CHAPTER 6• Desires And Deals.

The door opened, and Blake watched the new stripper walk in.

Unlike some strippers who had worked in Blake's room, they used to bow when meeting with him for the first time as though trying to get used to his aura, the lady in green as he addressed her was different. Staring at him dead in the eye.

"Hello, Mr. Blake Knight."

"BK." Blake corrected at once, and Abigail raised a concerned look, confused by his choice of words. "Didn't Linda tell you yet?" Blake asked dryly, still showing no interest in Abigail even though he had gotten struck by her appearance and had a pang of gratitude developed in him that she was going to be his stripper.

"We don't go by our professional names but by nickname." He explained. His arms spread across the headrest of the couch he sat on.

"My bad. BK." Abigail rephrased and a smile curved on his lips.

Had he ever thought of being called by his full name by her?

When his bodyguard had told him that Abigail would be working in 'Lust, he had planned on making her his stripper, but it seemed like he didn't have to pull any strings on making that happen

"Get to work." He instructed sipping from the alcohol.

With her slender body, Abigail walked over to the pole, a few steps away from Blake and his friends.

Her ass was half exposed same as her breast. Fuck... What type was her nipples? Blake wondered as he watched her dance.

Had he ever seen a stripper dance like she? Abigail seemed like an expert. Each movement of hers drove wild sensations in him.

Her blonde hair moved with each seductive step she made; he would want to call her over, to give him a lap dance, perhaps he might as well dry hump her, but he was better at resisting temptation; that had made him come this far.

"Damn... Isn't she pretty?" Marcus asked, not able to take his eyes away from Abigail.

"More sexy..." Gunnar added in.

"Will you be interested in her?" Marcus asked Blake this time.

"You shouldn't focus on her too much; you have her begging for your attention," Blake replied, nodding his head towards Marcus stripper, who seemed to be running her hands around him but he wasn't even giving in to her advances.

Abigail is surely bound to make enemies. Marcus and Gunnar aren't paying attention to their stripers because of her. They will bully Abigail for that.

But would she be a strong lady?

Blake scoffed as he took another sip again, fixing his gaze at his dancing stripper. He has never been this interested in a mere stripper. One word from him, he could be having her to himself, but not now. He needed to watch her fall first.

She slid down the pole in one fluid motion, not glancing his way.

That was the moment Blake knew; this wouldn’t be just another girl. This would be his biggest distraction—or his worst mistake.

•••••••

The night drew long, Abigail was no longer present as her time with him had already elapsed. He could ask Linda for more of her attention, but that would be the next time they met.

"Let's meet at the meeting, tomorrow," Blake instructed as he stood on his feet while Marcus, who had a stripper mouth in his, nodded.

Blake walked out of the room, and his bodyguard escorted him out of the club to the entrance, where his car was parked.

He hopped in and the driver drove off.

"Boss." His bodyguard called. "It's Governor Ricardo." He showed him the caller ID.

Blake collected the phone from him, swiping the answer Icon, and he put the phone to his ear.

"Yes, how do I help you?" Blake asked.

"Mr. Blake, please, I'm sorry for what I did; I didn't mean to betray you... I swear." The man began to plead from the phone speaking Spanish.

"$1 billion embezzled for a year without me knowing of it, from my business. Yet it was a mistake?" Blake smirked. "You should start digging up your grave, Ric."

"Please... Please, I promise to repay it anyhow I can---" He was saying, his voice shaking when Blake interrupted him.

"I married your daughter because of the same mistake remember? Uh, do you wanna offer me your son to fuck now?" Blake asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Please... I'll find anything---"

"You have just three days, otherwise come to where you know you'll find me. Let's make your death simple." Blake hung up at once.

The bodyguard opened the door as they already arrived at where he used to live with his wife.

He walked into the house, and there stood Ursula. His obedient wife only had fear towards him, while she treated others like a trashcan.

"Welcome home." She helped him take off his suit. "Will you like to shower or---"

"I'll skip it." He replied walking towards the stairs.

"Can you spare me some minutes?" Ursula asked, and he stopped on his track, glancing at her.

"Is it about your dad?" Blake asked, his facial expression telling her that he wasn't interested in talking about that.

"No." Ursula smiled. "Something else." She answered.

Blake climbed down the staircase and walked to the living room, where he had his seat, and Ursula soon joined him, serving him tea.

"Thank you for sparing me your time." She appreciated it as she had her seat. "My business will be doing an anniversary, and I thought I should tell you."

"Didn't I ask you to close down that fucking business?" Blake said.

"I found out a reason not to," Ursula responded. "It will be beneficial to export the new drug deal you made to Arab countries."

"I'm acquainted with custom service, remember?"

"How about custom service overseas? I'm sure not all of them will like to get their hands dirty. Besides, you know how disciplined some Arab countries can be even while faced with a tempting amount of money." Ursula stated, her gaze fixed on her husband, whom she got married to on the order of her father.

She had always wanted to marry a wealthy man after all, and regardless of how Blake treated her, she was fine with it. She got to have sex with him and have his money.

However, she had no intention of becoming a stay-at-home wife, which Blake seemed to be pushing for. In fact, she had already taken steps to avoid that fate, having terminated a previous pregnancy to maintain her independence.

"I've got a friend that will make it much easier for you in all the Arab countries. Wouldn't you like to meet with him? He's going to visit my business anniversary and will be flying out of New York after the party." She added in.

"So you want me to be at the party with you?" Blake asked and Ursula nodded.

"The party is two days away."

"I'll be there." He replied as he rose on his feet and walked over to the staircase, a sly grin appearing on Ursula's face.