"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
****Honestly, I didn't mean all I said last night, but it turns out that it was really helpful to me. Mom has decided we'd be spending the weekend at the shopping mall, having a few hangouts together and sight-see to make it up to me.I can't remember the last time I had such a moment with her, it's almost like years if I may say.I rushed to the bathroom for a quick shower, quickly dressing on my blue jean rugged trouser with a white half cut shirt which hung above my abdomen.I rushed out of my room, heading back to the sitting room. Mom moved her gaze at me from head to toe with a smile on my face. "You look great." She complimented.I blushed. "Thank you."We headed to where her car parked. I open the door to enter when mom's phone rang. I paused, trying to know who it was that called.She picked the call, "Hello, Mr Kimber?" She called."Hello, Mrs Guzman." I heard him say."Good morning, sir.""Good morning. I hope I ain't disturbing you?""No, not at all.""Are you busy?"She
****Weekend's over. Today is Monday.It's me, and I'm back to school to continue the whole stressful and boring school routine. Since I came to school, I've been recalling every incident that happened back in the City Clubhouse, and it feels more like it is happening right now.The only reason I am still thinking about this is because of Mr Kimber, he's been the reason I ain't concentrating on what Mr Mayor was talking about. Worst still, Mr Mayor's class has never since grade two been my favorite.It's either I spend the entire period sleeping or doing one thing or the other. Or I might end up counting the second hand until his period is over.But that's by the way, it's Mr Kimber again in my head. Remembering the way he smiled at me made my heart flutter, I was acting differently unlike me. I was hoping he'd find me irritating and leave for good but no, he came back. But hold on, he didn't come back for me, did he?Now here comes the part where my heart hasn't stop beating so fast,