02~ Red Lights.

DELILAH ✓

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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 a lot of money, you know." A hint of happiness sounded in her voice.

"Seems this is the biggest so far."

"Not really. I have had much like this before, but that was eight months ago. Things turns out a little bit different since a murder scene happened in here."

"Hmm."

"So, I kinda lost my customers and a few workers too. Before I could get this number of workers, it took me some months and weeks."

"I guess they're trying to protect their lives from being taken."

She shrugged. "Won't blame them though. They did what they thought was right." She sighed again. "I see you have a guest." She said, making an eye sign in a direction.

I looked towards the direction she was staring at… Not him. I mentally said to myself as I quickly took my gaze off him.

"Here comes Mr Kimber, California's most famous billionaire!" She praised him. No doubt he must have heard that.

Mr Kimber?

Oh fu*k! Mom's boss? I am fu*king dead right now.

I pale invisibly, my entire body stiffening as I looked at her. "No! No, Mrs Mills. Please don't." I plead in panic.

She turns her head and then looks at me, a smug look on her face. "Too late, sweetheart, he's coming over."

"What?!" I yelp, my eyes bulging. I just realized how loud I had screamed the ‘what’ that I was hearing it echoing in my head.

"I gotta go." She said, "I guess this calls for a little privacy." She left.

"Mrs M…" the words suddenly escaped my mouth as I stared at the man that had my inside feeling like they were strangled.

The man's lips pull into a crooked smile, a deep dimple forming on his cheeks as his eyes catch mine. "Who the fu*k is he smiling at?"

Time seemed to stop at the moment as he maintained a fixed gaze with me.

No, no, no. This shouldn't be happening.

And he was fu*king getting closer.

Anxiety and panic grip both inside and outside of me,my stomach feels like it's gonna explode out of my ass. I could hear the loud sound of my heartbeat as it snapped against my chest, more like three times in a second.

I took my gaze off him, staring at my wine standing right in front of me. I sip on my wine, trying to swallow the dry feeling in my mouth.

He shouldn't be here.

"Mind if I join?" His cold not-so-deep manly voice sounded in my ear.

I do wanna imagine I was actually imagining him asking me that, but no! He's actually standing behind me.

I looked up at him, hiding my anxiety with the best smile I can ever give. "Sure."

"Nice outfit." He complimented.

"Nice suit."

The bartender offered him a glass of wine, non-alcoholic I guess. It has the same color and smell as mine, so I presume he isn't the alcoholic type of person.

"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?"

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To Be Continued…