Chapter 4

“Whatever, do you know why my schedule was moved up?” Sophia couldn't understand why she was moved from 1am to 10:30pm. She wouldn't have the opportunity to sleep some more.

“Didn't you hear what I said? It's all because the Don is around and of course, he'd love to see his girls. Well, I hope he'll notice me tonight.” Mia rambled as he raked her hands through her thick curly black hair.

“Shit I'm late!” She shouted as she practically ran out the door slamming it after her.

Sophia stared at the door and then at the sweater David had given her. There was something about it that made her judge herself.

Instead of covering up like David had earlier instructed, she would definitely slip out of her current clothing and most definitely settle with flimsy black undies, a couple of inches heels, heavy and disguising makeup and her long straight hair tied up neatly in a bun. She would appear like an excited prey waiting for a predator to bid on her body.

She tossed her purse and the sweater aside and decided to prepare for her performance.

Alexandro spent a couple hours back at the office much to the annoyance of Donald. He pouted like a child all through their journey back to Alexandro's mansion to take a quick shower and change and all through their journey to the Rizzo club.

Yet again, Alexandro settled with a fitted white long sleeved shirt and plain navy blue trousers, his shirt neatly tucked into his pants and his black belt screamed composure. Only this time, he didn't look like he had an urgent board meeting on his heels. Instead, his first three loose shirt buttons that showed a full glimpse of his chest and his damp black hair, made him look like a perfect piece of art.

Donald spotted the same casual set he had purchased for Alexandro, his intent was to match with his best friend and Alexandro was obviously irritated at the sight of it, not failing to note his disappointment for Donald. Heck, they were neither couples nor kids to spot a matching outfit together but Donald decided to pout all through their journey to Rizzo.

Donald also didn't fail to remind Alexandro of spotting the same kind of outfit as kids but Alexandro would roll his eyes and remind him they weren't kids anymore.

When their car arrived at the Rizzo club entrance, they both stayed put until their bodyguards rushed to get their doors.

Alexandro stepped out of the car like the feared Don that he was and Donald jumped out with equal composure except he was spotting a big lollipop in his mouth but he looked confident enough to take on anyone.

Alexandro ignored his friend and matched into the building with a few bodyguards on his heels and with his hands in his pockets, he literally walked in slow motion while doors opened for him, heads bowing in acknowledgment and eyes gawking at his jaw breaking features. He enjoyed the attention.

As he approached the strip session, he swiftly turned around to his followers.

“I'm going in alone.” He stated as all heads bowed in acknowledgment except for Donald who continues to pop his lollipop in and out of his mouth.

His followers immediately turned around and left except for Donald who shrugged and walked past him into the strip session.

Alexandro ignored him and strolled confidently to the back seat and settled himself with a glass of wine on a small tray near him.

No one particularly has seen the Don of Rizzo club except for rumors about how he looked or how his personality reverberates the entire building.

Alexandro sipped his drink slowly with his full focus on stage. There was no sign of Donald around him and he thanked his stars for his disappearance and he probably thought he's gone away to sink his fangs into any bimbo of his choice and that isn't entirely false because Donald indeed has already charmed a bimbo at the corner of the strip booth session. He definitely will have fun tonight.

Boredom laced Alexandro's features at the sight of the girls grinding their asses and boobs against the silver pole. At first, he thought that the sight of them would turn him on but he thought wrong. What the fuck are they doing making a fool of themselves like that? He thought and adjusted briskly on his seat until an announcer laughed and said sloppy things into the microphone making most of the audience cheer in excitement.

Why the fuck is there an announcer? Alexandro thought and scoffed, resolving to scold the management. They can't confidently ruin his club for him.

“And up next is…” The announcer slurred into the microphone like he was already drunk and Alexandro face palmed himself. It was actually embarrassing for him.

“Our very own Sexy Straw!” The announcer shouted into the microphone. Sexy Straw? What kind of stripper goes by that name?

He bit his lips and swallowed the lump at the back of his throat.

