LOGINLexi's POVI looked up at him with determined eyes. "Let me repay you. Let me be your eyes. I want to help. I want to be your personal search dog-your own PI. Let me monitor the penthouse. Let me sniff this mole out and expose them." I begged, desperation creeping into my voice.Bishop raised an eyebrow, clearly shocked. "You want to do that for me?"I nodded. "Yes. I'm not asking for anything in return. This is for you. You saved me from the streets, Boss. This is the least I can do." I cried.Bishop walked toward me slowly, standing directly above me."Get up." He blurted smoothly.I hesitated, pretending to be unsure if he was angry or not."I said get up," he repeated, a little firmer.I immediately sprang up, eyes focused on him.We stood there-close. His eyes pierced into mine like he was searching for cracks. Lies. Fear.But me? I didn't flinch. I stared back. Calm. Brave. Trustworthy.I knew this was the final test.And I passed it, maybe I didn't.Bishop isn't the type to be
Lexi's POVThe air was quiet in the penthouse that night. Some girls were still whispering about the blast at the club, some were tucked away, trembling under their blankets. But me?I was in my room, freshly showered, my robe tied loosely around my waist, my hair damp, face washed clean of makeup. The moment I got into my room earlier, I made sure everything-everything-was hidden. My laptop was back in its false-bottomed drawer. The fake IDs, burner phone, the original sketches of my blog logo-everything that could connect me to the anonymous blog-was gone. Hidden in places even the devil would miss.My bag was empty.The fake explosive tools were long destroyed.The scent of mint and vanilla floated through my room. Of course, you're free to call it the-deceptive-scent. I had turned on my diffuser to make the space feel calm, and maybe welcoming. I even arranged my slippers neatly at the corner of the bed, hoping I wasn't doing too much again. My bedsheet was perfectly smooth.I
Lexi's POV The blast had barely settled when the door suddenly flew open. I've been expecting the door to slam open since, I was certain Dom would come rushing in to check up on Bishop.Just like I'd imagined, Dom rushed in through the door.He stood frozen for a second, eyes wide, taking in the wreckage. Bishop's shattered desk. The black scorch on the floor. Smoke curling in the air. And me, I was draped over Bishop, like a human shield.I could feel Dom's stare drilling into me.But I didn't move.Didn't blink.And just like that, I let my body fall limp, slumping into Bishop's arm as if I couldn't hold myself up anymore and would faint anytime soon.I'd have my arms slack and dangling at my sides like someone unconscious, and my head rolled to the side faintly just like I practiced.Dom rushed forward. "Boss! What the hell just happened?" He asked, shocked and surprised at the wreckage he was staring at.Bishop pushed himself up, coughing from the smoke. His suit was scorched alo
Lexi's POVI was sitting on the velvet couch in the ladies' suite, my legs crossed, my face calm-but inside, I was pacing.The long queue was moving slowly. Maybe too slowly.Of course we have more than hundred performers at Wet Nights so this doesn't seem like something that will finish anytime soon.Just like how Dom had instructed us, the girls were being called one by one, each stepping out to go face Bishop. And when they returned-that's if they returned-they weren't the same.I saw it first in one girl's face.Pale. Eyes wide. Hands shaking as she collapsed onto the couch next to the mirror. She didn't say a word. She just kept staring at the floor like it had spoken to her and told her something terrifying.Another girl came back... limping. I was shocked, and it made me question, "is Bishop torturing them in there?"It was terrifying and I realized some performers didn't come back at all. Now shocked is an understatement to describe my feelings-I was scared. "Where did she go?
Lexi's POVAnd now... I was locked in the same building with the man I'd just exposed on the world's stage.I didn't say a word to anybody, I couldn't.I remained quiet.I slowly turned around and started to look at all the faces in the room. I noticed fear was all on their faces, but not the kind of guilty fear, it was just a normal fear of terror. But mine? It was different, it was a guilty fear.Fear of not being caught tonight.This was more than just a normal fear.It was a kind of fear that comes just by the thought of not making it out of this club alive tonight.What if it all ends here tonight?For some reason, I think I wouldn't regret it much, after all, I've destroyed enough already, and I've made an impact in the minds of millions and I know they'll never rest until they see Wet Nights Club by the truth about everything I've revealed so far.If I die here tonight, all I need is for someone to find my laptop and make one last post, telling the world about my death just lik
Lexi's POVSomething was going on.But I've no idea what was happening.Dom came sending all the clubbers and clients out of the club, while all the performers were forced to return back to the ladies' suite for the time being."No performer is allowed to leave the club and everybody must await Bishop's order." Dom kept barking the order at us.And now, everybody is scared.Nobody knows what's happening or why Bishop asked Dom to keep us all within the club.After Dom went back to Bishop's office, I didn't join the other performers to gossip or panic, I simply walked to one of the rooms in the ladies' suite and started to undress.The heels were hurting my feets, so I pulled them off slowly and exhaustively.Though active, my mind was far away from me.I couldn't stop thinking of multiple reasons why Bishop would ask Dom to send out all the clubbers and empty the club, but didn't send out the performers."Why the hell didn't he send the performers out too? Why keep us indoors? What is







