The Ex-Wife's Billionaire Lover || Editing

Chapter Four

Where had he gone?

He was such a mysterious man.

Carrie had started to whine as I looked for a good place to eat and I tried my hardest to calm her down.

It was hard with hardly any money in my pocket.

But I managed to find a cute little booth and bought the cheapest thing they had. I sighed to myself, wondering where the hell would I find a place for us to stay tonight? Everything was such a mess and so damn hard.

I definitely wasn't going back there, to him.

We stayed at the booth for as long as we could.

But it was starting to get cold.

My eyes flickered down to the sleeping girl in my arms and tears threatened to spill. I can't be like this. I've never been like this. I've never been this miserable.

A familiar lady stood not too far from me and I watched her in curiosity, she looked so familiar but where had I seen her before? She stood to far.

Our eyes connected and she took fast steps to me.

"Oh my god, it's you, Lily!" She squealed.

Kenzie! Obviously I remember her, we were friends in sophomore and I bet if I wasn't holding a sleeping Carrie then I, too, would have squealed in delight at her sight.

I watched her as she looked around, probably wondering what I was doing here, all alone. I told her it was a long story to explain and she had asked me if I could go with her, of course I had to say yes to that.

Unfortunately,

She lived in a club which had one small room.

It'll have to do for now. I can't be picky now.

Kenzie motioned to the child in my arms and I sighed, quickly starting to to tell her everything that went down and her jaw stayed dropped the whole time.

When it was over, she looked at me in pity.

I hated that. I didn't want anyone's pity.

"What do you do here, in a club?" I asked in hesitation, feeling uncomfortable here.

Her eyes moved away from mines but not before I saw the tears in her eyes. She started to tell me that she worked here, as a stripper and I didn't dare to judge her, definitely not now, not like this. We all had our problems. She had told me her parents died two weeks after I traveled to them. This was the only way she could eat and take care of herself she said while sniffling her tears away.

But I understood her.

I understood how she felt.

Like she had no one, nothing, no where to go, nothing to eat, always have endless questions.

I knew it all too well.

I brought her in for a hug and held her tightly to me, allowing her to cry and share some of her pain with me.

***

A week later and today would be the first day I was going on as a stripper.

Would you like to know why?

Two days after I arrived here, in this club with Kenzie, she was almost out of her stock- thanks to me and I felt like a huge burden to her, even though she continuously denied it, saying everything was okay. I noticed a while later and asked her if there was anything I could do to help her, knowing full well that I would do whatever it took to help.

I tried looking for a job.

No one would dare to hire me.

And I really felt the need to strangle that Xavier guy! This was all his damn fault, he did this. It was all happening because of him.

The situation had only gotten worst.

But then one of Kenzie's friends offered me a job, to be a stripper, to join in on their family. I wouldn't need to have sex but I rejected at first.

Saying I'd find a job.

But as you can see, luck is hardly ever on my side.

Because I didn't find a job.

So now here I was, getting ready for my first time on stage.

I had make sure Carrie was fast asleep before we left and had locked her into the room, too, for safety.

When we entered downstairs, in the club, I gulped, suddenly feeling everything hit me all at once. The people, the music, the smell of alcohol. But it didn't take me long to get my first customer.

I was about to dance, just like I had been thought when a warm hand landed on my arm and gripped me hard, pulling me to a hard chest and into a dark room. I knew it was a guy so I kept thrashing.

He was far too strong.

"What do you want?" I screamed at the unknown person.

He dipped his head down and brushed his lips past my ears causing a shiver to run through me. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" The man snarled in my ear, anger and blood red anger was all I could hear from him.

"Xavier," I breathed out.