His Exclusive Stripper: You Are Mine, Don

I wasn’t wrong, Antonio was fucking someone. He had his back to the door, his hips swaying back and forth as he slammed into her. She was seated on his desk facing the door, so I could see the sheer feeling of ecstacy that masked her look.

I wasn’t supposed to be watching, I wasn’t supposed to be getting pissed off by what was going on, I wanted to leave, but my feet stayed glued to the marble floor beneath me. My eyes felt itchy with tears. Why was I feeling so hurt anyways? He isn’t even my boyfriend.

She opened her eyes and they met with mine. I didn’t take off my eyes because I wanted to see her reaction and maybe make her feel uncomfortable. She stared back at me, smiling mockingly, her moans climbing a higher pitch, her hands tousling the hair on Antonio’s head. She was clearly trying to upset me. But why?

Then it rang a bell. I knew her, I mean I have seen her before. She was the Barbie girl that appeared at the party the other night, stealing the attention of the audience and dancing on Antonio’s lap. It was her. Jacob had said she was his ex girlfriend. And now she was sitting on his desk getting banged by him.

She threw her head behind, shifting further to the edge of the desk, moving her hips to match with his pace. I couldn’t take any more of it. I slammed the slightly opened door shut, giving them the privacy that they needed. I leaned on the door for a moment, listening keenly.

“Who was that?” I heard him asking.

“Nobody to worry about,” she answered, before the moaning and groaning continued.

I sauntered into my room, blotting the door behind me. The lump in my chest gave way and the tears that had been pleading to fall finally got their way, rolling down my checks. I didn’t bother taking a shower, I threw my bag on the couch, hauled my shoes at the door of the wardrobe and buried myself in the thickness of my duvet.

***

I don’t know how I got back to the door, this time I didn’t stand peeping, I went in, pulled Antonio away from the bitch. The ecstacy I had seen on her face had changed into shock. She definitely didn’t expect me to interrupt them.

“What’s wrong with you?” Antonio turned to me.

“How could you do this?” I faced him.

“What are you talking about?”

“You can’t be doing this with her, it should be me! Not her,” I yelled at him.

“You didn’t want me. Eve go back to your room and read your books,” he commanded.

“You heard him, leave the room, school girl,” the bitch was now laughing.

I was so angry, so intimidated that I actually obeyed the command, running off like a child and bursting into tears. Then I woke up.

It was a dream. Thank goodness it was just a dream. I still had on me the clothes I wore to school, I was still coiled under my sheets and one glance at the door gave me the confirmation I needed, the bolt was still locked.

Was she still there? In his room? I wondered, as my mind reflected on the dream I just had. It would have been very embarrassing if that had truly happened. Why did he ask me to go and read my books? Did he think I was less fun because I was a school girl? He should know better than that, he had met me at a strippers club, what boring girl would survive in a place like that?

There was a knock on the door. I couldn’t really start thinking about who it could be, I had less energy for that. I pulled myself out of the bed, struggling to the door with the little strength left in me, I turned the locks. It was Jacob.

“Hi,” he greeted.

“Hi,” I answered, leaving the door and walking back into the room.

“Are you okay?” he followed behind me. There was a tray in his hand.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I climbed back into the bed.

“I brought lunch.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“I would leave it here,” he placed the tray on the table and returned to the couch.

“Now tell me what’s eating you up,” he continued.

“Didn’t you just hear me say nothing? I’m fine Jay, thanks for the meal, you can leave now,” I yelled at him.

He was calm, he didn’t flinch, didn’t raise his brows in surprise, just calm like I didn’t just shout at him. Then he relaxed on the couch, tapping his fingers on his thighs, it was probably a habit for him.

“When the boss lost his sister, it took a hard toll on him, you know why?” He asked, not waiting for my response he went on.

“That was because she was his only friend. She was the only person he could confide in, she knew all his secrets and could predict his next move. He couldn’t handle her death so he gave in to pills and brown liquor and he ended up in rehab. That’s where I met him, we got out together and we’ve been together since then.” He finished.

“Why are you telling me this?” I asked, a little confused.

“I expected you to be smart enough to draw the moral lessons.”

“Well it seems I’m not, so what is the moral lesson?” I glared at him. He hesitated for a moment, watching me in a way that suggested he was trying to read my mind.

“If you bottle up things, you would end up in rehab,” he blurted and got to his feet.

The way he said it made me laugh. I could hear my own laughter resounding in the room. He had a puzzled look on his face, which only made me laugh more.

“What’s funny?” He finally asked with a smile.

“You! You’re so funny,” I was trying to tame my giggling now.

“You’re welcome,” he gave a mock bow.

“For what?” I had stopped laughing by now.

“For thanking me, for lightening your mood,” he answered.

“I didn’t say thank you.”

“Exactly.”

“Well, I appreciate you coming in here to check up on me and… for staying with Debbie last night,” I studied his face.

There was a deep smile when he said “Don’t thank me for that, the pleasure was mine as well.” he arranged his jacket.

“Okayyy??” I asked stylishly, wanting to hear more.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Look, she is a nice person okay, and… and…” he stuttered to a stop.

It was the first time I was hearing Jacob stutter or lack words since I met him. Was he in love already? That would be nice anyways, because from the things Debbie said, she was swimming in love already.

She had appreciated his sense of humor. “He said really funny things throughout the night, I couldn’t catch any sleep. He held my hands when there was nothing left to say. He pecked my forehead when I closed my eyes. Then he insisted on taking him home and bringing me to school himself.” Debbie had narrated all of this without dimming the smile on her face while we waited at the school garage earlier on.

“I think I like her,” Jacob finally found his words.

“Wow,” I mouthed.

“You can’t tell her that, please.” He pleaded.

“Why is that?” I propped up from the bed, dropping my feet to the ground.

“Because you can’t, okay!” He half yelled.

“Woah, relax. What if she loves you,” his head whirled in a quick motion to stare at me. “I mean what if she likes you too, since you both are still on the like level,” I said the last line quietly.

“Did she tell you that?” He asked.

I thought about telling him, but what if Debbie doesn’t want him to know too? He was looking right at me, with expectation lingering in his eyes.

“No, she didn’t tell me that. I was just assuming. It’s a lovely beginning though, you both could find out.” I strolled towards the table where he had placed the food.

He was half way walking towards the door already. “Do you think she has a boyfriend?” He turned back.

I settled on the couch, holding the dish on my lap and savoring the aroma. “Jay, she is single. And if you have any plans, then you should put them into motion already.” I pushed a spoonful of pasta into my mouth.

“I thought you weren’t hungry?” He couldn’t just ignore the opportunity to mock me.

“That was like thirty minutes ago, I guess I found my appetite,” I said between mouthfuls.

“Good for you and again you’re welcome,”

“For what now?” I turned to face him. He was already at the door, his hand circling the knob.

“For helping to lighten your mood. I should have allowed you to starve a little longer before coming,” he teased.

I dropped the plate back on the table, walking towards him, “Okay, that is it, you’ve served me lunch and we’ve talked about your girlfriend, can you now leave? I need my privacy.” I pushed him gently on the back, opening the door.

“My girlfriend?” He asked.

“Leave Jacob,” I was chuckling, until I saw him.