Her Secret, His Obsession

Aria's POV Fifty thousand dollars! Fifty freaking thousand. That's literally more than four months' pay. I could use the money. Scratch that, I need the money like I need air and that's why I have agreed to this dance even though I know it's a very bad idea. I will barely get two hours of sleep by the time I'm done here and I have to work tomorrow morning. "How about we get this dance over with first and revisit this later?" I mumble to myself. I quickly change into the lingerie that is reserved for private dances and put on the flimsy robe to cover it up. I adjust my wig and make sure it is secure, adding more gloss to my red lips and I am good to go. I look at myself in the mirror and take a deep breath, I can do this. I have been doing this for a long time now so yeah this is not something new. I just always have to give myself a little pep talk before every private dance. I walk out of the dressing room and head to the private dance room. I knock quietly and quickly plas

Aria's POV I am late. So so late. "This is not a good way to start your first day, Aria," I mumble to myself as I walk to my car. I overslept, of course I overslept. I had the best orgasm of my life last night. So good, I didn't even get the chance to think much about my unusual behavior and just went straight to sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I forgot to set my alarm and the only reason I am even awake and ready for work at this time is because Mimi called me, just cause her instincts told her to. Thank God for her instincts. I throw all of the stuff in the car and quickly turn around to go to the driver's side. After getting in the car, I pick up my phone and dial Mia's number. She answers the call almost immediately as if she were waiting for me to call. "Well?" She asks. "Thank you so much for calling me this morning, Mimi. You literally saved my ass." I cry. She laughs "I just knew you would still be in bed." "You have no idea, it was just for a few hou

Ronan's POV I see red. Both the color red and the stripper Red. I have never been so worked up about a girl before. It makes no sense really. I stepped into that club that night because I had promised Mia that I was going to come check her place out, I wasn't there for the opening day and I knew I had to make it up to her. The demands from my work have been so overwhelming that I didn't even have time to go check it out. Until last night. I stepped into the club, signed the membership agreement, and went to the bar to get a drink. I had planned to spend a total of twenty minutes in the club, pick a girl to have a good time with and that's it. That was my plan, but then I saw her. Red. She was in red from head to toe, ginger red hair that was definitely a wig, bright red lipstick, and red lingerie that left literally nothing to the imagination, and those ridiculously high heels that looked downright dangerous. The head-to-toe red thing she had going on would look tacky on a nor

Aria's POV"We meet again, Princess." The sound of his voice makes me realize that I have missed this man. This man whom I barely know and I have only spoken with for less than one hour. I try to feign indifference and walk further into the room. Suddenly, I am conscious of how light this lingerie is, how little it covers, how it leaves everything out there in the open for him to see. I start thinking about how my breast looks in the lingerie, doubting if I look good or not. "Is it a coincidence though?" I ask him forming false bravado. "No, this is not a coincidence, Princess." He started saying while walking closer to me. He stops when he reaches my front and smiles down at me. "Nothing about this is a coincidence." He adds. I try not to show how much his nearness already affects me. I can't give myself away now, I can't let him know how much I love this 'non-coincidence' meeting. "What is it that you want then....?" I trial off. Hinting at him to tell me what his name is. H

Aria's POV Three days later and I'm yet to get down from the high that night gave me. I have been walking with a spring in my steps, singing at the top of my lungs in the bathroom and during my car drives to my day's work. I'm currently dressed in a baby pink suit jacket and wide-legged pants with my favorite black Zara heels and a matching bag. My hair is down my shoulders bouncing with each step I take. I got my hair done after work yesterday— something I rarely do— but I have been so happy for the past few days that I decided to splurge and I'm glad I did. I love how my hair looks and feels. It literally feels like silk, it was so easy to brush through it this morning and that alone made me decide that I am going to be doing this often. I deserve it, I work hard for my money. Even though more than half of it goes into paying off debts and other important bills, the other portion of it goes into feeding and some essentials, and my asshole brother. I shake the thought of my brothe