Chapter 4

Emilia’s POV

“What do you want exactly, Adrienne?” I asked. My fingers scratched beneath my office table.

“You.”

“You can't want me. I am married. Why can't you get that?”

“You don't seem married to me. Richard flocks around with women, you strip, and it looks to me like you both are just trying to impress the cameras.” He was still tossing the pen.

“Our personal life is none of your business.”

“Right! I am not trying to get involved. Just make sure to give me good shows whenever I want, and we're fine.”

I hit my fist on the table violently. He raised his eyebrows at me.

“I'd strip for you.” I agreed.

“One hour.”

One hour? I can't do that.

“Thirty minutes.” I tried to negotiate.

“Ohh Lina… You have to abide by my rules.”

“Adrienne, I can't stay out for too long, Richard might notice.”

He scoffed. “Thirty minutes it is.”

He stood up, and he walked out of my office, my eyes pierced him. I wish I could just gauge his eyeballs out.

He was a fucking psychopath. I ran my hands through my hair.

Ohh fuck! I just made the worst negotiation of my life.

I thought the day would be good, but it turned out to be one of the worst days of my life.

Adrienne didn't stalk me for the rest of the day, or maybe I just did a good job avoiding him.

Richard wasn't home when I got back. I waited for him to get back just like a loving wife would. But in my terms, I wasn't being a loving wife, I wanted him to get back so I could drug him, and so he could see that I was home early.

When he got home, it was almost midnight, and I had fallen asleep. I was woken up by the noise of him slamming the closet door.

“You're home,” I said in a sweet voice.

“Yes,” he replied plainly.

He was probably out with his friends, and they must have been ‘flocking around with other women’ just like Adrienne said.

I knew Richard cheated. I have smelt countless perfumes on him, I have seen different shades of lipstick on his shirt, but I wasn’t bothered.

I never for once challenged him.

I waited for him to get changed, and for him to take his ‘medications.’

He sat beside me on the bed, while I administered him drugs. Richard was asthmatic, and I was his personal doctor, so I got the privilege to handle his medicine.

He took it all in with a large gulp of water, while I smiled within me.

He fell asleep in ten minutes. I quickly got dressed, and I snuck out of the house.

This had become a routine, I could almost do it with my eyes closed.

…

I changed into a red lingerie, and the makeup artist did my face.

I took a look at myself in the mirror. I was a bit satisfied. Being a stripper was a lot better than being Mrs Sinclair.

I wore a matching red mask, and I stepped out. The noise from the crowd almost blasted my eardrums, but I was used to it.

I stepped onto the stage, holding the pole. The shameless men cheered.

I started performing, going down on my knees, and trying to be as practical as possible.

But I wasn't feeling it, I wasn't getting the flow I wanted. It felt like I was being forced. I wanted those burning pair of eyes on me. I wanted his eyes to scan my body like I belonged to him.

I wanted to perform for Adrienne. As much as I hated him. I do not know why I was feeling this way.

The minutes I spent on the stage felt like hours, as a sweet rush of relief washed through me when I finally got off.

I went to my dressing room feeling a bit eager— eager to strip for him.

A message popped up on my phone screen. I glanced through it.

Unknown number: Come to the first private room on the top floor.

It would be no one other than Adrienne. I stood up, I fixed my hair, my mask, and I proceeded to the private room.

I knocked on the door when I got there.

“Come in,” his deep, yet calm voice rang.

I pushed open the door. He was seated at the corner of the room, he wasn't wearing a shirt, and the luminous light fell on his perfectly toned skin.

Fuck! I was here to seduce, but I am getting seduced instead.

I catwalked to the pole. His eyes followed my every movement. This was exactly what I wanted— the chill that ran through me anytime he fixed his gaze on me.

I went low at first. My curves had always been my greatest assets, because I could drive any man crazy with them.

I trailed my fingers up my body; from my pelvic area right to the middle of my boobs.

I turned, and I worked my hands up the pole, arching my back, and sticking out my ass.

He smiled… dangerously.

I loved it.

He stood up. I knew he would. He walked up to me, his eyes never for once leaving my body.

“Richard has such bad luck,” he said.

I thought he was going to whisper something seductive. Why was he bringing Richard into this?

To hell with Richard anyway.

He raised his hands to touch my thighs. I didn't stop him this time, I let his warm fingers graze my skin.

It felt good… It felt really good. Richard’s touch was never like this. I wouldn't feel even a spark with him. Does he even bother to touch me?

"You're married Emilia, you shouldn't be letting another man touch you,” my conscience reminded me.

“You're crossing the limits, Mr Adrienne,” I said, finally regaining my will.

He took his hand off my body, and instantly I missed him.

He stepped back a little, and I continued dancing, using the opportunity of him being close to mess with him. He would probably get hard.

“Take off your mask,” he said.

“I can't,” I replied.

I couldn't risk it. He could have installed a secret camera or whatsoever. He can't be trusted.

“I won't rat you out. You're of good use to me.”

I just had to take his word for it. I took off my mask. He smiled— the smile looked genuine this time.

“It's so good to have the beautiful Mrs Sinclair stripping for me,” he said naughtily.

“And it's even better watching the almighty Adrienne Coal get pleasured by me.”

I looked closely into his eyes, they gleamed brightly under the dim.

“What if I want to fuck you, Emilia?” he whispered in my ears.