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Chapter One Hundred And Fifty One
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Adriana sat quietly on the bed, staring between the debtor who was speaking too fast, and Massimo, whose grin was just too wide, wondering about what they were talking about that had gotten them so excited.The doctor shook Massimo’s hand again, for what felt like the hundredth time before walking away with his briefcase clutched tightly in his hands.It was until after he had walked out that Adriana found her voice, and with a force, she croaked out;“What is happening? Why’s the doctor so excited?”The last thing she could remember was having a head-splitting headache. The one that had weakened her and made her faint, and now, seeing Massimo so happy as soon as she opened her eyes made it all so confusing.“I am talking to you, Massimo!” She exclaimed, causing Massimo to stop. He gently sat close to her on the bed, draped his arm around her shoulder, and with that grin still plastered across his face, he said to her;“You’re pregnant.”At first, Adriana was very sure she didn’t hear
Mr billionaire’s little stripper Chapter One
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
Mr billionaire’s little stripper Chapter Two
ADRIANA'S POV: IT TOOK the sound of the horn from the bus to get me out of my thoughts as I got out and made my way into the Estate. I had lived there for quite a while yet the security at the gate never failed to fix me with a sly gaze anytime I approached them. My guess was that they were not used to seeing someone from the estate taking the tube or better still coming back at that hour of the night looking so depressing and disordered. As a matter of fact I had come to care less about the way they looked at me as I made my way past them and headed for my house. I was about crossing the road when an expensive car drove crazily past me, almost running me over. I knew certainly well it was driven by rich drunk teenagers who didn't seem fit to offer an apology as they continued driving despite cussing at the top of my voice. My efforts brought no apologies rather teenage voices from the far end of the street drifted to my ears, irritating me the most. A feminine trill of a laugh,
Mr billionaire’s little stripper Chapter Three
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
Mr billionaire’s little stripper Chapter Four
MASSIMO'S POVThe phone in my dresser won't stop beeping despite my pleas for it to stop…just stop.I opened my eyes and could still feel the bang in my head from the hangover of the previous night.It had been two crazy nights in a row and not even after I had misplaced my credit card had it bothered me a bit.To speak, it was not really a bother as I had enough money and what I meant was good cash to run the city on gas for years.Most times I tried to tell myself I was not calling bluff but the fact remains that I was a Billionaire.Massimo Empire had been a name that ran through two generations and when it was handed over to me as its sole heir I had followed right in the footsteps of my predecessors.I soon reached the phone that still won't stop beeping and was surprised to see who the goddamn caller was."My account officer?" I was puzzled as to why she was calling so early past ten am."Good morning, sorry to disturb you." Her voice sounded from the other side of the phone.
Mr billionaire’s little stripper Chapter Five
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
Mr billionaire’s little stripper Chapter Six
ADRIANA’S POVIT WAS becoming so tension filled, as the time ticked. I could hear everything, every single one of it as though it was in the same phase as my heart– Heavy and slow.The sound of vodka being poured over ice making a sizzling noise. The heavy Cigar smoke that washung in the air making breathing difficult and with it came tension, a lot of it.I could see the burning gaze emanating from Massimo from behind where he was sitting– He didn't look like a happy man sitting behind that desk. As a matter of fact he looked far from it, regardless of the frown and all I still had to admit he looked quite handsome.I occupied a chair in front of him, looking not so good with the imprint of his hand on my left chin, leaning back on the chair I could see the displeasing look he gave me.He had asked earlier on if I was the only one involved in this swindle even threatened to find out if someone else was involved, probably a boyfriend but I had convinced him I had none.I looked uninte
Mr billionaire’s little stripper Chapter Seven
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
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