Fall In Love With A Stripper

"Ahh"

A low groan came from the human figure which was sprawled on the bed. The figure sat up sluggishly and subconsciously held his head because it was banging due to hangover.

He rushed to the bathroom to puke his guy out and immediately regretted getting drunk last night.

He couldn't remember much of what happened and how he returned home. His memory was very blurry as his thoughts were still disorganized. He turned on the tap and raised his mouth and then used the back of his palm to wipe his mouth.

He walked out of the restroom with unstable steps but he finally made it to the bed , burying his face into the pillow.

After awhile the door to his room opened with a creak noise and a little head could be seen peeping in " Uncle Oliver ??" A cute little voice called out.

Oliver who wasn't deep in sleep heard the voice and raised his head up. The room was a little dark due to the thick blind but he could tell it was little Chloe.

" Chloe!!" He called sitting up despite the pain in his head.

" Uncle, I can't come in. Your room is really scary" the voice came as she was standing in front of the room.

Oliver sighed deeply and came down from the bed, he walked towards the window and drew the blind to the side.

He didn't expect the sun to be so high and bright. He closed his eyes as the pain in his head became worst due to the bright light shining right into his eyes.

" Uncle?"

Oliver turned and saw that Chloe had walked in standing behind him with a smile on her face.

Oliver raised his eyebrow and knelt down in front of Chloe and rubbed her hair. She giggled and said

" Mommy said I should wake uncle up to eat, uncle didn't join us to eat breakfast this morning so uncle must be hungry" she said in a childish way.

Oliver smiled and replied her " yes uncle is hungry but uncle needs to shower because..." He lean over and whisper into her eyes.

She laughed and said " yes you do uncle"

Oliver smiled and gently tousled Chloe's hair before standing up.

"Go meet your mommy, I'll be down shortly, alright?"

"Okay!" The child nodded eagerly, and Oliver made his way to the bathroom.

When Oliver emerged, towel-drying his hair, he froze upon seeing someone unexpected sitting on his bed, engrossed in playing with his tablet. Clearly, this person hadn't noticed his entrance. Intrigued, he approached quietly, peering over her shoulder to see what she was up to.

"Hey, you little troublemaker. Didn't I tell you to go downstairs?" Oliver said playfully, startling the girl. She smiled upon realizing it was him and eagerly showed him her drawing on the tablet-a simple stick figure.

Uncle Oliver, she called him, fascinated by his prowess as an artist. Oliver, who earned a living through his artistic talents, was delighted to see Chloe's interest in becoming an artist too.

Picking Chloe up, Oliver carried her downstairs to meet Lisa, who was waiting in the dining area with a packed lunchbox. Lisa stood up upon seeing them.

"You took forever to come down here. Anyway, I'm off to meet Grey, and I've packed your lunch. But first, you owe me an explanation about the hot lady who brought you home," she teased, winking mischievously as she grabbed the lunchbox.

As Lisa's words registered in Oliver's mind, he began to recall fragments of the previous day, particularly the face of the lady in question. Though he remained outwardly composed, his thoughts couldn't help but wander.

Without further ado, Oliver settled Chloe in her chair at the table.

"Take care of our little artist here. I'll be back before you know it," Lisa said, bidding Chloe goodbye with a tender kiss. Then Lisa left, leaving Oliver alone with Chloe, ready to embark on an exciting day filled with creativity and care.

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Bing! The sound of Oliver's phone interrupted his concentration, and he sighed irritably before reluctantly picking it up. His father had been trying to reach out to him, but Oliver's frustration only grew with each call. Determined to focus on his current task, he set the phone aside and returned to his work. As he held his tablet, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing from his drawing. Furrowing his brow in deep thought, he decided to add a few more details. After making the final touches, he studied the drawing without any change in expression, realizing it was a portrayal of the mysterious lady from the club the previous night.

Drawing was one of Oliver's many hobbies, an outlet he turned to when he needed to clear his head and find solace. He gently put down the tablet and glanced over at a little girl engrossed in her own drawing on a piece of paper nearby.

Not wanting to disturb her, Oliver finally switched on his phone and glanced at the missed calls and messages from his dad. However, he decided to reach out to his friend Jake instead. Gary was always preoccupied with work, unlike Oliver and Jake, who had their own reasons for shying away from responsibility.

"What is it, Oli?" Jake answered the phone with a hint of irritation. He had been in the midst of flirting with a beautiful girl when the call interrupted his charismatic display.

