The Billionaire And The Stripper. ARI LEVINSON

Chapter Three

Warnings: Mature content. Mention of the objectification of women (slight)

Author's note: Don't mind me if some things don't make sense, I'm trying to change and improve on this story and my writing in general. We are going to see about reader's life outside the club. Also, I'm excited to start next chapter, I got ideas hehehe.

But we will see Ari and reader interacting...

No proofread. All mistakes my own. Let me know your thoughts about this chapter after reading. Enjoy it!

ARI

The red and violet lights welcome Ari as he walks into the club. Another night. Again.

It's been a week since the last time he came here, and since that night he wasn't able to sleep properly. But not because of the nightmares, more like because of you. For a strange reason, he can't forget your face, your aura... He can't forget the way your eyes looked at him when you two were face to face in the VIP room. Something draws him to you.

"I'm sorry sir but she's not part of the VIP" The guy sitting across the desk informs him, double checking the papers.

"How come?"

"I guess she was a substitute, at least that is what it says here. But we have other dancers that we can offer you a show with–"

Ari scoffs. "I want a private show with her, and only her" He states coldly.

The guy stops and looks at him. He knows way better than to mess with a client. Instead he gets up from his seat and assures Ari that he will call the manager and politely offers him that in the meantime he can enjoy one of the shows of tonight. Little did he know, he would find himself quite surprised with tonight's one.

The lights turn on with every step you take. taking the pole with one hand, she drops to one side, making a simple turn around it.

She moves sensually from side to side to the floor and back up. The lights are kept dim. Only giving sudden flashes where we see how the pole rises. She falls quickly on her head, legs crossed. She descends sensually and crawls on the floor, moving her hair from side to side. There she is.

She moves to the beat of the music, and the men in the front rows can't help but get a little closer.

But not him. He watches her from afar. Every movement, every touch... fuck her. He remembers it just like the first time. His memory never fails him.

He can't stand it. When Ari Levinson wants something, he gets it.

A piece of paper lays on the desk in Susan's office. The amount of Cero it has is way too much to count. Ari stands on the other side of the desk. Arms crossed.

"Okay, I'm all ears" is all she says smiling from ear to ear while gesturing to Ari to take a seat.

Y/N

It's been a week since the encounter with that asshole and you still couldn't take him off your mind. Not because of how big, beefy and masculine he is, not because of the way his jaw clenched when you confronted him, or the way his big arms seemed like they would break his shirt. No. But you wish.

That asshole not only left you standing like that alone in the room, but you didn't receive your pay. Which meant you didn't get the big pay this kind of shows give you that could cover, at least, three weeks of rent.

"Y/n. Are you awake?" A little female voice wakes you up. "Y/n"

And with three weeks of rent goes along with a dress for the school party for her. You think too.

You move up from the sofa, enough to turn on the light. Standing at the entrance of the living room is Marie, your little sister. Some tears fell through her light blue eyes. Her brown hair is a bit of a mess. Some strands of it are stuck to her face. Her teddy bear, Ralph, glued to her chest.

"C'mere" You sit up and rub your eyes, "And Alex?"

"He's snoring, I couldn't wake him" She hiccups as she walks to the sofa. "Am sorry"

You mentally snort, typical of your other not-so-little brother. But you understand him. He should be having fun like any other sixteen-year-old, but instead, he takes care of Marie almost like a father while you work your shifts at the club. And you can't be more thankful for that.

"Shh It's okay. Another nightmare?" You move so there is space for her to lay, and she climbs, not leaving for a second her teddy bear, and faces you. Moving her hair out of her face, you kiss her on the forehead and clean with your hands some tears.

She nods, "Yes" Is all she said, And you know better than to ask her.

The nightmares are a common thing ever since the three of you moved out of the old house. Growing up, everything seemed normal, But when you turned eighteen you saw it all. Your mom wasn't the type you would call that. Mom. Those substances weren't healthy, let alone for a two year old and a twelve year old to witness, but she didn't care, Like she also didn't about the men she used to bring home, or the fact that they looked at you like you were their prey. You for sure didn't want that for Marie. She was just a baby.

So you stood up and ended things. You couldn't go to the police, they would have taken care of the situation but also sent your siblings with child support if they knew you didn't have enough money to take care of them. And you couldn't let that happen. So you took all your savings that were in the house, some clothes and left. The three of you out in the big world.

The money was enough to pay for a trip to another city, some food and to book a room in a motel. You tried to search for a job, but no one wanted you. You quit school and no one wanted a girl that left school. How fucking nice was life. That's what led you to the club. It didn't matter if you were in school or not, if you were a good person or not. What mattered there is that if you were enough to dance in front of hungry men that would sell their soul to touch you. And the pay was in the day. So you took it. What other opportunity did you have? You needed to get food on the plate of three people. You needed to give them a proper education, and a new, and nice home. And it was the case, within a month you could afford to rent a small apartment with one room, a bathroom and a kitchen. That's where you met Rita. The owner of the apartment. She was a savior to you. She made sure to help you with the kids' education, enrolling them in the public school a few blocks away.

Things were okay at first. But after four years, you couldn't grow more than that. You feel like you are going in the wrong direction. You feel like a failure to your siblings. With school supplies, everyday food, and the bills, each day seems more impossible.

You didn't want this for them, like you didn't want what was in the past.

And like the men that frequent the club, you would sell your soul for more money, enough to give them a better life. If you just knew what that would mean...