XAVIER
To say the slight movement of the sheets woke me up would be a lie and I detest liars.
I kill them without mercy for thinking that they can cook up stories to deceive me.
So I can't say the movement of the sheets woke me up. I've been awake for long minutes if not an hour, watching the dancer sleep peacefully in beautiful rhythm.
She pushed herself from the bed so fast that an average man wouldn't notice her movements but I was no average man. I only pretended to be asleep to observe her.
Shadows passed my face as she swung her palm over my face as if to confirm that I was still in deep sleep. When I didn't shake, she quickly got dressed, pulling her clothes on like she was running out of time.
'Was there somewhere she was supposed to be at this time?' I wondered as I maintained my cool. It was the early hours of the morning.
When I saw her dancing last night, she intrigued me and I wanted to find out more about her. Although, she was the reason I visited the clubhouse -- my clubhouse.
I've been hearing about the club doing very well because of a particular lady who dances for days and I came to watch her myself. And as expected, she didn't know that I owned the club.
I asked for her special service so I could take a close look at her but she was so intoxicating and I wanted more than just a dance.
Although she wasn't supposed to indulge in sexual acts with a customer, she did with me, thereby defiling my club rules but I wanted to let it slide until I found out that she was so tight when I tried to get in.
Which left me thinking, it's either she hasn't had sex in years or she was a virgin. If she was a virgin why would she give that up this way? _for money_
And now, she's trying to leave before I wake. But something seemed fishy about the way she drew ragged breaths. Walking on tip toes could be understandable but letting out sighs of uncertainty was definitely new. As if she didn't want to go but still had to go.
Yes, my eyes were closed but I could hear her movements and smell her closeness.
Was she--? My thoughts came to a halt when she picked up my gold watch by the bedside table and stormed out of the room as fast and as quietly as she could.
So this was it? She did all that for the watch?
It still didn't make any sense. Yes, the watch was expensive and could buy her an average house in the suburbs but why would anyone give their virginity for a watch?
Except she knew who I was and wanted to steal from me.
I shrugged and tried to catch some sleep for real since I'd been awake for close to two hours but the conflicting thoughts said otherwise. I found myself thinking about the strange lady.
And the thoughts slowly turned to anger.
I grabbed my phone and dialed my top guard's number.
"There's someone I need you to follow closely. I want to know everything about her movements, who she talks to, her parents, her friends, her fucking history Okay?"
"Got it." He replied with a firm voice from the other end.
How dare she steal from me? I wanted to let things end here but it turns out we would have to see how far she can go trying to hide from me and how she would react if her boss, one whom I put in charge of the club found out she slept with a client.