章 5: Triple X
Unknown POV.
Hours earlier.....
Damn it, who the f**k can be calling at this hour? I cursed under my breath, not wanting to disturb number ten next to me.
I smirk. Glancing at her, oh yes, she was a ten indeed. I lick my lips as I recall our earlier dalliances.
Picking up my phone, I see that it's four fifty am. I swipe, seeing it's Roger, and answer, "What!!"
"Sir, outpost number one hundred and forty-five has gone dark, and we lost contact about two hours ago."
"F**k, F**k, F**k, it's this f**king Alpha f**king mutt, I am sure of it, and he is really starting to PISS me the F**K OFF," I shouted.
Number ten stirred, "sorry babe, everything is alright. Go back to bed," I cooed, patting her softly. Then I got up and went downstairs to my office.
"Get a team down there now and find out what happened. If anything is missing, I want to know everything and scrub that place top to bottom. Do NOT leave a trace of evidence that we were even there."
"Yes, boss."
I end the call. Damn it, this Alpha is becoming an expensive pain in my a$$. Thinking about better prospects, my mind wanders to lovely Aubrianne.
I will have to put my plans for her on hold temporarily. Nonetheless, I will have my men continue to follow the Hunter and proceed with the preparations for her arrival at my special lab.
Right now, I need to take care of this Alpha problem. What I have planned for her is extremely special and should not be rushed. I must ensure everything is in place to go perfectly without any problems or further delays.
I smile sinisterly...
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Three Days Earlier Far, Far Away...
Thursday, 22nd July 2021
Aubrianne Ivanov POV
I stare at myself in the mirror and see that spark of excitement dancing in the depths of my big almond-shaped eyes. Light honey brown with a hint of grey is my natural shade, and they glow gleefully.
They soon move to my heart-shaped lips, then soft angled eyebrows, straight nose, and long brown hair kissed with streaks of highlights.
My gaze then drops to my chest, ensuring the girls are neatly tucked away in my barely there glittering two-piece lingerie number. After adjusting them, confirming that the cleavage is evident, I stare off in the mirror, lost in my thoughts at just how far I have come.
Currently, I was sitting in one of the high chairs in 'Triple X's' dressing room. Triple X is one of the most popular strip clubs in the country, where I worked as a stripper, and sometimes I held on by the bar.
At present, I am ready to close this chapter and start anew. I just graduated with honors from Clifton Hill College and am about to start my internship at one of the most prestigious accounting firms in the world "Theodore Claude Thornton and Associates."
Which, by the way, is on the other side of the world, so this is my last night and my last dance at this place. I have grown to love more than hate in the last two and a half years.
Letting out the air I did not know I held, as so many emotions course through me, anxiety over saying my goodbyes, excitement for where I am heading, a bit of gloom that I am leaving everyone behind as I embark on this journey, only because I will miss them but not that I wanted to stay.
Either way, I was ready for what was to come next.
These people I am leaving behind are considered family. To my knowledge, I have no family left. My mom died just before I started college five years ago. It was an accident caused by a drunk driver.
As I remembered, I sucked in a ragged breath and slowly exhaled, rubbing my temple gently as if trying to rub the memory away. I grimace just thinking about it, as that was the worst time of my life.
As for my dad, my mom never spoke of him. She did, however, say it was one night a long time ago. Every time I would push her for more information, she always danced around the subject and said things like, 'You do not know what you are asking for,' 'You do not want that kind of life,' or 'It will never be safe for you if anyone found out,' even, 'it's too dangerous which by the way just always left me more confused and with more questions.
But that never stopped me from thinking about him, whether he was out there looking for me, or did he even know I existed? Was my mother telling the truth?
At one point, I had the marvelous idea to try and find him, but I quickly realized how futile that idea was because I had not the slightest clue of where to begin looking.
Yea, that can happen when you don’t even have a name to type into the search bar after rummaging through my mother’s stuff after her death.
Amongst my mother's things, it was like my dad never existed. Not a picture or a crumpled piece of paper with a name and an address on it, though that would be too easy, huh?
I sigh, and then my thoughts quickly switch to my girlfriend, Jada. She was the one who introduced me to the Strip Club and my best friend.
Jada is a brilliant woman, and she has gone to college and gotten her qualifications in business management. Now she was simply working at the strip club to save money for her business venture. I am so proud of her and, deep down, wish I had the means to bring her with me.
But how can somehow uproot their lives just like that? I couldn’t ask her to do that anyway.
Before the club, I used to work at a little grocery store not too far from my college, about five blocks away. However, the strip club was two towns over, far away from school!
Thankfully, I never ran into any of the students because they can be mean. I have had firsthand experience with mean students so many times I don't care to remember, and the thought of one of them spotting me there on any night was a constant bother.
However, one mortifying night, I stepped out onto the stage, and who I could see front and center was my English teacher Mr. Walsh. Yes, we saw each other and easily recognized each other. Our eyes made four.
Another reason to give thanks was that neither of us wanted anyone to know we were at such an establishment, so we never spoke of it, and I was thankful he never threatened me or tried to make advances taking complete advantage of the situation.
Because that was another thing that I was worried about, but he was a gentleman.
I appeared in Mr. Walsh's class the next day, sitting in my usual seat at the front right corner as if merely a few hours ago, I was not seductively flaunting my assets, gyrating, legs spread eagle a few times and carrying on in a sultry yet erotic manner on a stage in front of people for tips…
Goodness, how can I forget, another time there was a parent of one of the popular students in my class, James Stanton. His son was the jock, well more like a jerk, Jonathan Stanton, and James was a married man.
I was thankful, or should I say hopeful it was the same. That neither of us wanted anyone to know our whereabouts, although, with him, I don’t think he had even recognized me.
I rested easily on that one, plus the students never looked at me weirdly or anything after that night, so I assumed I was safe.
Knowing students had anything slipped, the entire school would have found that the same day.
Jeez, kids were cruel!
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