The Stripper's Mafia Alpha

CH. 1 - The Beginning

Chapter One .

Xenarya’s Point Of View .

As I walked into the bustling office, my eyes immediately met him across the room . Mr. McLaren, my boss, stood there with an air of confidence, his piercing gaze locking onto mine. A rush of electricity surged through me, causing my heart to skip a beat .

“Good morning, Mr. McLaren,” I greeted him, my voice tinged with a hint of nervousness .

“Good morning, Miss Reid,” he replied, his voice velvety smooth. His gaze lingered a moment longer before he turned his attention to the stack of files on his desk .

As the morning sun cast its gentle rays across my office, I found myself engrossed in the flurry of preparations for tomorrow’s crucial meeting with Williams. The weight of the impending task pressed on my shoulders, mingling with the stress of an entirely different nature. Tonight, I would reluctantly venture into the world of shadows, my other life as a dancer at the sultry strip club. The thought tugged at my conscience, adding an extra layer of unease to my already cluttered mind.

The day was drenched in anticipation, the air heavy with the scent of uncertainty. I sat at my desk, nervously tapping my pen against a stack of documents, preparing for the meeting with Williams tomorrow. The clock on the wall seemed to tick slower, echoing the restlessness within me. But amidst the chaos of my thoughts , the continuous burden loomed over me once more —the strip club where I worked.

After being shy and pinning over my boss I would have to go and tend to my other job .I would have to don my alter ego, the seductive enchantress who danced under the dim lights. The mere thought of It made me shiver in both anticipation and wonder .I couldn’t help but wonder what Mr. Alexandros McLaren would think if he discovered my secret life—or worse, if my dark past resurfaced, exposing all the skeletons that rattled in my closet.

I could not help but fix myself up a bit and look at my reflection in every single reflective surface as I walked into Mr McLaren’s office to drop off some files about Tomorrow’s meeting but little did I know that we would have a discussion that would bring us together in his spacious corner office. Something about today was just different… something had changed , maybe it was last night’s full moon or my sun was in Jupiter and Jupiter was in retrograde or whatever the horoscope thing is .

The tension between us was palpable, the air heavy with unspoken desires. We sat across from each other, our eyes locked in a battle of restraint and longing.

“Miss Reid, I feel the need to remind you about our prior conversation. The application for student funding is still open and the company will fund your studies in case you reconsider going back to university for your honours in order to get your honours degree and get that promotion as per company rules. Your insights on this project have been invaluable,” Mr. McLaren acknowledged, his voice husky with admiration.

“Thank you, Mr. McLaren, I will consider applying,” I replied, my voice betraying a mix of gratitude and anticipation.

The room seemed to shrink as the silence stretched between us, the unspoken words hanging in the air. I could feel his gaze burning into my skin, mirroring the fire that raged within me. Yet, we both knew the risks, the boundaries that must not be crossed.

With a visible effort, he cleared his throat and broke the tension. “Let’s focus on the task at hand,” he said, his voice regaining its professional tone.

I nodded, willing myself to push aside the intoxicating temptation that threatened to consume us both. We delved back into the project, our voices measured, our demeanour controlled. The s****l tension remained simmering beneath the surface, unspoken but ever-present .

“I would like to excuse myself sir , I will go back to my office to finish the reports and make sure our Mr Williams assistant has received the documents that I emailed her . Miss Smith called again and will be calling back again , I will be sure to transfer her call this time ,”

I was on my feet packing up as the words left my lips just making sure to not leave him any room to say no . I knew very well that I was supposed to stay in his office and finish my work at the desk that I had there but I could not help the urge to excuse myself and leave the room, which is exactly what I did .

I could feel his eyes on my back as I walked back to my own small office not too far from his and that alone just gave me a small thrill which is why I made sure to slow down my walk, Making sure to move my curves perfectly to accentuate my silhouette .

