Who is Xavier’s Father!?

CHAPTER 5

CHLOE’S POV

Immediately I got back from school, Vanezza called me and said she needed to talk to me.

“Chloe, I have something to say to you.”

“Okay, what is it? I’m all ears,” I replied. She hesitated for a moment before speaking again.

“Don’t you think… having a thing with the VIPs will be a great idea? I mean, it will bring a lot of money. For me… for you… for the house. We won’t have to struggle anymore. What do you think? I’ve been thinking about it for a while, so I decided to tell you.”

My expression hardened immediately.

“Oh, no. You should have kept that to yourself,” I replied bluntly. “Mr. Sebastian is the first and the last person I ever vowed to do that with. I will never do it again!. What has come over you?  Huh? Isn’t the stripping job enough for us?”

My voice rose with anger.

Without waiting for her reply, I walked straight into the restroom and slammed the door behind me.

The moment I locked it, my tears burst out.

I cried quietly, remembering everything that had happened that night. Every moment came rushing back, the way he touched and handled me only made the tears fall harder.

And now she still wanted us to do more!?

“No, I’m not doing that again,” I whispered to myself.

“Never, not again.”

I splashed water on my face repeatedly, trying to calm down.

All I could hear her saying from outside was that she didn't mean it ,but  I didn’t respond.

By the time the sun disappeared and darkness swallowed the day, it was time to leave for the club again.

I hadn’t slept well. I hadn’t rested at all. But survival doesn’t care about exhaustion.

I didn’t even plan on going that night, but I didn’t have a choice.

“Get dressed. It’s almost time,” Vanezza said as she stood in front of the mirror applying makeup.

I slowly got up, feeling drained.

I freshened up and wore a short black dress with a deep opening around the chest area. After that, I grabbed my bag and slipped into my heels.

But tonight, I decided not to wear makeup.

“Chloe? No makeup?” Vanezza said, pulling me back slightly to look at my face.

“Yeah. I don’t feel like wearing any,” I replied, already walking toward the door.

“Chloe! Wait for me!”

She quickly grabbed her bag and rushed after me.

When we got to the club, the music was already loud and the lights were flashing everywhere.

We began our usual routine.

But tonight, I stayed to one side, quietly observing the crowd.

My eyes kept scanning the room. I was searching for one person.

The man from that night.

If he was here, I wanted to avoid him at all costs.

“Yo, aren’t you going to dance?” Vanezza said as she walked over to me. “Go meet someone! We didn’t come here to stand around.”

I glanced around one more time to be sure he wasn’t there.

Then I joined the crowd.

I danced with different men as they sprayed money, pretending everything was normal.

Pretending nothing had changed.

After hours of music and noise, the party slowly died down.

Then suddenly the rain started.

A very heavy and cold rain. The kind that felt like it could freeze your bones.

People began leaving quickly.

Some entered expensive cars,some walked away in groups while some followed their companions into the dark night.

I tried calling Vanezza, she didn’t answer.

I searched everywhere with my eyes but couldn’t find her.

Minutes later the club became almost empty.

I sighed.

I had no choice. I would have to go home alone.

I slipped my phone into my bag, removed my heels, and held them in my hand like I was preparing to run if anything happened.

“Hmm… where could she be?” I muttered as I looked around one last time.

But she was nowhere.

The moment I stepped outside the club, the street felt silent dark and cold.

The thin dress I wore barely protected me from the wind.

I shivered as I began walking slowly down the road.

Step by step, hoping  to reach home quickly.

Then suddenly a bright flashlight from a car hit my face. I squinted, trying to see who it was.

But the light was too strong. I turned away and continued walking, pretending to ignore it.

The car slowly followed me.

Then it stopped right in front of me.

“Chloe?”

My heart skipped the moment I heard his voice.

“What are you doing here?”

“This late? Dressed like this?”

“Where are you coming from?”

My stomach dropped.

It was Xavier, of all people.

He was standing right in front of me.

“Erm… I… I…” I stammered, struggling to find something to say.

I was shivering , not only from the cold but from panic.

“Come in,” he said gently. “Let me take you home.”

“No… I’m fine. Don’t worry,” I replied quickly. But he shook his head.

“No, you’re not.”

“I’m taking you to my house. When morning comes, you can go wherever you want. You’re freezing.”

He looked at me seriously.

“Do you want to fall sick?”

Before I could refuse again, he gently guided me into the car.

It had been years since I last sat inside a car like this.

The warmth inside immediately wrapped around me.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked again.

“Why are you dressed like this?”

“Did you go to a party?”

He kept asking questions.

Too many questions.

My head started spinning. “I’m fine!” I replied harshly

 “Enough of the questions please!”

He blinked in surprise. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

The rest of the ride became  silent.

Soon the car stopped in front of a massive mansion.

My eyes widened in disbelief.

The place where I lived wasn’t even as big as his security house.

Not even close.

“Oh my God…” I whispered to myself.

This guy was unbelievably rich.

I stood there staring at the house in pure amazement.

If I lived here,my life  would be completely different.

“Hey,” Xavier said, tapping my shoulder. “Let’s go inside”

I have a small awkward nod and followed him. 

We walked into the living room.

The place was enormous, elegant and expensive.

“Dad, I’m back!” Xavier called out.

Then he turned to me.

“Meet my dad. Dad, meet Chloe.”

The moment his father heard my name, he slowly turned around.

The cup of coffee in his hand slipped slightly.

And the moment I saw his face, my entire body froze.

My heart stopped beating for a while .

“Sebastian Whitmore!” 

I stumbled backward in shock.

“Your… dad?” I whispered.

Oh my God.

Without thinking, I turned and ran out of the house immediately.

Because the man standing in front of me was the same man I had a night stand with. 

And the worst part?

He was Xavier’s father!.