within me that I couldn’t ignore . His eyes widened in surprise as they scanned my unbuttoned blouse , exposed bra ,messy hair and the bottle of lavender-scented oil I had resting beside me . My heart dropped with embarrassment as he stood there, taking in my current state .

“Miss Reid …I, um, didn’t realize you were still here ,” He stuttered, trying to compose himself .

I swallowed hard, looking down at my lap, too ashamed to even meet his gaze. “I didn’t hear you coming in .” I mumbled.

“I can see that .” he breathed out, his eyes lingering on my exposed skin .

There was a thick tension in the air as we both stood there, neither of us sure what to say or do next . I knew I should probably cover myself up or at least stand up and greet him properly, but my body felt glued to the spot, still buzzing with pleasure from the massage . And then, without warning, he stepped towards me .

“Mr. McLaren, I… I’m not-“ I tried to protest but he cut me off with a deep, passionate kiss . His lips pressed against mine with such intensity that I couldn’t help but respond, my hands moving up to tangle in his hair .

I was conflicted; part of me knew that being intimate with my boss was completely out of line and could only lead to trouble . But another part of me, the part that had been secretly fantasizing about him for months, couldn’t resist the pull of his body as it pressed against mine . His hands trailed down my back, sending shivers through my body as they reached my hips and pulled me closer .

It was like a dam had broken and all the desire and pent up attraction between us was flowing freely . In the heat of the moment, all sense of duty and responsibility went out of the window, replaced by a raw, primal need for each other. Our kisses became more feverish, our hands roaming all over each other’s bodies .

I didn’t know how long we stayed like that, tangled up in each other’s embrace, but eventually we pulled away, both panting and flushed with desire . Mr. McLaren leaned his forehead against mine, his eyes closed as we tried to catch our breath .

“That was…amazing.” He mumbled, his hand still caressing my hip .

I bit my lip, trying to ignore the tingling sensation that his touch was causing in my lower abdomen. “It was…a mistake.” I whispered, trying to convince myself more than him .

He opened his eyes, his expression softening as he looked at me. “I don’t know about that, Arya. I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time .”

My heart raced at his words, but I knew that what we’d just done was reckless and could only lead to trouble. “We can’t do this, Mr. McLaren. It’s not professional .”

He sighed, reluctantly pulling away from me. “I know, I know . But…I can’t help the way I feel about you, Arya . I don’t want to stop.”

I looked at him, my heart heavy with regret. “We have to.” I said firmly, reaching over to grab my clothes and put them back on. “Whatever this is …it can’t continue .”

He nodded, reluctantly accepting my words . “You’re right. It can’t. But…I don’t think either of us will be able to forget what just happened here .”

I nodded, feeling a mix of shame and exhilaration as I made my way out of the room. As I walked down the corridor, I knew that what we’d just done had changed things irrevocably between us, and that things would never quite be the same again.