CHAPTER FOUR
Rachel
I watched him carefully. It's a little easy to know what goes on in the mind of a man.
Proposing this, he already knew as a stripper whomever he chooses would definately want money so he expects the same thing from me.
I smirked realising I'm much smarter than he thinks.
"You're rich right?"
I asked biting my lips.
"Should I go get my cheque?"
He fired back with a smirk.
"Oh that won't be necessary. What I want won't need a cheque."
"Well, tell me already. What do you want?"
He asked still smirking. We seem to both enjoy doing that.
"I want an investment. Not something I'll have and can use. Not something that could go away in the blink of an eye. I want something long lasting. That being said, I want five percent of your shares in your company. With the way you're planning to throw money around, that's a lot right."
I finished with a smile blinking my eye lids.
"Wow."
He responded not hiding his surprise.
"I have to admit,I was not expecting that."
"Oh, I know."
I retorted giggling.
"So do we have a deal?"
I added standing up.
"You're asking a lot."
"Right back at you."
I responded still smiling.
"Four percent."
He bargained.
"Alright. I want something added to it."
"What."
"Your word."
"What?"
"There will come a time, I won't say where I won't say when but I will need your help Xander Mcallen and no matter what I ask. You have to help me or do it. Do I have your word?"
I asked in a half serious tone.
"You have my word Rachel."
He said adding a little accent.
"Alright. Can I have my phone back now?"
I asked trying to sound sweet. He reached into his pockets and brought it out.
"Thank...."
I was cut short when he let it slip to the ground, smashing it with his boots. Who wears shoes inside the house?
"Why did you do that!"
I shrieked in annoyance.
"Because I got you a new one."
He flashed reaching again and handing me a new pack.
"My contacts!"
I exclaimed again before taking it.
"Transferred. Consider it a kind gesture. A gift."
I huffed turning the phone on.
"I have to call someone. I'll be back."
I said searching for Ian's number. He did transfer my phone numbers and the phone looked expensive. Apple's latest brand. The number kept ringing until I heard a click.
**Hi.
His phone sounded hoarse a little.
**Baby...who's that? Come back to bed.
Another voice said in the background. The words held in my mouth. I could utter a word.
**Hello?
Ian said once again but I quickly hung up.
"Bastard!"
I cursed trying to calm my nerves. He's already replaced me and I thought he called to fix things. Maybe it's my fault for trying to "punish him" for far too long.
"Troubles?"
Xander asks.
"None of your concern."
I responded earning a light chuckle from you.
"I'll get going now."
"I'll call you when I get to your club. Before then you should have someone for me."
"Yeah, I should "
I responded searching for my things.
"I had them delivered to your place."
He uttered like he just read my mind.
"How did you know where I live?"
"Oh Miss Sinclair, I know everything about you."
He says in a dark tone. I just couldn't decipher what he meant by "everything."
"I'll get going now."
I said absentmindedly.
"Miss Sinclair..."
I turned back and faced him.
"You have a driver's license. Use it. The keys are in the cabinet."
He said, turned around and walked away. I've never met anyone as confusing.
I twisted the knob and walked out of the house gasping in shock. I wasn't in a house, this was more like a mansion.
I looked forward and there was a car parked close to the gate. The gate opened automatically for me to leave. I walked towards it, opened and stepped in checking the cabinet. A note fell out.
***Another gift. Xander.
Attached to the note were a set of keys.
"Oh my fucking world!"
I screamed immediately covering my mouth hoping he didn't hear me.
"Tell me I'm dreaming!"
I nearly choked on my laughter. Deciding to test my theory, I grabbed the keys placing them in the ignition, starting the car. The engine revered and I chuckled.
"Let's go babyyyyyyyyyyyy."
I screamed again closing the door.
TO BE CONTINUED