Polly's pov
So, arcel is coming now to pick me. I'm kind of excited.
"Michelle....arcel is coming to get me for dinner... do you want to come?"
I asked, i honestly don't know if i should have invited her maybe he was inviting me out to talk privately? Eh i don't know
It's to late.
"No babes you need sone time just the two of you" she states.
"Okay I'll get ready..." I say whilst heading up.
"Yes"she she basically yells.
I look back to see a wild grin on her face.
"What? "I ask.
"I'll pick your dress , of course" she says.
"Um...no" i simply say.
"Why?" She says fake crying.
"Because...i don't want to seem like I'm going all out for him." I say
Which us a lie i actually want to like look nice for him.
"Please?" She asks, ugh i can't say no , i love her so fucking much it's gonna be the death of me.
"Fine " i say sighing.
"Yay!!" She runs upstairs. Wow she's such a child honestly.I follow her upstairs.
"This one" she holds up a dress.
It's a red dress which reaches to my ankles and it's opened at it's right side.
"I- i mean wow"is all i can say.
"It would be perfect"she says .
"Yes" i say feeling a puc bit of regret.
"Go change" i go change, i had already bathed all i need was shoes.
"These heels are perfect" she said holding red glass heels.
"Perfect"i take them and put them on.
I let her give me a makeover and style my hair i looked so beautiful...i feel beautiful.
Then I heard the front door, i turn to look at Michelle.
"Go...go! Enjoy!" She says practically pushing me .
"Okay okay jeez. I love you!"i blow her a kiss before rushing to the door with my red purse. I expected arcel but it was David he's driver.
"Oh my god!"He says.
"W-what? Do i look horrible?" I say really panicked.
"No no absolutly not...you look gorgeous." He say.
"Why thank you" i say.
"Let's go" he says as he leads me to the car. Arcel gets out and comes in front of us i can see he changed hes clothes he cleans up pretty well.
"Lady in red"he says , he's voice so deep. And now I'm blushing like a mad person.
"Man in black" i say, well i hope that wasn't lame. I mean he is wearing all black.
"Mm" he reaches for my hand and opens the car for me
"Thank you" i say getting in and he closes it. He walks back to the drivers sit and starts of.
*Skipping the car ride*
We are in the restaurant it's fancy even the menu is like so expensive.
"Um... I'll get...the...um.. can you order first arcel?" I say. I'm gonna get what he's getting.
"Mm. I'll get pasta and salad " he says.
"You?" The waiter turns to me.
"Same" i say
"You can't have what I'm having"arc says.
"Uh ... I'll get the umm pork ribs with salad and also the full chicken with the extra fries and the...fish... special" i say. What? I'm pregnant.
"Oh ...um" the waiter looks at me in disbelief.
"Is there a problem?" Arcel questions the waiter with a little bit of... Anger? I don't know I'm probably hearing things.
"No sir, I'll be back" he says and leaves quickly.
"Are you okay?" he asks me.
"yes I am, just hungry" I say and we slightly chuckle in unison, he looks to the direction in which the waiter went to.
"the food we'll be here soon" he assures me.
I nod, looking down at my fingers, I honestly feel kinda awkward, but not uncomfortable, I can feel him looking at me which is making me very shy.
He clears his throat which causes me to look up.
"you.. said the other day you take care of your brother and Michelle... Where are your parents?" he asks, I could tell he wasn't sure about he's question.
"My parents left me with my brother when I was a child we were sent to orphanage where they tried to separate me and him. That's when we met Michelle, and we escaped, moved from shelter to shelter, I stole sometimes for food, sometimes we'd sleep in People's homes if we know they won't be there fora while, until I started to... " i stopped there. I loved how attentive he was at the time, it was nice having someone else to share this with.
" how old where you guys? " he asks.
" I was...12 when they left, caleb my brother was 3, Michelle was 5 , when we escaped I was 15, he was 6, Michelle was 8, when I started stripping I was 18, he was 9, mich was 11" I say, he looked so shocked by the ages.
"I'm sorry you want through that as a child" I say, he reaches across the table, holds my hand and leans over " our child will never go through that okay?" he assures me and I nod and smile at him and he returns the smile.
The food finally came, people would stare at the table because of all the food, and honestly I didn't care.
And today I found out a lot about Arcel Ramon; he's middle name if fluffy, he's 35, he's originally from Norway he was born there , his mum was half Mexican and half American and he's is from here the USA where he raised Arcel. He spoke highly of the mum but very little of his father.
After a long night we called it a night and went home Michelle was sleeping and I got in bed and slept to.
YOU ARE READING
She's A Stripper
Romance*knock knock* "hey?" he said. "We need to talk" i said. "Look i told you it's a one night thing"i cut him off. "I'm pregnant with your baby" i blurted out. *shuts the door*
