Walk of two lives

Chapter 1

Reina

Don't tell me what to do or say, and please don't put me on show when I go out with you.

My phone's ringtone rang. Who could it be, I'm so tired. Oh, I glanced at my phone! s**t! I'm running late for work!

It's Maya, one of my coworkers at the workplace. Let's travel back in time a little bit.

After finishing my studies, I wanted to earn a livelihood in order to support my mother and younger brother, so I discovered a strip club and joined as a stripper, the money wasn't terrible, and we were drawing a lot of clients, so the club grew and is now one of the finest in town.

I've been a dancer for almost five years and am now one of the club's youngest strippers. Then I ran into Carla, my former roommate from college, who offered me another position at her company since she was going to Norway to be with her husband and deliver baby.

Her work wasn't all that terrible; she was simply a personal assistant to a gorgeous hunky boss. During the day, I work as a normal PA, but at night, I dance on a pole. If you're wondering why I'm still stripping while working as a PA, it's because the bills won't pay themselves. I need to work hard since I have to pay for my brother's school, my mother's maintenance, and my personal expenses, so these two jobs are very beneficial. Now, back to the nonsense of being late for work.

I drove like a madman to work. Luckily, I wasn't caught by my lovely gentleman in blue when eluding vehicles and overtaking.

Maya gave me the "you're so dead" expression.

"I know, but don't tell me, I worked late last night, it's that time of year when everyone just received a bonus salary or something."

I stated.

"Just go file the paper stuff on your desk, and make sure he doesn't see you come in late," she worriedly urged. I gave her a nod. Maya, the receptionist, is a redhead with a golden heart who can perform some amazing body flips if you dare to infringe on her territory.

I walked inside my office; my boss's office, which is next to mine, was still closed.

I signed with relief once I was inside my office.

"You're late, Miss Lacy," a voice said as he stood at the window, gazing out. My employer, Mr Leonardo. He's a really beautiful guy, tall with tidy medium brown hair, grey eyes, a chisel-like jawline sharp enough to cut through your pants, and a godly manly physique. Every female in the building lusted for him. I had a crush on him but I just can't tell what it is about him that makes me not want to fan girl over him, maybe it's nature's way of telling he's not my type but he's one lovely guy and he's millionaire drives fast cars and lives a posh life the finer things someone dreams of is what he lives at

He was dressed formally in a clean white shirt and a black suit.

"Let me guess, your dog ate your vehicle, you had to take a faulty Uber trip, and the car broke down," he continued, his icy grey eyes gazing back at me.

"I...am sorry, sir," I murmured, averting my gaze from his. He signed and went away, coming to a halt in front of me.

"It's only that you're a great PA, which keeps me from firing you; next time, I won't think twice about throwing you out," he said. Phew!

"It won't happen again, sir," I promised.

"Good," he said as he walked away, his marine breeze fragrance slapping my nose, god he smells so f*****g good.

I went about my business as normal, looking through papers, organizing his emails, arranging his calendar, and becoming distracted by something on his agenda. It's a meeting, and it's a big one; it doesn't mention what it's about or who's attending; we'll cross that bridge when the time comes, I tell myself.

I leave the workplace at five o'clock in the afternoon, having finished my job for the day. As I exit my office and shut the door, I run into Alexus, a bartender at the club where I work and a good buddy.

"I'm shocked to see you here," I replied.

"Hey Reina, I was just here to uh... pick you up, and I wanted to surprise you," he said.

"Um... alright, darling, this is my workplace, and if my boss sees you, you're doomed."

I stated.

"I'm sorry, but I can drop you off at home," he said.

"Sure, we could use my vehicle," I said.

"Sure, I Uber Ed my a$$ here," he added, laughing. I was so tired that I slept asleep on the way to my flat. When we arrived, he jolted me awake.

"So I'll see you in the other office," he added, winking. I gave him a kind grin.

"I can't wait," I replied. He gave me a passionate kiss. We separated from the kiss.

"There's still an hour until the club opens."

I stated

"I'm sorry, Reina, but we can't do this any longer," he remarked.

His phone rang, he glanced at it and ignored it, but his face told me he wasn't telling me anything; had he met someone else?

"Have you met anyone else?"

I inquired.

He sighed heavily.

"It's complex; you wouldn't understand," he said. I quickly closed my eyes.

"All right, Lex," I replied, "do whatever makes you happy." It's not like we were anything if not inclusive. Lex was the one person I'd meet up with for s*x. When I first began out as a stripper, he spent his days teaching me how to perfect the art of pole dancing, and one day he asked me to his home to teach me how to perform a lap dance. I was a fast study, the dancing movements were extremely s****l and seductive, things got a little heated, and the next thing I know he's kissing me all over my body and I'm groaning, and it finished with a hard passionate f**k.

Since then we've been intimate buddies. Sometimes he'd sneak me to the back and pound some sweetness into me, but he was always a rough pounder. We didn't have s*x as often as you might think, it depended on our moods or schedule, sometimes I dance for an entire night, sometimes I dance for a few hours.

I wish him the best of luck.

"I know you're upset with me, Reina, and I apologized profusely," he added.

"No, that's OK, as long as you're happy, I'm glad for you," I replied as he caressed my hair.

"You are a really gorgeous lady, any guy would kill for you, you deserve more, and this hookup thing isn't for you," he said.

"Please don't begin with the pep talk Lex," I replied, laughing.

"I'll do everything I can to help you feel better," he added.

I pondered for a time.

"Yea, give my vehicle a good wash," I suggested.

"Sure," he replied.