A deal with the billionaire

In a locked room inside a popular club house, a girl could be seen seated facing the mirror. Her gaze was fixed on the mirror and she was focused on her reflection, trying to see if there was anything wrong with her heavy make-up.

The heavy make-up on her face was meant to make her look more pretty and different but it also made her look more matured.

That wasn't the first time she would be putting on such heavy make-up, but today she was not happy.

"Pink! Get up and stop staring at your reflection! Everyone is waiting for you" The lady she worked for, Lady Ama, informed as she entered the small room.

The girl opened her mouth to talk but she couldn't. Her head was aching badly and it felt as if she would pass out soon because of the pains. She took her left hand to her head and started massaging the scalp softly.

"Pink, are you not fine?" Lady Ama asked.

Her facial expression might have triggered Lady Ama to ask that question.

It wasn't as if Lady Ama was concerned about Pink or her health, she was just concerned about the growth of her business. Pink was the best stripper in the club and men flood the club just to watch her.

She was given the name pink because the color of her stripping dress and the artificial hair she wore to perform were color pink. Not that she didn't have a natural long silky hair, the pink hair was a way to disguise herself, same with the heavy make-up.

"I am not." She replied sharply and Lady Ama's jaw dropped. "Can I please just skip today, I'll..."

"You can not!" Lady Ama snapped. She didn't even allow Pink to finish talking.

Pink chuckled dryly and stood up from where she sat. She wasn't expecting lady Ama to give her a break because she was not fine, she knew that was the last thing lady Ama would think of doing.

"You don't care about me, you are more concerned about your business."

Lady Ama's face got covered with guilt and Pink could see that her words hurt the lady but she didn't care, she was more hurt.

"Pink" Lady Ama called softly and she spared her a stare. "I do care about you, you are my best stripper. But if you do not perform today, you know what will happen."

Of course, Pink knew what would happen if she didn't perform. The men might not visit the club again, because she was the major reason they paid for VIP, they wanted to see her perform. In other words, she was the club's biggest fish.

She nodded understandingly. There was nothing else she could do, other than to oblige.

"Thank you!" Lady Ama flashed her a smile which she failed to return back.

She picked up the pink wig from the table and wore it on. She stared at the mirror and she smiled when she saw her reflection.

Now she completely looked like pink the stripper, not Annabella.

"Let's go" Lady Ama urged.

They both exited the room, with Pink's heels making clacking sound as they hit the floor.

They got to the entrance of the VIP section and lady Ama bestowed on her to go in.

"You'll go home after this performance, I promise" She made her a promise and Pink flashed her a light smile.

Immediately Pink got in, the men's faces brightened up like Christmas trees. They were so happy to see her, they just couldn't hide their excitement.

She winked at them and catwalked to the stripping pole.

The sexy music started playing and she began doing what she knew how to do best; stripping.

As she performed, she could feel the stares of the men on her exposed butt cheeks and her cleavages and that emboldened her.

Apart from the money she was earning as a stripper, she loved stripping, and she loved getting attentions on her.

Minutes later, the music stopped and she ended her stripping section by splitting in front of the pole.

Loud cheering aroused from the men and she smiled widely, feeling proud of herself.

Her gaze moved to where Lady Ama stood and her smile broadened when Lady Ama gave her a thumb up.

She exhaled deeply, stood up from the floor and walked out of the club room without waiting for lady Ama.

A pair of blue eyes followed every of her movement till she was out of sight.

The young man who the eyes belonged to was seated in the club room and he had been staring at pink ever since she stepped into the place.

He was impressed by her stripping skills. Ever since he had been watching strippers strip, this was the best he had seen.

"The stripper that just left..." He spoke up, taking his gaze to the guy that was seated beside him.

"What about her?" Eric, his friend asked, staring suspiciously at him.

"I have never seen a stripper like her" He muttered and took a drag from the cigarette in his hand.

A smile lingered on the corner of Eric's lips. "I am glad you like it, Tyler. When I told you about it you didn't believe me."

He let out a scoff. "Don't feel too proud of yourself."

Eric chuckled, he picked the glass of wine on the table and took a sip from it, he didn't say anymore words.

"I want her" Tyler declared.

"Don't even think of it. A lot of men here have tried their best to have her but she doesn't do more than stripping" Eric informed.

"I am different, Eric. I get what I want" He dropped the cigarette on the floor and then stomped on it.

He was never the type of person to accept defeat, whenever he wanted something he made sure to get it at all cost.

"She is different also. I've asked the manager of the club to link me up with pink and she told me pink doesn't do such, she's only a stripper" Eric explained, trying to make a point but still Tyler was adamant.

"Pink is her name?"

"Her stage name actually. No one knows what her real face looks like, no one knows her real name, no one knows nothing about her, except the manager I guess" Eric replied.

