The Billionaire's Stripper Wife

Thomas’s POV: “For God’s sake, grandpa! I am not ready to take the responsibility just yet.” He yelled after being lectured for an hour about how he was an irresponsible man. He had just returned after an amazing night with the new girl he had met at a party. Now, all his good mood was down the drain thanks to his persistent grandfather: James Walker. He heard his grandfather sigh as he sat down on his favorite chair. He was silent for a minute before speaking. “Thomas, I have given you enough liberty to enjoy life the way you want. I cannot afford to do that anymore. I am not healthy like I used to be, so it is hard for me to run the company. I want to make you the CEO as soon as possible, and you have to listen to my orders whether you like it or not.” He said in a calm but stern voice while leaning back as if the deal was sealed, and he would not listen to anything Thomas had to say. But Thomas was his grandson. He would be damned if he did not fight for himself. “I will not be

“Aunt Mary, is she okay?” She asked her mother’s best friend while panting heavily. Only she knew how she was able to reach the hospital after receiving the call that her mother’s condition was not good. Mary looked at Olivia and nodded her head. She looked worried to no end. “I went to your apartment after you left, to check up on her and stayed for half an hour. She was sleeping peacefully, but when I was about to leave, she suddenly started vomiting. It was not normal. I had to call the ambulance and bring her here.” She said with a bit of a shaky voice. Olivia would thank her profusely if she was in her senses at that moment. Aunt Mary was her mother’s best friend from college and lived in the same apartment building they lived. She would often check up on her mother while Olivia was away for work. She could not have been more grateful that she was there with her mother. “The doctor is seeing her at the moment.” She informed patting Olivia’s back. Olivia pushed back the tears th

“Hello.” She greeted quietly as soon as she stepped inside the apartment. It was her habit even when there was no one in sight, just like how there was no one then. She went to her mother’s room to check if she was sleeping and sure enough, she could be seen fast asleep. She was glad as she did not want to face her at that moment without her expression giving away the dismay she was at. She kissed her mother’s cheek and went to her room. She got out of her skimpy outfit and stilettos. She could still feel the cab driver’s eyes earlier that were digging holes with the way he was ogling her. Those kinds of stares still made her uncomfortable. All credit went to Joe for not allowing her to change into her clothes. She would have to go to the club and get her clothes the next day if she still had the job. It was very less likely. Joe would not let her go after she slapped him. She still had a tiny bit of hope. After all, that was all a person could do when everything and everyone in the

“I am sorry. You are not fit for the job.” The manager politely slid her resume toward her. Disappointment washed over her. It was the second place she had tried that day. The small café shop had a sign that they needed a waitress. Since she had no experience, they rejected her. The first place she tried was a salesperson's job in a small outlet. They asked her about her experience and after knowing what she did for a living, they ushered her out quickly saying they did not need a salesperson. She had never felt so insecure as she did after failing to secure a job in those two days. She had been seeking a job since the previous day when she got a call that she was fired. She was not going to give up. She would find a job soon. She left the café and decided to call it a day. Her phone was dead and she was so tired because she had not been sleeping and eating properly. What she worried the most about was how to inform her mother that she had lost her job and how to bear the expenses.

“Oh my God Sana, I cannot thank you enough. You have no idea what you have done.” She was on the verge of crying. She had been so emotional considering everything that had happened in the past week. She was unable to find a job, and her mother needed to go to her monthly check-up. For that, she needed money. A piece of paper, without which, they would be kicked out of the apartment and her mother would not be able to continue her treatment. Sana had done her a huge favor. “Don’t be silly. And I’m sorry it took me so long. Dad was busy with his trip, so he could only help once he was back. Thankfully, he was able to secure a job. But, the job is not that high-paid like your previous one.” She could hear the hesitation in Sana’s voice. She chuckled. “Right now, what I need the most is a job even if that is low-paid. I will try to do a part-time job as well if the pay is not enough. Once again, thank you, Sana. I love you!” She blew a kiss making Sana laugh. “Enough with your "thank y