Chapter 9

...........THE NEXT MORNING.................

"Rwaar, I'm a bear and I'm taking over this territory," I said uninterestedly while waving my arms in the air playing super park ranger with Courtney. I was currently in a bear costume.

She gave me a disappointed look. She was in a park ranger outfit. "Come on, Sierra more energy," she said and I rolled my eyes in disinterest but then continued to talk.

"Sierra, could I be the flower girl at You and Xavier's wedding," she said and I opened my eyes now fuelled by anger. "I TOLD YOU I’M NOT MARRYING HIM!"

I exclaimed and she started running with her hands in the air.

"Aah, we need a brave and strong park ranger," she said and went behind the couch and put on a park ranger hat and scarf plus a fake mustache with straw in her mouth as she was holding a toy gun. It was her Halloween costume and the bear costume was mine.

"DID ANYONE SAY THEY NEEDED A BRAVE AND STRONG PARK RANGER," she said trying to replicate a man's voice but she just sounded cute as hell.

She started shooting plastic balls and one hit me and I pretended to fall. She removed the scarf, hat and mustache then said.

"You're so brave and strong park ranger." then she put them back on very fast. "Thanks, pretty lady," she said again trying to replicate a man's voice as she put her foot on my belly and stood feeling victorious.

She became sad all of sudden. "You know this game would be much better if there was a certain male character to play the hero," she said trying to act sad. "I know where you're going little girl and I don't like it at all."

I warned as I lifted my head from my position on the floor and glared at her. She gave a naughty look in response. "Yap, so let's go and see him at the park." she sang but she has no idea what happened between Xavier and me last night and for that, his face is the last thing I want to see.

.....LAST NIGHT...

I had to go to work. My days of heavenly 'sickness' had ended. I packed my wig and box with contacts in my passenger bag.

I first went to check if Courtney was asleep and as usual, she was dead asleep, snoring and all.

I jogged to the club and entered through the back door. I signed in for work and had a few employees ask if I was okay and fine from sickness.

I gave short but polite answers and proceeded to my dresser to put my makeup and costume on.

I went backstage and first took in deep breaths and put on a seductive face and went on stage with a walking stick. It is all part of the show.

I went to the pole and started pole dancing as usual.

After my show was done, I made my way to the back of the club where the men's dressing room was. I entered and obviously, most of them were either butt naked or dressed erotically.

They paid me no mind because I usually enter here and my only pass was to lie to them that I'm lesbian.

But don't get me wrong, I ain't no pervert. I only come here to talk to one specific blonde boy who sits in the dressing mirror in the corner.

I spotted his nest of blond hair and walked over to sit in the chair next to him. "Hi, Aaron," I said and he glanced at me with a plain face and continued patting his face with concealer.

I noticed faint traces of bruises and my heart fell.

"Hello," he said simply. "So you finally decided to come back to work," he said as he stood up to proper his clothes. He was in an erotic sailor outfit. He must be doing a private show today.

"Yeah, I needed a break anyway," I said looking at the ground.

"Okay, so you were not sick," he said simply as he gave me no eye contact and just looked at the mirror in front of him.

"I was starting to think you died," he said as he added mascara under his eye. "Nope, still alive. Anyway, how are you doing?" I asked and he froze and put the makeup pencil down.

Usually, he produces no emotional scent but now he was painted with the scent of pain. "Good," he said and continued to apply the black mascara.

"I have a show in the next thirty minutes so summarize," he said sitting down once again.

I know you're curious as to why this guy is as he is. Well, let's just say we co-relate with each other. Just like me, he had a rough time growing up but he is more on the traumatic side.

Let's just say, he's here against his will. I decided to befriend him because I was unable to get an emotional scent from him yet he’s human. Not even stoicism.

"Aaron, can I treat you after work today?" I said and he glanced at me for a few seconds. "Sure," he replied simply. I really could not read him and to some extent, I was intrigued by it but when I found out why he’s the way he is, I was heartbroken.

He didn't produce a distrustful scent of any sort or depression. It's like emotion doesn't exist to him.

"It happened again if you're curious," he said plainly as he put on his gloves.

My heart sank when he said the words and I swallowed hard. I wish I could help him but I can't.

I've seen Aaron's performances a few times but he smiles and pulls out a few erotic faces but no scent at all, not even disgust.

"Aaron, you can come live with me for a bit-" he cut me off.