Watching Sexy Straw triggered certain emotions deep inside of him and he instantly resolved he'd take her home with him.

Sexy Straw now snaked her sexy body around the pole and blew a kiss to the men whose jaws literally dropped to the ground. Her mask tickled her cheeks uncomfortably of which she tried to ignore as she untangled herself from the pole and danced sensually to the music, deciding to steal a drink from her audience and maybe then, she'd completely faze through the disgusting stares and awkward attention she got from her performance.

She climbed down the stage and grabbed the nearest glass of beer and gulped it down and that single act made it look like she was a celebrity waiting to be worshipped by her enthusiastic fans.

She grabbed another glass and gulped it down making drops of the alcohol pour a little down her lips and then it trail down her throat to her cleavage and then she slowly flickered the remnant away from her mouth as her eyes settled in on a fine man seated behind, whose white shirt and loose buttons dared to tickle her core.

She made her way back up the stage and continued her sensual movements.

The short stares Alexandro shared with Sexy Straw was one that caused him an erection. Fuck, this is the strip club he's always envisioned; having an irresistible sight for his customers to make sure they'd be regular. Of course, that sure means more money pouring into his cards.

He liked her because a sly smirk etched confidently against his lips much like every other man present but he was confident he would take her for himself.

Alexandro quickly signaled a male strip attendant to come closer so that he wouldn't scream into the noise. The attendant hurriedly came up to Alexandro's table and leaned in to catch the message.

“Yes sir?” The attendant said politely.

Alexandro scribbled his room number on a small note and slid it to the boy.

“Tell her to see me immediately.” Alexandro instructed as the boy quickly nodded in understanding. Even though it's a few minutes left until the end of Sexy Straw’s performance, the boy had to relay Alexandro's message unless he wanted his head rolling out of the building.

When the boy ran up the stage, he slipped the note into her heels and quickly whispered Alexandro's message into her ears before disappearing to his corner.

Sexy Straw continued dancing with a big smile on her face as she bent to slip out the tucked note and read its content.

That was when Alexandro stood up to leave and Sexy Straw caught the sight of his retreating figure from the stage whilst she mentally noted that, that must be the man who wants her.

She sloppily left the stage much to the disappointment of her excited audience as she strolled up the stairs and walked past several rooms she wasn't looking for.

As she walked, her hips swayed continuously to the music that still can be heard from a distance. Then she stopped in front of room 101, the exact room she was invited to.

She pushed open the doors and walked in, shutting the door behind her. She was met with Alexandro's back as she let out a nervous sigh.

Alexandro who thought he could take her home with him decided against it because he couldn't wait to have her.

When he spun on his heels to look at her, her hands were already stationed at her waist. Then he slowly observed her body and moved towards her.

“Hey Handsome.” Sexy Straw said as Alexandro smirked, satisfied with her cheerful personality.

He snaked his hands around her waist.

“I liked your performance tonight.”

She tried to keep her eyes open, noting that the drink she gulped earlier has finally decided to start kicking in.

“Opps, too bad you couldn't let me finish. Well I'm glad you do. So what are you called huh?” She brought one hand to circle his neck and the other, to caress his stubble.

“Alexandro.” He said as she faked gasped.

“Aww.. a fine name for a fine man.” She slurred against his body.

“And what are you called? Sexy Straw?” Alexandro now caressed her thighs. She rolled her eyes at the impending ecstacy.

She nodded. He smirked. She was drunk.

“A ridiculous stage name but sweet.” He stated. “I meant your real name.”

“I don't discuss real identity.. Alejandro.. no Alexandro sorry.” She slurred as she undid his remaining buttons.

“But I told you mine.”

“You chose to.” She whispered into his ears as she became more amusing in his eyes.

“I want to know.” Alexandro brought her face to look at him.

She smiled sweetly at him.

“Mr Alexandro.. are you just gonna insist on my name or are you gonna fuck me?” She muttered as his eyes became dark with desire.