Alpha’s Virgin Stripper

“It’s the new stripper, Alpha. Red.” Neil answered. He could swear he saw the alpha stiffen as he stood. It was clear he did not have the same stance as Bentley or Neil. Rather, his face contorted with anger, and mirrored iciness and Neil was fairly confused. This was a huge plus to his business. Why did he treat it as trivial?

“What does he want with her?”

Neil corked his brow at the Alpha’s question. The man’s sudden interest in the stripper’s activities was strange, but he answered, nonetheless.

“I do not know, Alpha. He only told us about the private dance.”

“Reject his offer. Bring her up to my suite.” He ordered.

Neil blinked twice, he was almost going to ask the alpha to repeat himself. But, his tongue tied itself to save his head and his job. He muttered a reply instead.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Right away, Alpha.” He moved away to search for Bentley, but she was nowhere to be found in the sparse crowd.

Neil began to panic. What if she had taken Red to Xavier already? And what would the Alpha do to him if he found out? He walked briskly backstage. He was only greeted by strippers retiring for the night, still no sign of Bentley.

He had just picked up his phone to call her when he finally spotted her figure, pulling Red gently by her arm and rushing out with excitement.

“Stop, Bentley!”

She turned sharply. She must have heard the urgency of his tone.

“Yes, Neil?” She asked.

She still wore her huge smile and he hated the fact that he was about to wipe that smile off her face. Red looked excited, too.

“Reject the VVIP’s order. Take Red to the Alpha’s suite immediately.” Neil instructed.

Bentley’s shoulders and jaws dropped, like a child who had been stripped of her popsicles.

“What?”

Neil was as confused as they both were.

“You heard me, Bentley. It’s the Alpha’s orders.” Neil hated to repeat himself. Bentley parted her lips, as though to speak, but no words came out.

“He’s paying millions for one night.” She tried to protest, but Neil could only wish there was something he could do. But there was not, so, he simply repeated the alpha’s instructions.

“Take her to the Alpha’s suite.”

When Neil took a glance at Jojo, he found her eyes sparkling, as though she had just won a lottery ticket to a 90’s movie, not a night with the alpha. He could only wonder what the alpha saw in her, she was dust compared to all the other women he dropped like a used tissue, nothing but dust.

Bentley finally grabbed Red and began to pull her away. And as soon as they were out of sight, he took out his phone and relayed the recent happenings to Lake’s father.

JOJO:

Bentley had informed me of my first client with the most beautiful expression I had ever seen on her. It made me decide that Bentley’s love language was probably anything that had to do with money. When Neil had broken the news to her about rejecting the VVIP and then coming up to meet him, I had never been more confused about how I felt.

Why did the alpha want to see me? Why now? Just when my life was about to change!

We stopped at a suite, and I recognized it as the same suite in which he had touched me on the first day. For a moment, just a fleeting moment, wondering if he had called me because he wanted a repeat of the day’s events.

What could be the possibility that the Almighty Lake Rush needed me in his bed for the second time? And in his arms for the third?

As I stood in the bright, yet abandoned hallway waiting for the door to open, I wondered if perhaps, he wanted to punish me for my behavior this night. But then I quickly stopped myself from thinking like that. Why would he care if I was looking at him or not?

The door finally opened and Bentley turned to me.

“Wait here. I’ll be back.” She had gone back to speaking with a hint of anger in her voice and it made me simply nod at her request. I waited there, still trying to figure out why he had summoned me.

Bentley was out after a while and she gestured for me to go in. I took small steps into the gigantic room and shut the door with my back as I met the suite empty. I took the time to run my eyes around the room.

This was no doubt, the most expensive room I had ever been in. It was mostly white, with most of the furniture crafted with pure gold and the tiles looked like they were made with glass as I could even see my face so clearly in it. It made me feel like I should not be walking on it, especially with my pointed heels. I took them off hastily, setting them aside. The bed was king-sized and I knew it was silky and soft because I had once laid on it. Everything in the room was carefully placed and arranged, there was not even a pin on the transparent floor and I did not know whether to commend him or his cleaners.

The paintings on his wall showed his interest in ancient music as it consisted of only ancient musicians, I knew nothing about music and I only managed to know who these people were because Lev had been into music.

I did not miss how cold it was in here though, it had me hugging myself every second and I only wished I had been covered up properly and not practically dragged in here in basic underwear.

I had been in this room before, but there was only something familiar about it now. It looked just like the room I had woken up in that day. I tilted my head to the right, and there it was! The sliding glass doors.

No. Something was not right.

Someone cleared his throat behind me.