Mr billionaire’s little stripper

ADRIANA'S POV: Was there a better way to describe how picturesque the night life at West Sussex was? I doubted anyone could describe the route better than I did. Right from the edge of the city where Alexander the club where I had worked my ass off over the last couple of months stood to the bus station where I took my one way ticket home, right from that point to the high cost Estate at the West lane. I could describe every bit of it with my eyes closed. It was funny that I lived at all in that part of town and could be thought rich by everyone else but the fact remains that immediately I walked through that Alleyway that leads to a house not so called home, I was back to the reason I had to work to earn a living. Immediately I stopped at the house with a white front door and a golden knocker; one with marble flooring and a beautiful staircase with a lacquer shine and a sparkling chandelier as if leading up to heaven that was where my evening began to crumble. My life was that

ADRIANA'S POVWHICH beat more lightly, the drizzling rain or my fickle heart?To a much greater relief I would pick my heart. It felt so much better coming back and finding the end if the stairway empty meant at least that I was not a murderer just yet as I walked to my room dropping the drugs I had just gotten from the pharmacy on the table. I watched as the rain beat lightly against my window as I padded my way to the bathroom leaving my trail of clothing on the ground.Soon the only sound that filled the room was the one faucet as warm water matted my hair to my shoulders.I walked out soon enough and for a minute I took my time to look around again in room, it felt different from how I had left it and I couldn't quite place the reason why, I shrugged to myself before putting on a thick cardigan and pulling out my laptop with my headset buzzing away to cool music while I went through my Expert first level hacking program.It was the other thing I spent my time on, downloadin

ADRIANA'S POVI LOOKED like I just won a million dollars in the lottery as I basked all day.I had that exact amount in the account and the thought that alone made me over zealous.For one, all the debts I had were cleared and I had been getting ready to get the preparation for my mother's hospital bills in NYC.There was a saying that money makes the world go round, I had thought it to be a mere figure of speech till this moment, I could literally feel the world spinning while I stood fixed still not knowing what to do with the rest of the money in my account."Carolina, if you had a million dollars what would you do?"Calolina was a stripper as well who danced with me on Wednesdays, the thing about her was she spent her money on drugs but when she was sober and not on anything she made a lot of sense talking.We closed for the day and as I made my way home I could still hear her voice at the back of my head telling me what she would do if she had that amount right now in her account

MASSIMO'S POVLEANING back on the soft sofa with my legs crossed, my attention was divided between the thick mist of smoke floating into the air and her pretty face that was quite remarkable.Looking at her from a far off she looked incapable of this theft, but when you look at the dark side of the business she was involved in, you'd know better.Strippers were never really to be trusted no matter how gentle they seemed; it was just in their nature to do dubious things.I could feel every bit of anger trickling down my nerves, despite how subtle I might seem at that moment, but it was strong enough that I had to keep choking it down with a cup of whiskey.Despite all that, It burned in my throat, as I could feel every bit of it expanding on my chest, like a virus willing to rip my soul apart.My eyes skimmed the expanse of space as I searched across the room for Marcus, my one and only reliable guard; wiping my hand with a napkin. I was agitated at the fact that he was yet to be bac

Adriana’s POVThe cold water from the shower overhead trickled down my face and skin, leaving a numb chillness in its wake and despite the fact that I was bathing with clean water and I could perceive the sweet scenting soap on my skin, I still felt really dirty and stinky, like filth.“No matter what you do Adriana, you’re filth and filth you’ll remain for as long as you live!” Amy’s harsh words rang in my ears like music from a broken tape, and for the first time in my life, I welcomed it. I welcomed her insults and her down talking; and I welcomed every other negative feeling that came with being the unwanted child… the black sheep.I distinctly remembered how I used to desperately clamor for her attention and then after mother remarried, I began to clamor for a sense of belonging, for love, for care until I realized that all I had been doing for the most of my childhood was clamoring for things that I couldn’t get… things I could never have.Tears leaked out of my eyes as I thoug