Winning My Ex-Crush

Fenella’s POV

Everyone screamed even more wildly, and the room roared loudly. Laird even widened his eyes as he watched me. He seemed very surprised, especially his expression, which now showed anger.

Wearing only a sexy bra and underwear, I smiled widely. My eyes could only see Laird from the stage. I walked to the edge of the stage, very close to the audience. Then I knelt, opened my legs wider, and arched my back.

The audience screamed more fiercely as I bounced my back up and down, causing my breasts to move along. I tousled my hair once more before finally getting up straight and grinning towards Laird.

Didn’t you start this game yourself?

I bowed to the right side of the stage, taking the whip prepared on a tray carried by a waiter dressed in a revealing rabbit costume. The small 45-cm black whip had a plastic handle with a triangular leather fold at the end of the handle. Then I returned to Alan’s spot and let Alan bite the whip so everyone could see the black whip.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Slowly, Alan’s hand took the whip from his mouth. I began to sway around the pole. Then Alan started with one whip on my right thigh. When Alan did that, I moved to the left. Then Alan whipped my left thigh, and I moved to the right. When Alan whipped my buttocks, I climbed higher up the pole.

I twisted my body around the pole. The whip held by Alan served as a guide for my rotation. When Alan whipped to the left, my body would spin to the right. When Alan whipped to the right, my body would spin to the left.

Alan whipped the pole above my body. Then I immediately lowered my body until I turned upside down. My head was below, while my legs stretched above to support my body. Alan caressed my thighs right in front of his face. Then his hands slowly descended to caress my thighs, my exposed stomach, all the way to my cleavage.

Both of Alan’s hands held the whip. Alan knelt near my head. He extended the whip to my neck as if my neck were being strangled by the whip. Alan licked the tip of my ear until goosebumps rose on my neck, and my body trembled as a natural reaction.

Just as the song reached its climax, the sound of a woman’s moan was heard three times. That was when Alan whipped my breast three times. Even though I didn’t feel any pain at all, that whip made people gasp. I immediately made my facial expression appear in pain multiple times. I match the woman’s moans in the song with my facial expressions.

I lifted my body back to its original position. After I successfully looked normally, I spread my legs wide as the final move. Then I slowly descended from the pole, still spinning.

The song changed again, sounding slow as if preparing for an explosion.

“We’re taking over!” Alan shouted very loudly.

When the music finally exploded loudly, suddenly confetti burst from the sides of the stage. Metallic papers were scattered towards the ceiling of the club. Every time there was a beat to the exploding song, confetti would spurt out, accompanied by a scentless white smoke explosion.

People started going more insane. Coupled with the models and stripper dancers who began climbing onto the stage and tables, everyone immediately went wild. The sea of people jumped and shouted with joy.

Except for one person, Laird.

Everyone was jumping and having fun following the rhythm of the DJ’s song. The song seemed endless. I began going crazy on stage, dancing as I pleased. Slowly, Alan and I descended behind the stage, while other dancers were still wild on stage.

Jessy, who was waiting for me behind the stage, immediately handed us towels and a bottle of water. I wiped my sweaty body and quickly drank the water given to me by Jessy.

Jessy also gave me a different dress and jacket. I wore a mini black dress and tightened the sparkling silver bolero jacket strap across my chest. I could still hear people dancing wildly on stage. They were having fun with the DJ’s music, still playing various songs.

“Wow, the reception was amazing. Thank you, Fenella. You really succeeded in livening up this event.” Alan praised me with a crooked smile and then drank water from his bottle.

“We succeeded in livening up this event,” I said, not wanting to take all the credit.

“You’re amazing, Fenella. You’re very talented at dancing. I’m sure the recording of the dance will immediately go viral too,” Jessy said enthusiastically.

“See you at Oscar’s seat,” Alan said as he walked away.

I waited until Alan left before asking Jessy. We were supposed to approach Oscar again to confirm if he was satisfied with our performance earlier. But I held Jessy back.

“Where’s Laird? What did he think of my performance earlier?” I asked Jessy.

Clearly, earlier, I saw Laird staring at me until my performance was over. Strangely, I felt afraid and had a bad feeling when I saw his expression since Alan went on stage. He no longer looked at me with desire but with anger, replacing the desire in his eyes.

Was he angry because I danced with Alan?

“Uh, about Laird…” Jessy mumbled, looking puzzled.

“Why?” I asked Jessy. “I want to meet him immediately and get his acknowledgment.” I exhaled to regulate my breathing, which had been erratic earlier.

“Uh, he’s already gone,” Jessy said softly.

“Gone? What do you mean, gone? Where did he go?” I asked, furrowing my brow.

“He went home,” Jessy whispered.

Upon hearing that, I hurriedly walked to the front area of the club. Jessy called out my name, but I didn’t care. I searched around the club but couldn’t find him. When I reached the front of the club, I approached the valet attendant who had taken Laird’s car earlier.

“The red Ferrari that was with me earlier. Has he really gone home?” I asked the valet attendant, breathing heavily.

“Yes. Just now,” the valet attendant replied.