Sitting back at my desk, I absentmindedly tapped my pen against a stack of documents, my thoughts wandering to the secrets I held so closely . What would my boss, Mr. Alexandros McLaren, think if he discovered the truth? or worse, if my dark past decided to emerge from the depths of my memories, exposing the skeletons that haunted my closet? I shuddered at the mere thought, my heart skipping a beat .

Just as I was lost in my musings, Mr. McLaren sauntered into the room, his presence commanding attention . Tall and ruggedly handsome, with a chiselled jawline and piercing blue eyes, he exuded a magnetism that made it difficult to look away. His tailored suit hugged his broad shoulders, emphasizing his masculine allure. I couldn’t help but steal glances at him whenever the opportunity presented itself .

“Miss Reid, have you finished compiling the reports for tomorrow’s meeting?” His deep voice jolted me out of my reverie, and I hurriedly gathered the papers, attempting to compose myself.

“Yes, Mr. McLaren. Everything is in order,” I replied, my voice betraying the fluttering emotions within . I kept my gaze trained on the documents, determined to maintain a façade of professionalism, despite the palpable tension between us .

“Good. I trust you’ll make sure everything runs smoothly,” he said, his voice laced with a subtle undercurrent of desire . The air crackled with unspoken words, a dance of temptation and restraint.

Throughout the day, we exchanged glances and shared moments that hung heavy with unspoken longing .Each movement he made, whether reaching for a file or adjusting his tie, captivated me, as if time stood still in those fleeting seconds. I found myself mesmerized by the play of light on his sculpted features, the way his smile ignited a flicker of warmth within me .

But as the hours wore on, the mounting tension threatened to overwhelm me. It felt as if an invisible thread connected us, drawing me closer to the edge of surrender. I couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same magnetic pull or if it was all my imagination, a figment of desire .

As I mulled over everything just caught in my own thoughts Mr. McLaren entered my office once , his presence commanding attention. Tall and chiselled, with a smouldering gaze that could melt even the iciest hearts, he exuded an aura of authority that left everyone in awe. His tailored suit hugged his broad shoulders, accentuating his masculine form. Every movement, deliberate and confident, seemed to draw me further into his irresistible magnetism .

Caught in a trance, I hadn’t realized I was staring until his voice sliced through the air, breaking my reverie . “Miss Reid, Miss Reid… I’ve been calling you. Hasn’t anyone told you that staring is rude?” His voice held a teasing lilt with his words dripped with a boyish playfulness, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

It was more than obvious that he knew precisely why I had been shamelessly gawking at him . And he was not really the most humble of people . He knew the effect that he had on me and I could tell that he loved it .

Embarrassment flooded my cheeks, turning them a rosy shade of crimson. Words stumbled on my tongue as I struggled to find an appropriate response. But before my mortification could deepen, the sound of the phone ringing saved me, a lifeline amid the chaos.

“Saved by the bell,” Mr. McLaren remarked, a hint of amusement tugging at the corners of his mouth. His chuckle danced through the room like a playful melody. I couldn’t help but appreciate his ability to alleviate the tension that had ensnared us both.

I quickly grabbed the phone, eager for the temporary escape it offered. As I answered the call, I focused on the voice at the other end, desperately trying to banish the thoughts that had consumed me moments before . As I focused on the voice on the other end of the line I couldn’t help but steal one final glance at Mr. McLaren, his presence etched in my memory. With each word spoken, my mind raced, finding solace in the mundane conversation that seemed to shield me from my own tumultuous reality .

This was our normal, we danced on the edge of temptation, aware of the magnetic pull between us yet determined to keep our interactions professional . The fleeting moments we shared were charged with a forbidden desire, a silent agreement to prioritize our responsibilities above all else . The crackling electricity in the air reminded us of what could be, but for now, we chose to tread carefully, careful not to cross the boundaries that separated us . Deep down I yearned for more and couldn’t help but wonder if we would ever be more .

I did not know what was going on between us , I couldn’t explain the pull or connection that we shared but everyday that we spent together just made it harder and harder to not fall for him especially when he looked like that …the man was just, temptation on legs .