The Billionaire's Interest

The Unexpected Evening

I change into leather shorts that shows a bit of my ass. A leather top that shows most of my belly and leather boots. I leave my hair straight and loose. This is my final evening dancing at Ravings. I apply dark make up for a sexy edge to my look. I walk onto the stage, the lights on me. I walk towards the pole in the middle of the stage, I touch the pole as the music starts to play. I start to sway my hips from side to side, I dance to My Life is Going On by Burak Yeter and Cecilia Krull the slowed down version. I flip my hair as I turn around to face the front of the stage. 

I feel so happy that this is my last evening, my boss saved me from this part of my life that I hate. I get to work at Holt Architecture with a salary increase, my dream career. Hopefully whatever I have designed, Connor will see and allow me to work on more projects. My life has been easy, yet it hasn't been. My whole childhood I have been forced into dance, and I really hated every part of it. But this part of dancing was the only way to get me through paying off my bills and pursuing my dream career. I got things handed to me on a silver platter, but when I didn't do things that was asked of me, instead I would be punished for it by my step father. Now I can be finally free.

I spot Connor sitting in front of the stage, drinking scotch. A serious expression on his face. I thought that he only dropped me off here. But I guess that he wanted to see that I'm safe or that I am following through on my resignation. Maybe he wants to take me back home. I continue to flip my hair, and I look at the bar, an unexpected person whom I never wanted to see anytime soon, was sitting with a glass half way paused at her mouth, staring at me with so much disappointment. I falter on stage and the crowd gasped. I felt like everything was closing up around me. The anger came back. As soon as the music came to an end I rush off the stage. I ran to my dressing room, I do not know why on earth she is here of all places. Yes she loves clubs, but this place? Gosh.

I throw my hair brush on the dressing table, frustrated. My door opens, I turn around. There she is, my mom. A beautiful woman, with long hair, she looks like the older version of me. She is dressed in formal champagne colored clothing. 

"What the hell is this?" She asks furiously.

"My job" I say as I roll my eyes at her. "And what are you doing here?" 

"I came here to find Clara, so that she could tell me where you were. I went to your office but its closed. And I went to your apartment, but you two weren't there, so I came here, because this is where Clara works, I knew she was a bad influence over you" she spits at me.

"She is not a bad influence mom, she is better than everyone else, who treats me with the utmost respect. She is my friend and I won't allow you to speak about her like that again" I say unable to hide my anger.

"This is an inappropriate place to work at, I can't believe you work here of all the dance places" she throws her hands up in the air. "If this is the way you live, then you better get yourself back home, or I will let your father deal with you" 

"He is not my father, and I don't want to see you again mom. Don't ever contact me again" I spit at her as I pick up my bag with my clothes inside, and any other belongings that I need to take with me, then I rush out of my dressing room. 

My mom is on my heels, calling my name, trying to make me stop and listen to whatever s**t she has to say to me. I stop close to the bar and the exit, the music is loud. Clara was just staring at us, not wanting to get involved. I turn around to face my mom.

"What mom?" I snap at her.

"Honey you need to come back home, you cannot destroy your life like this, and you cannot pursue a career in architecture" 

"Mom I can take care of myself" 

"Clearly you can't if you are working in such a place" she says with sarcasm. I turn on my heel and I leave. She is still on my heels as I exit the club.

"Stacy!" 

"Leave me alone and don't follow me!" I call over my shoulder as I continue to walk down the side path. She didn't follow me. I know that she will inform my step father about this and my behavior. 

I walk on the side walk, clutching my belongings to me. Fresh hot tears roll down my cheeks, its dark. There are a few guys sitting across the street, whistling at me, but I ignore them. Then a car stops beside me, I continue to walk because if its my mom, I will smash her car windows in right here. 

"Miss Gibbs, get in the car" I turn to see that its Connor.

"I'll be okay" I say as I continue to walk.

"You cannot walk in what you are wearing, its not safe that way" I look down to see that I'm still wearing my outfit. I was too angry back there at the club to change into decent clothes. "Please" I sigh and I get inside the car. Connor rolls my window up automatically with a button on his side.

I continue to look straight out of the windscreen, after I buckle up. I am clutching my belongs and my bag to my chest. 

"Thank you" I say softly, hoping that he wouldn't hear the hurt in my voice.

"I saw you had an argument with someone, what did she want?" 

"That was my mom" I say, biting my lip from quivering.

"I guess she didn't know you worked there" 

"No" I say as new tears run down my cheeks "I don't want to talk about it" I say unable to hide my emotion.

"Okay" he says as we continue to drive in silence, my sniffles are the only noise in the car besides the indicators of the car, when he took every turn and changing of lanes. 

We stop in front of my apartment, I still don't look at him. "Thank you" I say again as I get out of the car.

I walk towards my apartment door, I feel his eyes burning into me all the way, but all I felt was anger and hurt. I enter my apartment, I close the door behind me. I didn't want to talk about it at all, I never spoke to anyone about it. Tomorrow Connor would just go back to being an ass.