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CHAPTER SIX

Rachel

A few hours later I was clad in one of the dresses he bought. I unpacked the rest and some actually looked really good but I had already fallen in love with this black one. I just didn't know why though. Apart from the fact that I looked like a frigging godess of course

I deliberated on not wearing any undies at all but decided to at least put on a pantie. I felt uncomfortable in any form of underwear. Couldn't explain why.

My keys jingled in my grip and I danced within me with just the thought of driving to the club. I'll have to park my car where the clients park theirs. I doubt I'm ready to answer anyone's questions on how I got myself one although I could afford it if I really wanted to.

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After one last swift look in the mirror, I grabbed my clutch, walked out of the house and shut the door before locking it properly.

Here was the hard part of everything. Finding him the perfect fake, terrible wife. Everyone at the club was terrible. We were all strippers but he needed someone who was just the right amount of terrible.

On that note, I had two girls in mind and before I get to the club, I needed to make up my mind.

The first was Bianca. She had a crazily hot body so his family wouldn't be suspicious. I'm sure Xander has a taste. She was also a really good stripper. Not like me but fair enough. She had a really dirty attitude. Rude and extremely arrogant. The perfect girl for the job. The only problem was that Bianca couldn't be trusted. No one can but hers was just different. She could play the role perfectly.

The last was Rosaline. Slender and not so curvy but really good at dancing. Like Bianca, she was also really mouthy and didn't care about anything or anyone but unlike Bianca, she wasn't that good at faking anything. It was so obvious and that was gonna be a problem. Would I go with the one I couldn't trust or the one who may not be able to do it.

Signing, I arrived at the parking lot close to the club. I stepped down and spent nearly five minutes making sure my car was properly locked. I'm not risking anything happening to this baby. I would keep my keys in a safe place away from the clutches of the girls.

Satisfied with everything, I proceeded towards the club unable to make a decision.


Music boomed from all corners of the club. I hurried towards my station to get ready for my performance before anyone thinks of taking my spot.

On my way to the dressing room, I started hearing sounds. Low moans and even a groan. Awkwardly, it sounded familiar. Whomever was getting a quickie was loud. I pushed the door open and they hurried off each other

In front of me was Ian and guess who? Bianca. I can't believe I was just about the make her a fucking rich woman. That explains the girl on the phone. Oh wow. I gasped in shock and pain, biting hard on my lips to prevent myself from saying something stupid.

"Well don't stop. Carry on."

I chuckled sarcastically and walked away. I got my phone out and texted Rosaline to Xander not caring about her qualities.

Just then, a bright light shone towards the entrance like the president was about to walk in or something .Everyone paused and there he was walking in on all his glory.


TO BE CONTINUED

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