The VIRGIN STRIPPER

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*****Lisa Michaels *****
"Are you sure about this?" Dave asked from beside me and I turned to Aden who was still sat with that light, care free look  on in his face.

"Very sure. But he's open to a DNA test as well."

"He? As in he knows about this?" I asked in shock.

"He had his doubts about you and had an investigator  do some background check on you as well. I had to talk to him first to compare what he found out and what I had."

"So if anyone wants to know something about me they hire an investigator?" The hurt in my voice wasn't as masked as I'd expected it to be but I stood up anyway, not willing to cover up my emotional turmoil by excusing myself .

"Lisa?" Dave called softly from behind me but I walked away anyway.

He appeared by my side before the elevator doors opened and we both walked in in silence. Him because he didn't know what to say and me because my emotions were all over the place.

"I'm sorry. " I heard him whisper just before the elevator stopped at our floor.

"It's not your fault." I told him as we walked to our room. "I feel like everyone's been digging behind my back and I'm the last one to know what happens."

"I was going to tell you about it."

"It's not just about my dad Dave, there's you and Harris, there's the fact that your dad hired a detective to investigate me and it's all just too much at the moment." His face fell for a second before he composed himself and opened the door without a word.

"I shouldn't have done this behind your back," he concluded quietly and I felt my own face fall.

Maybe I did want to be involved in the process of finding my dad and maybe I wanted him to tell me about Harris but at the same time, his thought process behind everything he'd done told me that I was first in his thoughts before anyone or anything else.

I opened my mouth to say something but closed it again after thinking better of what to say, so instead decided to go with, "can I get a hug?"

Dave furrowed his eyebrows and turned to look at me fully. "Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?" I asked, confused.

"Whenever we have a problem you have a weird way of solving it. When I expect you to push me away you say something that throws me off."

"Is it a bad thing?" I asked, one eye narrowed as I tried to get his point.

"No," he breathed hastily as he stepped into my view. "It just makes me ill prepared for what to say or do when we are at odds." He ran his thumb on my cheek as his eyes stared into mine. "I'm sorry for not consulting with you about your father." He whispered, his sincere eyes still on mine.

"Hey, at least we've met before, right?" I whispered back as I tried to lift the tension in the air by joking about it. "I want to meet him."

Dave seemed surprised by this because his eyes widened in surprise before he rose an eyebrow as if to coax an explanation out of me.

"I just want to know him, talk to him," I told Dave, "I mean if he paid an investigator to find out more about me he must be interested right?"

"I'll be there when you need me." Dave said as he leaned his forehead on mine and I smiled despite my heartbeat pacing up due to fear of what would happen when I met my dad. "He's a good guy."

"Really?" My ears perked up at the thought as a smile crawled on my lips.

"He's my good friend. I'm sure he'll be happy to have you as his daughter."

"You just want him to be your father-in-law." I teased him.

"I didn't even propose." Dave argued with a smirk that made my cheeks heat up. "But if you want us to get married so bad, I could work on something real quick." He continued to tease and I gave him a small playful glare.

Knowing exactly what would throw him off, I smiled a little and bit my lower lip as I raised my eyes to him.

"When are you going to fuck me?"

A round of uncontrollable coughing fit was awarded to me after the question and he immediately pulled away from me.

"We should rest for tonight. You're going to meet your dad tomorrow. " for some reason he wasn't looking at me as he fiddled with the pillows on the bed and I rose an eyebrow at his weird mannerisms.

"Are you okay?" I asked placing my hand on his shoulder which made him tense up. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No! I- I..." he stopped and turned around to face me. "I'm afraid that I might not satisfy you and things will get weird between us."

Not knowing what to say, I shook my head instead because I was sure if I were to speak, my first words would negate his own.

"What made you think that?"

"I'm perfect at giving oral and at making you orgasm with my hands and any other organ that is not my-"

"Dick." I filled in flatly at his hesitation.  " we've had sex twice before and I was satisfied both times."

"That was before you found out about me."

"Have you tried getting hard? Is that the problem?" I asked. Not because I was afraid of the thought but because I needed to know.

"I get hard all the time when I'm with you," he told me,  "I'm even hard right now and that's what scares me. It's all new to me and I don't know how to take it."

"How about we just fuck everytime you get hard?" I joked and he laughed before crashing his lips on mine.

This kiss felt like he was promising me something.  Promising me that he was going to give his all to keep us from falling and that's all I needed at the moment as I gave him a promise of my own.

I  was not going to give up or let us fall as long as he was with me. I would be his safety net as long as he was mine.

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Thanks for the read....

A little side note: it might seem unattractive to some that a man, in this case, Dave,  has sexual insecurities especially in this chapter.  What however I'd like to point out is that, men can be vulnerable and question most things about themselves just as we women do, it is not weakness or unattractive and I find it endearing when a man is comfortable enough to show his weaknesses to his partner.

That being said, I'm not romanticizing any toxic trait or drawing love out of blanks and this piece of information is open to interpretation.

I don't write perfection or life altering books and I hardly think of what I write as a way to reflect on changes in the society or to add or deduct from common squabbles about gender, identity, religion or family, I write for the emotions each character creates and since I've not gotten around to proofread this book I honestly have no idea how much of a reflection society can get out of it.

I mean c'mon everyone's been on their own opinion for way too long and people find faults in everything nowadays so I'm sorry if it's not up to your standards or beliefs but I'll keep it that way. I'm open to change just not to entitlement:)

♤♤♤ sorry for the lengthy  author's note had to be said though...

Stay safe guys...

Love,Eline ❤