Without saying any word, Tyler stood.

"What are you planning to do?" Eric asked, lowering his brows.

"Where is the manager? I want to have a conversation with her."

Eric stared suspiciously at his friend before pointing at Lady Ama who was conversing with someone near the entrance of the club room. "This is time wasteful, Ty. It won't lead to any result"

"I'll be right back, homie" He patted Eric's shoulder and then walked away.

"We'll see" Eric chuckled and continued sipping from his glass of juice.

Annabella jerked from her sleep when she heard a banging sound. She sprang up from the couch and her mind was relieved a bit when she saw lady Ama smiling in front of her.

"What was that?" She asked, taking fast breaths to fully calm herself down.

Lady Ama pulled her into a hug and that made her perplexed.

"You're so amazing!"

Annabella pulled out of the hug, her brows raised in confusion. "What is going on? Why are you so happy?" She questioned.

"This is a lifetime opportunity!" Lady Ama replied. She dragged Annabella to the couch and they both sat on it.

She switched on her phone and gave it to her.

Pink immediately collected the phone, she was damn curious. Her eyes moved on it and her mouth went agape when she saw a credit alert of ten thousand dollars.

"Wow! Did you win by betting?" She was aware of how lady Ama loved betting and on seeing that huge amount of money she thought lady Ama had won it from betting.

"No, idiot! Someone sent this to me, in return you meet him up in West view hotel" Lady Ama informed, smiling sheepishly.

A frown appeared on Pink's face. She dropped the phone on the other side of the couch and looked away from lady Ama. "I am not interested." She replied calmly.

Lady Ama's jaw dropped immediately. "You don't mean it." She said.

"I do... You should know by now that I don't do those stuff, I'm only a stripper. A stripper!" Annabella laid emphasis on the word 'stripper', reminding lady Ama of what her job was.

Lady Ama sighed in frustration. "Please, it's just for one night! Only one night! Please... This is ten thousand dollars, it is going to help you in many ways!" She convinced.

Pink shook her head, declining the offer, but deep down she was considering it. The money would be enough for her to renew her rent. It would definitely go a long way.

When she didn't say anything, lady Ama sighed sadly. "It's fine if you don't want to do it, I'll return the money and..." She was still saying when Annabella interrupted her.

"Don't!" Anna half yelled.

Lady Ama raised her brows. "You are Mysterious, Pink. You declined the offer, and now you are telling me not to refund him?" She asked in bemusement.

"I accept. I'll go to wind view hotel and do what is expected of me." Anna stated.

A smile crept on lady Ama's face. She knew Annabella wouldn't be able to decline the offer and that was why she took the money from the guy without talking to her first, because either way, Anna would definitely accept the offer.

"Fabulous! Now you are talking" She grinned. "You know I'll have my percentage, right?"

"How much do you plan to take from the money?" Anna asked, having mixed feelings about the whole thing.

"I'll take just two thousand dollars from it. You're the one he's gonna fuck, not me" Lady Ama stated blankly.

Anna frowned, she didn't like that Ama was raw with her words. It somehow made her feel strange, she felt like a prostitute. But wasn't it true? She was about to sell her body. Was there any difference between her and a prostitute? Absolutely no!

"Two thousand dollars is much. Like you said, I'm the one he's gonna..." She paused, she couldn't bring herself to say the word.

"Oh really? Do you realize he met you in my club?... Do not argue further, be a good girl" Lady Ama patted the wig on Anna's hair.

Anna didn't say anything, she only nodded.

"Then why are you still here? Get fully clothed and be on your way to wind view hotel" Lady Ama urged.

"What's his room number?" Annabella asked, getting ready to leave.

*******

Annabella clutched her bag tightly to herself as she walked in the hotel hallway.

She was feeling so nervous and was having second thought about the whole thing. It wasn't as if she hadn't had sex before, but it wasn't for money, she did it for the pleasure and ecstacy.

As she walked, her eyes moved around the room numbers, she was searching for room 102.

Her steps came to a halt when she finally spotted it. She took a deep breath and preceded to knock on the door. There was no reply, so she knocked again, but still no reply.

She was beginning to loose so much strength from standing. Her head was still aching badly.

A frown appeared on her face and she looked around to see if anyone was coming. When she saw there was no one in sight, she sat down on the floor.

Her phone began ringing inside her bag and she took it out. She stared at the name of the caller and her heart skipped a bit.

Without wasting time, she answered the call and placed the phone on her ear.

"Annabella! It's past eleven, why aren't you home yet?" The feminine voice asked through the phone.

"Don't worry about me. Our restaurant didn't close on time today, it will be risky for me to come home this late, I'm spending the night with my colleagues." She lied.

