CHAPTER FIVE
Rachel
I wasn't a stripper by choice. I doubt anyone is but I've come to love the job. The thrill of having hundreds of men at your feet.
Having the ability to make them do anything and everything you want. I Fucking amazing not to mention the pay.
Having a car was one of my biggest dreams. As time went by, I kind of let it go. I think I out grew it or something but now that it's mine, I just can't hold back the feeling. It's fucking amazing. I had no idea where I was going. I didn't even know where I was but I just had to stay in this baby.
My phone began ringing. I wanted to ignore whomever was disturbing me and my baby but still I clicked answer and placed it on speaker.
"Enjoying the ride aren't we?"
I didn't check the caller ID but I knew who it was.
"Yes."
I simply admitted.
"Well, your control panel is right below you. Access it and the phone wouldn't have to be on speaker and maybe I wouldn't have to file a missing person's report. See you tonight."
He says then hung up. I groaned at his arrogant tone and how much it annoyed me.
I looked below and there was a control panel like he said. A little screen. I found the power button and punched it. It lit up a little showing different sections. For my phone and others but what I needed right now, GPS.
I punched on it and the A.I spoke up.
"Please state your destination."
It said and I responded with my house address. Directions to my house popped up. I was going in the right direction and in less than twenty minutes, I would be home.
MINUTES LATER
I faced a problem when I got home. I lived in an apartment with no parking space. I didn't really think I would need it in my defense. I found a little spot to park my car. I'll have to figure something out later. I stepped out, locked the car and walked in.
The gate was unlocked which makes sense because Xander practically broke in. I reached the door, twisted the knob and it was also open. Anyone could've walked in and robbed me.
I looked around and my apartment was different. For one, there were bags. Different bags. My things were at a corner that's a plus but it doesn't explain what this is.
I found a note stuck to the table.
I want you to look pretty. Couldn't decide. You choose. Xander
I shook my head unable to believe each bag was filled with clothes. Deciding to test my theory, I reached for one, digging into it. I raised the content and it was a skin tight black dress with a slit at both side and a very tempting v-neck. I didn't have to look no further. I loved this.
"Tonight is going to be a long nice."
I said placing it on my body.
A lump rose up in my chest. A lingering thought although it sounded weirdly strange and stupid. I still felt like there was still a cat in the bag. I felt as if Xander was hiding something because a car, clothes, shares in his company all for a fake bad wife. Too fucking good to be true which means it isn't.
There's something else going on and sooner or later, I guess I'll find out. Until then, I better go get ready.
TO BE CONTINUED