The Alpha & The Stripper (BWWM) CANCELED

Chapter 8: Stalkers & Forced Quitting

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It's been two weeks since I've seen blue eyes and I say good fucking riddance. I'm sure he's still lurking in the shadows stalking me but oh well. Bryan and I have been talking and going out when neither of us are too busy. We aren't in a relationship but we're having fun. How can I commit to Bryan when another man is constantly on my mind? It's going to take some time to process. When you have undeniable chemistry with someone it's hard to just get over. But shit am I even really trying? I walk out the club starting my walk to my waiting Uber. Kay little pussy self asked me to cover her shift while she went out and got some dick. Since when in the fuck did getting dick come before getting the coins. Shit must be some bomb ass dick. The odd feeling of being watched creeps up on me, forcing me to look around. There's nothing around clearly I've had too much to drink tonight. Turning back around I scream loudly at seeing blue eyes in front of me. He makes quick work of covering my mouth. No I'm not fucked up his crazy ass was really watching me. I slap his hand away from my mouth before hitting him.

"Fucking stop!" he yells trying to dodge my hits.

"What the fuck are doing? You don't just pop out like that, that's how you get killed." I snap glaring at him. Fucking crazy ass almost gave me a heart attack.

"You shouldn't be out here alone at this time of night."

"My uber is up ahead plus what the fuck does it matter to you? Shouldn't you be with some models right now they seem like your type." I push pass him continuing my walk.

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"Nothing Matthew, please go about your business."

"Matthew" he questions looking stuck on stupid. Does he not know his own name?

I can't help but to roll my eyes. I call him by his name and he still has a problem. There's no fucking pleasing this man. Honestly I have no idea why he decided to pop up. Two weeks is a long time, so why now? I get into the car and to my misfortune he gets in next to me. He's like an annoying fucking fly that just won't die no matter how many times you try.

"What's your fucking problem?" he questions glancing over at me.

"Nothing, why are you popping up on me?" I retort looking at him out the corner of my eye.

"There was an altercation I needed to rectify."

I look at him, "what the fuck does that mean? And what does that have to do with me?"

"You don't need to worry about it. Do you walk from the club by yourself often?"

"Don't worry about it."

I turn away from him looking out the window. Lord knows I don't have time to play his silly games tonight. Who gave him the impression that he can pop out of nowhere and question me? In those two weeks he must've forgot who the fuck I am. Jade doesn't answer to no man, shit stopped once I turned sixteen.

"Are you aware you have a stalker?" he questions angrily breaking the silence.

What the fuck type of question is that? Who ever knows they have a stalker? Isn't that the whole point? They move in silence and stalk from afar. Plus, I thought he was the only fucking stalker I had. But truthfully on some level I'm not really shocked. I'm a stripper, some people confuse reality with their own perception. My job is to smooth talk and dance money out your pockets. Not make you fall in love with me or anything else remotely romantic. Some guys can't see the line and make up a twisted reality of our places in society.

I shrug, "comes with the job."

Long as they admire from afar I can't be bothered to care too much. A couple years back there was an incident at the club with an admirer. He had an issue that I was giving another customer a lap dance. Shit got way out of hand and King banned him from the club. Don't get me wrong I know first hand that stalkers can get dangerous but I can't and won't live my life hiding away. If shit goes down I can handle myself.

"The fuck you mean it comes with the job? Do you not fucking care about your safety?"

I look at him, "what I said it's not fucking rocket science Matthew. Mind your own business." I get out the car and I can't help my groan when he follows me. I should've known that two weeks was too good to last. Bugs always come back with a vengeance.

"Do you not know how dangerous this is?" he asks with a hint of annoyance in his voice. "You need to fucking quit."

I stop walking turning to face him. "This is my last time telling you this-mind your fucking business. I'm a grown ass woman and I'll do what I want when I want for however long I want."

"We'll see about that."

"Why the fuck do you even care? I haven't seen or spoke to you in two weeks then you come back telling me to quit. Shouldn't you be more worried about your model girlfriend?"

He chuckles, "so that's what the damn attitude is about? Are you jealous Jade?"

I glare at him, "fuck no I don't give two shits about what you do like you shouldn't care about my shit."

He pulls me closer to him. "Watch your mouth." He pops me lightly on my lips.

Oh fuck me. Two weeks without this dude and then he comes back causing all the same feelings. The tingles and sparks and not to mention a wet kitty. Something about this dude is my very own brand of heroin. Try to quit then remember the feeling it gave you and you can't help yourself but to relapse. The ringing of my phone has me snapping me out of my trance.

"Hello" I answer without checking the I.D.

"Just checking to see if you made it in okay" Bryan replies.

I clear my throat, "Yeah I'm outside my place talking to a friend. Go to sleep you have work in a little. I'll text you."

"Alright."

We hang up and I place my phone back in my pocket. "Who was that?"

"Mind yo damn business" I state annoyed.

He clenches his jaw, "answer the fucking question Jade. Now!"

"Someone I'm talking to. Are we done because I'm tired as hell and I have work in the morning."

He clicks his tongue, "I've tried being fucking nice and patient with you but it's gotten me nowhere. This is how it's going to fucking go. You're going to fucking quit and dump whoever the fuck you're talking to. You fucking got it!" I look around trying to figure out who the fuck he thinks he talking to. "Don't fucking play Jade!"

He has serious fucking control issues but I already know he's the type of dude that has to learn the hard way. I force a smile, "you got it Mr. Harris."

He clenches his jaw in anger, "goodnight Jade."

He walks away from me and I walk into my apartment. He must be fucking stupid if he thinks I'm just going to bow down to his demands. I'm a real bitch fuck his demands. I'm going to do what the fuck I want for work and talk to who I want. Like I'm supposed to be lonely and shit while he fucks model broads. The fuck no. I'm going to quit King's place but trust and believe a bitch is not about to lose out on no damn paper. Last time I checked I paid all my bills not blue eyes so the nerve of him to tell me to quit my most lucrative job, a bitch has money to make. There's no better money than stripping money. There's plenty of strip clubs around and more specifically plenty of ones that'll love to have me. I'm a bad ass bitch all about my money. Blue eyes will understand it soon enough.

The next chapter will be in Matt's pov though as something to look forward to : ). Vote, Comment, & Fan! : )