"Oh... Why didn't you call to inform us? You got us worried!" The voice questioned again.

"I'm sorry, I'll be home first thing tomorrow morning." Anna replied.

"Alright! Good night" The girl said.

Annabella hung up. She was already tired of talking. She returned the phone to the bag and leaned on the wall.

"Help me Lord", She prayed silently.

The door creaked open, and she sprang up from the floor.

Surprisingly, it was a young lady that came out of the room. She was dressed in a red sleeveless gown that stopped after her ass.

The lady was busy trying to tie up her messy hair but stopped immediately she saw Annabella.

"Who are you?" She asked, chewing the gum in her mouth loudly.

"Who are you?" Annabella questioned back, folding her arms.

The lady stared at her from her head to her toes and then let out a scoff. "I asked you first. What are you doing loitering about? And why are your legs shaking, Is this the first time you are putting on heels?" She laughed at her own words.

Annabella didn't find it funny. She moved her gaze to her legs and that was when she noticed they were really shaking. 'I really need to go to the hospital after this' She thought.

"I'm looking for someone. A guy." She didn't feel the need to reply the girl but she had to.

"I guess you are the second bitch he called." The lady rolled her eyes.

"Stop generalizing it. That you are a bitch doesn't mean someone else is also one." She eyed the lady.

The door opened widely and Tyler stepped out of the room. He was only putting on trousers, his bare chest was exposed.

She swallowed hard as she stared at him. He was one hell of an attractive person.

His blue eyes which were hovering over her, his chiseled jaw, his pointed nose, his pink lips and to crown it all his long dread which fell down to his face. He looked like a Rockstar.

Annabella was brought out of her trance when he snapped his fingers in front of her eyes.

"Oh Sorry" She blurted.

She looked beside her and that was when she noticed the other lady wasn't there anymore. The lady must have left when she was busy staring at him.

"You're Pink, right?" Tyler recognized her from her hair and her makeup.

"Yes" She replied quickly, maybe too fast.

Tyler stared at her, and she lowered her eyes to the floor, she didn't want to make eye contact with him.

"Taking a close look, I noticed you aren't that pretty" He said.

Annabella chuckled, she raised her head and stared directly at his eyes. "Maybe pink the stripper isn't pretty..." She took few steps closer to him, covering the space between them.

There was barely any space between them.

"But have you seen the other me?" She asked, biting her lower lip seductively.

A smile crept onto Tyler's face. He moved away from her, entering into the room in the process.

Annabella also entered the room, and she shut the door behind her.

"What is it going to take for me to see you?" Tyler asked, now moving closer to her.

She moved backward at every step he took towards her, until she couldn't move again. Her back hit the door and she bit her lower lip.

"You can buy Pink's services with money, but not the other me." She told him, gently pushing him away from her front.

She moved away from him and threw her bag on the bed.

"Let's get down to business." She announced.

"Name your price, what is it going to take for me to see your real face? I really want to know if you're just bragging or you are really pretty." He insisted, and Anna chuckled.

"Like I said earlier, I..." She paused when the headache hit her again. She held her head and staggered back.

Tyler noticed that and he moved closer to her. "Are you okay?"

"I'll be fine... I just need to..." She didn't finish her statement before she fell to the floor and lost consciousness.

"Pink!" He rushed to where she fell and when he got there, he checked her pulse.

A sigh of relieve came out of his mouth and he quickly brought out his phone to call 911.

******

In a central hospital, somewhere in the city of Miami. Tyler could be seen pacing about in front of a room.

His hands were tucked in his pocket and he looked so worried. He wasn't worried about Pink, afterall he didn't know her. He was only worried about the fact that he'll be held responsible if she doesn't regain consciousness soon.

He stopped pacing around when a nurse walked out of the room. "How's she?"

"She's fine, she'll be up soon." The nurse replied.

"What happened to her? Why did she pass out?"

"Come with me to the doctor's office, she'll explain everything to you" The nurse said.

Without even waiting for him to say a word, she walked away and he had no other option than to follow her.

They got to the office and the nurse left Tyler with the doctor.

"Please take a seat" The doctor offered.

"Thank you." Tyler sat down. He placed his hands on the table and stared directly at the doctor, waiting for her to start talking.

His brows furrowed when he noticed the doctor has been staring at him without blinking.

He snapped his fingers in front of her and she jerked out from her thought.

She looked away from him and stared at the file that was on the table."Oh sorry! It's just that you look familiar, I'm trying to recall where I've seen you from... By the way, who is the lady to you?" The doctor asked as she flipped the file.

"She is..." He paused when he thought of something.

It wouldn't be nice for him to tell the doctor the truth, obviously not.

"She's my girlfriend" That was the only thing he could think of.

"When and how did she loose consciousness?"

