The Stripper Who Cried Wolf

The Stripper Who Cried Wolf - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

"You feeling alright, Jordan?" Adam murmured in a hush voice as we walked out of the strip club, Heaven.

"I'm fine," I retorted, wanting to go back inside for another glimps of the mysterious girl that had my attention so fully, I felt I was on the hunt... and she was my prey. "I'm going to go for a quick run,"

"Yeah, let loose." Adam squeezed my shoulder with a grin. "We've got to watch Darren, anyway, else he'll see the bride to be before tomorrow."

"I wouldn't put it past the bastard," I laughed, easing up a little.

Adam's eyes brightened a little, "Are you going with Saskia to the wedding?"

"I haven't decided yet," I replied with a shrug as we walked along the darkened streets of Forest Valley, the stars shining, the breeze caressing and the streets glowing.

"Dude, you have just over twelve hours to get a date or you'll be alone. Who goes to a wedding alone?"

"Ah, that's where I'm smart, my friend." I grinned wickedly.

"Do tell, oh great one," Adam laughed, intrigued.

I smiled, "Well, I did hear that Kim's cheif bridesmaid has killer legs,"

"You dog," He guffawed. "Sharp mind, my friend."

"Now, if you'll excuse me, Gent's," I announced, heading towards the forest as they turned for home. "I have a date with the forest,"

"Later, Alpha," Each called, devotion in each voice.

I waited until they were gone and then turned back towards the strip club. I hid in the shadows, waiting silently.

"Night, Frank," I heard a sweet, soft, melodic voice that sent a shiver all over my body.

"You want me to give you a ride home, sweetheart?" A bouncer on the door called as I heard heels on the pavement drawing nearer and nearer.

"I'm fine, Frank," The girl called, "I'm taking a walk home tonight,"

"Call me if you need me," I heard him call. "You shouldn't be on the streets at this time alone,"

"Thanks for caring, Frank," And then I saw her.

Her long blonde hair blew in the wind as she pulled her black coat on that was tight around her waist with a belt while the bottom half puffed out.

She looked so much different than the way she did in her strip gear. She wore a pair of light blue jeans, flat black pumps, a white leopard print scarf, a black bag hooked over her shoulder and tucked safely between her body and her arm, and the belt on the coat was covered in diamonds.

I was shocked to see that the only make-up she wore was eyeliner, a tiny bit of mascara and a light, clear gloss over her lips.

She looked edible.

I slunk around the back of a building and around the corner so that she didn't think I was stalking her.

And then about five blocks from the strip club, I got a lucky shot.

I heard her scream as a man dressed in black grabbed the bag from her shoulder and ran.

"Hey!" She cried, chasing him.

My heart went to my mouth. What if he turned on her with a knife? What if she put herself in further danger?

With that in mind, I ran for the man. I could have caught him but I needed to look human, else it would scare her. I ran past her and heard her gasp at the shock of seeing me.