"You know what will happen if I do that," he said simply and stood up. "See you after the performance," he said and walked to the stage at that.

I walked out of the men's dressing room and went to the dance floor.

I started to wander around the club. I got a couple of men asking to fuck but I would pull out some fake excuses. Some bought me a couple of drinks but I never really drink them, I’d take a sip and no more.

I put up a conversation and wait till they go so I can dispose of the liquor. I don’t like leaving work when I’m drunk, it’s a lot to handle in the morning.

One of my coworkers came to talk to me. “Hey Sunny, Boss needs you in her office.” She said simply and left.

I got off my chair and paced through the dance floor to Ms. Veronica’s office.

The moment I entered, a familiar scent filled the air. I could tell that scent anywhere. There was a man seated, with dark hair, a dark mask, and bright eyes.

He smirked. “Perfect.” He said as he looked at me. I looked at Ms. Veronica in confusion.

“Ms. Sunny, this is Mr. Kingston, he booked you last time but you weren’t available. He still insists on it until now.”

“I decline.”

I said immediately and Ms. Veronica glared at me.

“He’s offering 10,000.” She said as she gave me a warning look. Fuck, if I don’t accept I’ll lose my job, right.

I looked from him to her and back. My heart was beating loud, my skin was crawling. I didn’t want to lose my job, it’s just once, just do it once and move on, right?

This explains why he didn’t seem tense at all the time we met him on our way to the Farmer’s market- because he had a plan B. He’s a fox indeed.

I hate to lose but, Xavier won this one.

“Ok.” I crocked out and he smirked then tilted his head before turning in his seat, standing up, and offering his hand for me to take.

"Go pick up your belongings." he proceeded outside as I went to my dresser to pick up everything I came with.

I pacded out of the club and to the back where a black expensive-looking car was parked. He held the door open for me.

“You planned this all, didn’t you.” I glared at him and he smirked and then let out an amused low laugh.

Despite the fact that I was agitated, the vibrations from his voice still gave me tingly feelings all over.

“Oh Sierra, my sweet small Sierra, I always get what I want.” He said looking at me dead in the eye then motioned for me to get in the car but I hesitated.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked.

“A hotel.” He said simply and I took a deep breath before entering his car.

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He came out of the bathroom in a robe and he rubbed his hair with a towel. It didn’t fully cover his chest so I saw a faint outline of his chest and heat rushed to my cheeks.

Fuck!

He froze and looked at me before speaking. “You can go in now.”

I stood up to go to the bathroom.

“Also, take off the contacts and wig.” He added before I went in. I drew the bath and took off the wig and the contacts.

I checked the cabinet for any sort of face wipes and got my hand on three sachets. I wiped off the makeup and then washed my face with the liquid soap at the side of the sink.

My face was completely bare when I entered the bathtub. I shampooed and washed my hair and then my body.

I put on a robe that hang on the rack and looked in the mirror just for reaffirmation.

I walked out of the bathroom feeling a bit more nervous than usual. He looked at me as he sat on the bed in silence. He then stood up and crouched down to a drawer on the nightstand.

“Wear this,” he tossed a silk pajama at me and I was kind of confused. Maybe he has a thing for fully dressed-women. Trust me, I’ve been with men like that.

I returned to the bathroom, put it on, and came back out. He was seated on the bed in only pajama shorts, no shirt. His chest was bare, his eight abs were properly sculpted and his pecs were thick and plump, his biceps were bulging with every movement of his hand.

Shit, I’m definitely already in the mood.

Dirtywhore!

His back was against the headrest, a laptop in his lap and his attention was completely drawn to it as he typed.

He’s doing that at a time like this? And why does he still have that stupid mask on?

He didn’t even glance at me, he just tapped the space beside him. I was a bit irritated that he didn’t give me his attention but I sat at his side as he typed.

“You can rest if you want.” He said still looking at the laptop.

What the fuck does he mean by that? Did he bring me here to not do anything with me?

Anyway, it’s not like I want to.

Liar!

I slipped in under the covers and tried to sleep but his scent, his warmth, they were making me have unholy thoughts right now.

My flower was already wet and warm. I wanted it so bad right now.

From my peripheral view, I saw him close the laptop and then heard him place it on the side rest.

The next thing I knew, his hand was on my waist and his lips on my neck. My breath got quicker, my body got hotter and pleasure erupted from wherever he touched. His breath was tickling my neck too and I heard him chuckle.

“You’re so impatient, Sierra.”