Fatal Affairs

Chapter Fourteen

Darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a day dream.

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Iris swallowed with wide eyes.

Logan smirked at her,
"Did you miss your way again Iris?"

"Y...you?" Iris stuttered.

"Yes me" Logan replied.

Iris cleared her throat.
"What would you like me to do?"

Logan shrugged.

"I could pole dance or give you a lap dance..... or err....." Iris twisted her fingers in anxiety.

"How much do you owe King?" Logan asked.

Iris frowned and folded her arms.
"How do you know I owe him some money?"

"That doesn't answer my question Iris" Logan replied, he took a quick glance at his wrist watch.

"Fifty grand" Iris blurted out.

A slow smile formed on Logan's face.
"Come here"

Iris walked towards him. She stood in front of him, unsure of what to do.

"Get to work Iris, we don't have all day" Logan chuckles.

"Right" Iris nodded.

Logan pressed a remote, a slow music from a stereo started playing.

Iris walked over to the pole closest to Logan, the light close to the pole came on, she could feel Logan's eyes on her.

Iris took in a deep breath and began to pole dance, she made sure she avoided looking at him all through the dance because she was scared of what his dark eyes will do to her confidence.

Logan watched her, she has great moves and a very sexy body,

He frowned,

Was she avoiding eye contact with him?

Bullshit,

he thought.

What's the use of this private dance if she isn't looking at him.

She danced like he made her do it at gun point.

A part of Iris was excited, even if her nervousness over shadowed it, she tried to do all her best moves.

Logan's phone buzzed he reached for it,

A message from Luca.
Dude where the fuck are you?

Logan took the remote and turned off the music.

The music stopped, Iris slid down the pole and finally looked at Logan.

He stopped the music and he had his rapt attention on his phone.

Iris felt a pang in her chest,

Is he bored of her?

He had probably watched better strippers and isn't even moved by what she just did.

Iris felt.....offended.

She cleared her throat loudly.
"Should I leave?"

Logan looked up at her.
"No"

"What! You aren't even sparing me a glance, I can leave and go make some money for myself else where" Iris blurted out surprised at her new found courage.

Logan scoffed.
"So you want me to throw money at you while you dance so you can pick it all when you are done?"

Iris was quiet.

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Andrea opens the room door and Taylor quickly stood up from the bed.

Andrea shut the door behind her and chuckles.

Taylor glared at her.

"Your boyfriend came looking for you..... Oh my bad, your ex boyfriend"
Andrea walked closer to Taylor.

"He has searched everywhere possible, but it didn't occur to him to search the mansion where we all live in" Andrea said.

"I didn't ask you for this story you are telling me" Taylor replied.

Andrea tuts as she walked around Taylor.
"Poor girl"

Taylor laughs.
"Poor girl? You all call me a traitor, but is this how your brother treats traitors? I mean, I have a nice room I am being fed whatever I want"

Taylor smirks.
"Come on Andrea, we both know that this isn't how your brother treats traitors"

Andrea cracks her neck.
"He needs you in good shape..." Andrea leans closer to Taylor.

"For a suicide mission" Andrea whispered.

Taylor frowns.
"What do you mean?"

Andrea caressed Taylor's face.
"Don't worry darling, it's a surprise"

Andrea turned and walked towards the door.

"I know you are just saying that to scare me" Taylor yelled.

Andrea turned to face her and smirked.
"You see, that is the fun part, l may be saying this just to scare you.......or not"

Taylor scoffed.
"You are the shittiest person I know"

"Ouch, that really hurts" Andrea turned and walked out.

Taylor sits on the bed and groans.

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