Enemies to Lovers

CHAPTER 9

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My lingerie set was still in my hands. I'm proud of myself, and I don't care what people say or even think about me. Take this advice from me, people will still talk shit about you even if you're not doing anything wrong, so just fuck it and do whatever the fuck you want.

"Are you ready? You have a special visitor." Antony claps his hands, so I can get ready quickly, and I nod. Special visitor? The word stuck in my head.

Who's that special visitor that is here for me? No one knows I'm here working. My heart is bumping so fast that I feel like it's going to run out of my body.

I put on my lingerie. It was silver with some glitter, and there were strasses all over my stomach. I'm not going to lie; it was so fucking good.

I also got my heels, which were gray/transparent; I got my perfume; I got a small purse to place the money in; and I let my long hair fall down my back. And I did my makeup, I kept my nails as they were. I'm excited and nervous at the same time.

Alright, it's time to perform. I checked myself for the last time in the mirror and went to the private room to check my 'special visitor'.

I've followed Antony since it was my first time here, and I'm the only girl who was going to the performance for that man.

"Here, good luck." Antony taps my shoulder and gives me that shiny smile. He leaves, and I enter.

It was a secluded area where they may also perform lap dances/ sex dances with individual customers in secluded areas. My head was straight up, and as I walked downstairs, all eyes were on me. Whistles came from everywhere.

Entering the room, my heart skipped a beat, and my eyes widened as if someone had stabbed me with a knife. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. That's insane.

How in the world did he know I was here? How did he know I was working here? No one knows about this. I was shocked. But I didn't let him get over me, I let my head go straight up. I'm proud of myself, of who I am, and of what I'm doing. I'm not going to let anyone break me.

My eyes shone from the lights, that was only at me. A grin formed on my face, feeling proud. I walked and didn't care about anything.

Romeo was there. He was with a group of men, and I'm sure they work for/with him. The moment they saw me, they started whispering in each other's ears. I didn't care; I went to the stage to perform for them.

My scent and Romeo's scent are mixed up. It filled the whole room. The room was only filled with murmurs from men. While he's only looking through my eyes like he's searching for something. For answers.

His eyes never left my body, scanning it with lust. He was angry, and I could say that. I hate this man. What was he thinking coming here? To where I work.

"Shocked?" He mutters. I didn't say anything. I ignored him. But how did he know I was here?

Our eyes met; that eye contact was amazing.

"You can start," a man says from afar, and I did. I place my hands on the pole and dance.

I was dancing and doing that acrobatic trick, and I wasn't scared of anything. Swaying my hips, doing the ballet dance, my legs opened as I went down and up.

It's the opposite, I was feeling confident, dancing, and performing on the stage in front of those men, especially him.

His eyes were all over my body. He couldn't take his eyes from me, and I was too good. I'm not gonna lie, I didn't know I had this experience dancing as a stripper.