His Exclusive Stripper: You Are Mine, Don

He was walking towards us, his pace increasing when he saw me. Was he heading for my room? I didn’t wait to find out, I closed the door as soon as Jacob was out.

“Eve!” I heard him call.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

“Is she okay?” He was asking Jacob.

Jacob’s tune was a whisper, I couldn’t hear his response from behind the closed door. He was knocking on the door again, but I ignored him. I wasn’t ready to face him after what I had seen earlier on. It was best if he stayed away.

I returned to my meal, refusing to listen to the voice outside the door and refusing to listen to my heart that was pleading for him. It wasn’t fair that I was here nursing some silly feelings for him and he was with someone else.

“You weren’t supposed to be nursing feelings. You were supposed to be gathering informations about him.” My inner voice reminded me.

I pulled off my clothes, needing to take a calming shower. There was silence outside the door so I was guessing he was gone. Good for him. Yet, I couldn’t stop thinking about his voice calling my name, so I picked my phone, turned on my playlist. I connected it to the speaker in the room, turning on the volume. The sound filled the room, it filled my thought also, as I sang along.

I took a while in the shower, enjoying the privacy, the coolness of the liquid running through my body, the voice of the female singer that filled the room, flittering into the bathroom. It felt like personal therapy, so I took my time to heal.

My mind had not prepared me for what I met when i stepped outside the shower into my room. So it was okay to say I staggered a little backward, more from shock than from fear. Or maybe it was both. My throat was instantly dry and the first thought that crossed my mind was to flee back into the bathroom.

As if reading my thoughts, he rose immediately from the couch, crossing the room in speed, he was standing next to me, holding my hands before i could move. “Wait Eve.”

“Why? How did you get into my room? I closed it,” i was sure I did.

“It’s my house remember? I have my way around,” he grinned, which only angered me more.

“What do you want?” I looked away from his alluring eyes, still trying to listen to the music that played.

“You. I wanted to see you, to know how you were doing,” he was still holding my arm, trying to sound louder than the music.

“Thanks, you’ve seen me, and have confirmed that I’m okay, you should return to her now,” I snapped.

“To who?” He feigned. I glared at him refusing to answer the question.

“Oh my ex? You saw her?”

“Yes, I saw her enjoying the fuck you gave her.”

“And I owe you an apology for that?” He asked, his tune was suddenly irritating, with all the masculine pride coming with it.

“No. Not at all. You do not owe me anything and that’s why you have to leave now,” I answered.

“Come, come take a seat,” he was pulling me away from the bathroom door towards the couch. I dug my heels into the soft rug, trying to resist the pull but I was clearly no match for his strength.

“Seat,” he commanded. And like a programmed robot, I obeyed, arranging the robe that covered my skin. He walked over to the speaker turning it off. Silence was immediately restored.

“You know you didn’t have to turn that shit so high like that right? Except of course you’re deaf.” He said. I was quiet.

He had one hand to his waist as he paced the space in front of me, then pausing directly in front of me he said, “I don’t know what silly ideas you have going through your mind, but I just hope you do not expect a perfect gentle man of me.”

I was quiet still. He resumed pacing and after a while, he occupied the space beside me. We sat in silence, his hand taking mine and rubbing them gently. Whatever he thought he was doing, it was definitely working.

“Do you love me? Is that it? Are you jealous about my ex?” He turned me around, so I was facing him now. His hand tilting my chin upwards.

“I am your stripper,” I answered bluntly, trying hard not to feel the impact of his body so close to mine.

“I should take that as a no then,” his lips were trailing the vains around my neck now. I swallowed hard, absorbing the ticklish feeling.

“You should take it as whatever you please,” my voice came out more as a moan.

“You are so soft,” his hand slipped into the robe, harassing my skin.

The cold bath I took became useless, as my body steamed up in heat to his touch. This was shameless i told myself, yet I threw my head behind, giving him more access to my neck.

His hands were doing magic to my body and I was losing control over my lust. I plunged into his lips, kissing feverishly, he returned the kiss, like someone who had been starved of romance. Then it occured to me, that he had probably kissed his ex in the same manner just a few hours ago.

That was all I needed to quench the burning lust in me. I broke the kiss, removed his hands from my robe and rose to my feet. “Maybe you should leave,” I told him.

“Why?” He asked, raising to meet me.

How do I explain to him that I am so eaten by jealousy, that I can’t stand the thought of sharing him with his ex? Christ! He wasn’t even my boyfriend, he probably doesn’t have any feelings for me and I was allowing shamelessly allowing him to use me.

I know Charlie had said if it meant sleeping with him to get what I want, then I should do it. But this wasn’t because of the plan, if we had sex now, it would be because I allowed my desire have the better hold on me, not because of the plan.

“I don’t want to have sex with you,” I blurted.

“Really?” He chuckled in amusement.

“Really?” I asked back.

“Who said I was going to fuck you?” He asked proudly.

I batted my lashes, feeling tongue tied. Of course he wasn’t going to sleep with me, this was just him teasing me and I fell for it. I was probably not his class. Then why was he keeping me? I made to ask.

‘He isn’t keeping you, you accepted to work for him, you even sent him a text, remember?’ The voice in my head spoke.

“Yeah,” I answered.

“Excuse me?” Antonio asked. I didn’t realize i had spoken out loud.

“I mean of course, you weren’t going to fuck me,” I turned around, heading to my bed. I couldn’t stand him anymore.

“Let me take you out for dinner, 7pm later tonight,” he offered.

“Why do you want to do that?”

“Because I feel you need some outside air. You’ve been locked up in this room for too long and it’s begining to mess with your head.”

“My head is perfectly fine.”

“Okay.” He shrugged.

“See you by 7.” He winked before heading towards the door.

I wanted to tell him not to waste his time because I wasn’t going, but I realized he was right. I needed the outside air or whatever he had said. This would be more of my advantage than his. I told myself.

Left alone again, I could now wonder about how he had gotten into the room. He must have kept a spare key for himself. After all it was his home. But how didn’t I hear the door open? It must have been the loud music. I wouldn’t probably hear even a gun fight going on in the room with how high I had turned on the music.

Now I had to take another shower, as I wasn’t feeling cool anymore. I hated that my body would react this way every single time he touched me. Thinking back, I realized I never felt all of this with Charlie. But why? Our relationship had seem like the best, before Antonio came into our lives.

It was sad that I now had to question everything I had with Charlie. None of it was making any sense. I picked up my phone scrolling through my gallery at the pictures between Charlie and I. Maybe there was something lacking all those years and I was too blind to notice.

A text buzzed it way into my phone. It was from Debbie. Jacob was asking to take her for a date and she wanted to know what I thought. “Go girl,” I simply typed.

“You want to join us?” She texted back.

“Nah. I wouldn’t want to do that, you’ll need the privacy. Besides, I’d be going out with Antonio as well.” I informed her.

“Wow, that’s super cool right? We both going on dates with two really handsome men.”

“Yeah, I guess it’s super cool.” I typed back, before returning into the bathroom