Abigail's PovI was busy in the kitchen when I suddenly heard a knock on the door. I didn't imagine it to be Delilah as she never shows up without giving me a call, especially whenever she hangs out with her new boyfriend.Whoever it was outside pressed on the doorbell so I had to leave what I was doing to check who it was at the door."Who is that?" I asked."My name is Jayden, I am Camila's friend." Said the unfamiliar voice."Camila?" I asked, surprised. I've never heard the name Camila and I definitely have no idea who the fuck that is, but then I had to open despite the risk. As soon as I saw Delilah's helpless body in his arms, I couldn't help but scream mentally.How the fuck did she get that name?!Did she just tell him her name is Camila? I can't even recall Delilah ever telling me for once that she has a second name, Camila. But then, there's got to be a reason why she had to lie about her name. The surprised look on my face brightened up upon seeing her. "What happened to
Delilah's Pov"How is Camila?" Abby asked to my surprise. Wait, did I just hear her right? Or is this my imagination? "Hey, Lilah, are you dumb already?"No. This is definitely not my imagination. She just fucking asked about Camila!"Sorry, what?""Jeez. I said, how is Camila doing?" She repeated."Well, Camila is doing great." I replied."So, any thing for tonight? Like, the usual job thing?""Not really. She's actually on duty only on weekends." I replied. Raising an eyebrow, I glared questionably at her. "You're beginning to find Camila interesting, aren't you?""Well," She shrugged her shoulders. "What can I say? Of course, I do.""It's just a night you got to find out about her, trust me, she isn't as easy going as you think." I tried to convince her but it seems her likeness for Camila is just there."Those are the kind of people I love to mingle with. The crazy badass bitches. Trust me.""So, what about me?" I asked, wanting to know what she thinks about me since her likeness
"I have a plan, Lilah." Abby said to my amazement. "A dirty but good one.""Mind sharing with me?" I asked, knowing she would."Sure. So, this dirty plan is... Five steps to get Mr Kimber in bed." My eyes bulged open as I glared at her, shocked. "Should I still continue?"I swallowed hard, my eyes not leaving hers. "You're kidding, aren't you?""At first, I thought I was. But after I scanned the idea, I saw it was good to go, so I figured out I should share it with you. Like I asked, should I continue?"I swallowed again. "No, thanks. I'll pass.""Come on, Lilah, this is the best idea ever. Trust me, you'll love it.""Abby, that title is really terrifying. The last time I tried getting drunk for him to use me, it didn't work out.""Because you didn't plan it well. You were supposed to get him drunk and not you getting drunk. Now you see you really need some one like me around, I am the best for you.""I didn't make a mistake making you my cover-up sidekick, huh?" I smirked."Definitel
I had been lost in thought for hours, my mind consumed by the impending meeting with Jackson. A thousand words couldn't capture the storms of emotions swirling within me. I pondered how to face him, rehearsing countless scenarios in my mind.This is just too much for me, more like I am yet to meet the United States president to make an open meeting with him.Just as I was deep in contemplation, my phone rudely interrupted my thoughts with Jackson's name boldly written on the screen. My heart raced, and I hesitated to pick up, unsure if I was ready to talk to him. Abby, with a 'go ahead' look, insisted that I answer the call.With trembling hands, I finally swiped to answer the call and slowly placed the phone to my right ear. "Hello?" I uttered, my voice quivering with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation."Hey, sweetheart. How are you doing?" His voice sounded lively over the phone. "I'm good. Let me guess, you've arrived home, haven't you?" I said, trying to play lively even thoug
****"Do you work here?" He asked."Nah, not really. I only come when hired." I replied, my voice seems like it's fading. I placed my glass of wine in my mouth, sipping on it.This isn't my proudest moment, but I had no option.Mrs Mills looks at me over her shoulder, giving me a ‘what the fu*k are you doing’ look to which I mouth back a frantic ‘I don't know.’"Which days do you work?" He asked again, I was beginning to feel like the conversation should come to an end already."Weekends."But then, he's still standing right in front of me. I flick my eyes to his, heat spreading over my cheeks and I am so god damn relieved the lightning is red, otherwise I'd look like an idiot.Or… more like an idiot.I stared down at the counter, just play dead. He won't notice and he'll leave. Or he'll probably think you're insane and give up anyway.All my ideas are shattered when the same face leans down to my view, an amused smirk played on his dangerous lips."Hiding from something, love?"~~~~
Delilah rushed out of the classroom as soon as the dismissal bell was rung. Unlike other days, she'd sit and wait for Priscilla to round up with her lectures and together, they'd drive home.She couldn't wait because she was running out of time. She had to go to the mall to purchase some things which involved buying new stripper panties for tonight's club show.Angela noticed how hurriedly she had left the class, she's never been this hurried before, not even for other days she goes to her restaurant job. Today seems a bit different and odd."Delilah?" She called.Delilah stopped on her track, turning to look at her. "Yes?""Aren't you going to wait a little? We'll be having a girls' meeting against the girls' party tomorrow night." She reminded.Delilah seems to have forgotten about the girl's night, likewise the meeting. "I'm sorry, but I won't be able to stay today. I have a lot to do, and I need to be at the restaurant before it turns three. I'll try my best to show up at the par
DELILAH ✓*The way he was staring at me made me feel like I was being monitored, like he knows me from some where. I maintained a straight face, acting like I didn't see him. I am putting on a mask, he definitely won't know I was staring at him.I stepped out of the stage, giving space for the next stripper to dance. I walked to the counter, and I ordered a non-alcoholic wine. I didn't want any thing that'd make me go insane in one sip, or expose my true whereabouts.I sighted Mrs Mills, from the way she was glaring around, I guess she was looking for me."Mrs Mills!" I called in a loud voice, waving my hand at her.She smiled, walking to my direction. "You're taking the next show." She informed me."Again?" I asked. "I thought Tony had taken it.""Oh."She totally forgot her numbering, didn't she?"Okay, so that means you'll be taking after him."That's cool with me. "No probs.""Well," she sighed, leaning against the bar counter. "I can't believe we've got much for tonight. That's
His face is close to mine that I can hear how rich and rough his voice is, only adding to how absolutely frantic I am.I strengthened up immediately, his eyes followed my actions, looking down at me as he stood tall from shadows over me. He covks his brow at me, encouraging me to answer his question.Hiding some thing? Why would I be hiding some thing? Or is this his normal style of starting a conversation?He nodded his head, looking entertained by my reply. I watch him eye me with that same amusement on his face, dragging his gaze down my body and back to my face.I know what he's thinking, I look hilarious in this outfit. If he's expecting some thing impressive like a fantastic figure eight then I'm sorry, I don't have those sexy killing curves.I looked towards Mrs Mills' direction but she was gone. She's supposed to be here. I returned my gaze to my unfinished wine, trying to avoid his eyes. "You can look at me, you know, I don't bite." His voice rolls out of his mouth like butt