"We were in the room talking, then she fell all of a sudden."

The doctor stopped flipping the file, she looked at him and a smile tugged in the corner of her lips.

"I didn't know you have a girlfriend" She blurted and she immediately covered her mouth with her palms when she realised she wasn't supposed to say that.

Tyler was flabbergasted. "You know me, right?" He needed no soothsayer to tell him that the doctor knew him from somewhere.

She removed her hands from her mouth and took a deep breath. "Fine! I know you. You're Tyler Anderson, first son of John Anderson, a freaking billionaire!... I used to live in France, I got transferred here recently."

"Oh" Tyler mouthed.

"Yeah, I heard your family is looking for you, why not go..."

"Do I need to remind you of your job?" He cuts in.

There was a deep frown on his face and when the doctor saw that, she decided not to talk about him anymore.

"The patient passed out due to stress. She is physically and mentally stressed, she needs bed rest and also needs to stop thinking too much. That's all" She stated.

She scribbled some words on a piece of paper and gave it to him.

Tyler collected it with raised brows.

"Get her the drugs, she'll be fine."

He nodded and stood. He turned to the door and was about to walk out of the office, but he turned back to stare at her for a moment. "You didn't see Tyler anywhere in America, understood?"

"Are you seriously threatening me right now?" She scoffed.

"No, doc. It's just a friendly advice... While in France, you must have heard that Tyler doesn't like being offended, you must have also heard of things he does to the people that get on his nerves... If I find out you leak my whereabouts to any members of my family, I'll hunt you down, I promise..."

By now, Tyler could see the fear on the doctor's face and he chuckled dryly. "Have a nice night" With that being said, he walked out of the office.

She clenched her fists and took deep breaths to calm herself down. "He is so fucking rude!"

*******

The rays of sun was shining directly into a room and as the sun hit the face of the girl lying on the bed, she squinted her eyes. After some time, she slowly began to open it.

When she fully opened it, the first thing it came in contact with was an unfamiliar white ceiling.

She groaned and sat upright on the bed. Her gaze moved around the room and that was when she realised she was in an hospital room.

The door to the room suddenly flew opened and the doctor in charge of her walked in with a smile on her face.

"It's so good to see that you're awake" Said the doctor as she stopped beside Annabella.

"Why am I here?" Annabella asked, trying to get up from the bed but the nurse was quick enough to hold her down.

"You need to rest... Your boyfriend brought you here, you passed out." She informed.

Annabella lifted her brows up, "Boyfriend?"

She didn't have a boyfriend, and wasn't planning to have one soon. So what did the nurse mean by that.

"You don't recall anything?" The doctor had a surprise look on her face.

"I do, but I..." She paused when a thought crossed her mind. "He's tall and he has dreadlocks, right?"

The doctor nodded.

Realisation suddenly dawned on her. The doctor must have mistook Tyler for her boyfriend.

"I gave him the list of drugs to get for you, and I also told him to allow you rest for now." The doc informed.

"Thank you. Where is he?"

"I haven't seen him ever since he left my office. Try calling him."

Annabella chuckled. If only the doctor knew she didn't know him from anywhere, then she wouldn't have suggested for her to call him. Where on Earth would she get his number from? She didn't even know his name!

"Okay, doc."

The doctor flashed her a smile and then walked out of her room.

She sighed and was about searching for her phone when she spotted it resting on the little table beside the bed.

She went to take it and her eyes almost popped out of its socket when she saw twenty four missed calls from one of her roommates, Shirley.

"Fuck!" She cursed under her breath and hurriedly dialed Shirley's number. It rang for some time and stopped ringing when it got to the limited time

Her mouth went agape when she saw her reflection on her phone screen. Her makeup had been totally wiped out and her natural look was visible, tho her pink hair was still on.

The thought of the guy seeing her real face frightened her. She didn't want anyone to know that she was Pink the stripper. Her heart started beating so fast.

"I hope I never get to see you again, I really hope" She mumbled. She grabbed her bag from the table and rushed out of the room.

She needed to head back to the club in order for her to change into a corporate outfit before going home.

******

As she entered into the apartment, she met the living room quiet. She headed to the bedroom and there she found her two friends seated on the bed. They rushed to her immediately they saw her.

"Thank goodness you are back! You got us so worried." Lyla spoke up, looking relieved.

"I called you guys last night. Why were you still worried?" Annabella rolled her eyes.

She threw her bag and her phone on the bed, then she walked out of the room, heading to the kitchen to get a cold juice.

When she got to the bedroom, she saw Lyla holding her phone and was staring at her questioningly.

"You received an alert of eight thousand dollars... How is that even possible?" Lyla was confused.

Anna's heart skipped a beat. Her friends didn't know about her stripping, now what would she say?