Chapter 3 Three.

"Damm it."Camilia squatted as she took her phone from the floor, hoping the man, whom 90% of Americans recognized as a billionaire businessman, had started to walk away, but he wasn't taking any steps away from where he stood.

"Are you okay?" Surprisingly, Alexander DeLuca asked with an expressionless look that just seemed to match his aura.

Damn was he good-looking?

"Yeah... Thank you," Camilia replied, about to walk away to return Isabella's call when she heard him say.

"You work here?" Okay, he wasn't asking; he sounded so authoritative that he needed an answer immediately. "Is she a new stripper?" Alexander DeLuca directed the question at the receptionist this time and Camilia turned to look at the receptionist as if wondering what the lady would say.

"Erh... She. She is." The stripper-looking receptionist answered, and Camilia glared at her.

Javier hadn't mentioned that she would be a stripper, even though why would she be in Paradise other than working as a stripper?

"You're new here," Alexander said, his gray eyes meeting with Camilia's, and then she watched him rape her with his eyes, and there was what would always appear on every man's face whenever they saw her; raw desire.

Alexander DeLuca wouldn't be proposing to fuck her right now, would he?

"Virgin?" He asked out of the blue.

The way he pronounced that word suddenly made Camilia wish she were a virgin. She didn't even know how to reply to this man who seemed like one she shouldn't be messing with. He might look like a beauty god with his cologne that smelled of citrus and spices, yet behind every good facade lies a demon.

With a bored look, Alexander DeLuca looked away from her as though he had lost interest in her. He walked away with two hefty-looking men following him from behind.

Wait, she didn't just see a gun tucked in the pocket of one of the hefty men.

Camilia thought as she watched them disappear from the door that was closed by the bouncers.

"Dang! Why the hell did you act so dumb with him!" The receptionist shouted in frustration.

"What?" Camilia asked as she shot her a look.

"Do you wanna say you don't know who the great Alexander DeLuca is?" She asked with an envious yet angry look. "If you had shown interest, perhaps you'd have made both of us a millionaire tonight." She spoke.

"Why isn't he interested in you?" Camilia asked taking a few steps towards the desk. "Because you aren't pretty? Or probably because he has never fucked anyone from Paradise before."

"Hell yeah. He has never been interested with our strippers and slut as he was a few minutes ago with you..."

"Camilia?" That was Javier.

Camilia looked away from the receptionist to Javier, who walked out the door. "What's taking you so long?"

"She was almost taken home by Alexander DeLuca." The lady chipped in and a surprised look etched on Javier's face.

"Really? You met with Alexander?"

"It's nothing serious..." Camilia responded. "Let's go, shall we?" She asked after glaring at the receptionist, and Javier nodded, leading her through the door.

There was a real wild club. No doubt it wasn't a Paradise strip club. Unlike where she used to work, some slut would have positioned themselves at the entrance trying to seduce some customers, but here in Paradise, each booth seemed to be for VIPs only, with a strip pole at each of their booths and a stripper dancing, giving lap dances or maybe a submissive head with music playing.

The middle seemed to be for the dance floor, with few people definitely for the rich spoiled ones, smoking their lungs out and dancing with ladies who looked like models

Javier led Camilia over to the upper floor, where he showed the bouncer a card or something, and they were allowed to enter. Now here was definitely for the VVIPS. Camilia thought as she couldn't stop running her eyes around the pink and blue laser light club with different rooms that definitely led to the wealthy men's VVIP clubroom.

Javier opened a door, and she was led into the room, seeing a man and a woman whose gaze was on her.

"Take a seat," Javier said, and she had her seat on a single-seater couch. "As you all know she was the one chosen by Mr. Moretti. And she would start to work as a stripper right here." Javier stated.

Is that what she will be doing to earn $50 million? Camilia thought to herself.

"Hi, I'm Antonia. Call me Tonia. The founder of Paradise." The woman beside Camilia introduced herself.

"Nice to meet you," Camilia said, now wondering what the real mission was. Why is she always having meetings with higher-profile ones? Are these people also in the Mafia? "So... What's it, Javier?" Camilia asked.

"Tonia will be responsible for making you a personal stripper to our target, and once you can seduce him in bed, the mission will officially kick start," Javier explained, his focus on her.

Camilia breathed out as she tried not to act confused. "Wait a second... So after maybe sleeping with the target, then the main mission will start?" She asked and Javier nodded.

Hope she isn't going to murder that person later on... Camilia thought.

"So who's the target?" She asked, crossing her legs, trying not to make her eyes twitch as that always happened whenever she was feeling nervous.

She already took the offer from Mr. Moretti no going back as they had said.

"He is part of the Mafia, although normal people know him as a self-made billionaire. He shouldn't have seen you tonight until you were assigned to him, but anyways---"

"Wait... Alexander DeLuca?" Camilia cut in before he could complete his words and she watched Javier nod slowly.

"Fuck!"

That's when Tonia spoke up, from where she'd been quietly sipping her drink like royalty. Her voice was cool, but sharp. "The last girl who caught Alexander's interest? She ended up at his mansion. Bianca DeLuca found out. A week later, the girl was missing. Cops said it was drugs. But anyone who knows Bianca... Knows better."

Camilia blinked with curiosity. "Bianca?"

Tonia's eyes didn't move. "His wife. And if you think Alexander's dangerous... She's worse." She said in conclusion.