"Are you available right now?" Oliver inquired, hoping Jake could spare some time for him.

Jake's gaze shifted to the infatuated girl by his side, and he pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a deep sigh before responding, "Yes... Why? What's going on?"

"Great! Where can I find you?" Oliver asked, feeling relieved that he could count on Jake for support.

Jake pursed his lips and answered and immediately, Oliver hang up.

" Bastard!!" Jake cussed and turned to the girl putting on his usual girl catching smile trying to forget about Oliver.

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Standing in front of the shopping mall was Oliver, happy Chloe and a darken face Jake.

He grumbled as he followed behind those two. Obviously, Oliver dragged him here because he's the money bag here but he couldn't refuse because of Chloe.

Chloe happily got down from Oliver's arm and skipped off.

" Be careful Chloe!! " Oliver called after her.

He quicken his steps following Chloe so he couldn't lose sight of her.

Jake who was behind caught the attention of some people who recognized him.

Of course he was popular, he is a spoilt heir to ANDERSON GROUP. He was known as a spoilt son who wasted his life on beauties.

He puffed up his chest because he felt so confident knowing that people were looking at him.

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" Chloe? " Oliver called

He was holding what they came to shop for but Chloe ran off without him noticing as both him and Jake were paying for the stuff they bought.

Oliver walked around looking everywhere and trying to avoid hitting people who kept working up and down.

He turned to a corner and saw a lady with a kneel bent in front of Chloe as she kept rubbing Chloe's head who was holding something in her hand with a smile on her face.

The lady's back was facing him so he couldn't see the face of the lady.

He approached them and overheard the lady saying " alright little one, I've given you what you like, so where is your mom? She must be looking for....... "

" Uncle Oliver!! " The little girl in front of her looked behind her and spoke excitedly cutting her off.

Chloe ran towards Oliver. He picked up her up and looked at the lady but he froze seeing her, even the lady in question was shocked but quickly composed herself and walked up to Oliver with a smile.

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"Are you here with her?" asked the lady, referring to Chloe who was already in Oliver's arms. Oliver furrowed his eyebrows, studying the face of the lady in front of him. His thoughts remained mysterious as his gaze lingered on her.

"Hello, why do you keep staring like that?" the lady inquired, breaking the silence.

"Well, anyway, now that the little girl is not lost, I'll be on my way!" the lady hastily announced, trying to maintain composure. She turned to leave.

"Wait," Oliver called out, halting her movements. The lady stopped abruptly, biting her lip nervously. When she turned back, a seemingly normal smile adorned her face.

Oliver approached her, causing her to clench her fist beside her, uncertain of his intentions based on his expression. Standing in front of her, he began to speak.

"I know you, you're from..." Oliver's sentence was cut off as the lady quickly interjected, "Sorry, you must have mistaken me for someone else. This is my first time seeing you."

Oliver attempted to say something, but his words were interrupted by another girl. "Donna?!" she exclaimed, walking towards them and facing Donna.

"Where did you run off to? I thought you were following me, but when I turned around, you were nowhere to be seen..." The girl's voice trailed off as she became captivated by the man's presence. "Damn, this guy looks too good," she thought to herself, unable to resist the allure.

"Donna called, snapping the young girl, Ariana, out of her daydream. "Let's go," Donna urged, pulling Ariana alongside her. Ariana couldn't help but blurt out, "Who is that god-like guy? He's so handsome!"

Donna rolled her eyes and continued leading her sister away. Nearly caught off guard, Donna hadn't expected him to recognize her after altering her appearance. A sigh of relief escaped her lips, but she knew she needed to be more cautious in the future.

Oliver stood there, his mind consumed by the memories of what had transpired the night he ventured into the club. Images flickered relentlessly through his thoughts, an endless replay of the events that had unfolded.

Suddenly, a familiar voice broke through his reverie. "Hey man! Why are you just standing there?" Jake approached him, a mix of concern and curiosity on his face.

Jake's's eyes shifted towards Chloe, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You little rascal, where did you rush off to?" he reprimanded playfully. Chloe responded with a pout, her lips curled in an adorable manner that softened Jake's previous nagging.

Jake sighed as he followed Oliver's gaze, scanning the surroundings for anything out of the ordinary. The bustling crowd in the vicinity seemed nothing out of ordinary, nothing that would warrant such intense focus. He turned back to Oliver, puzzled by the lack of expression on his face. "Hey man, are you alright?" Jake asked, genuine concern evident in his voice, wondering if it was a familiar face that had caught Oliver's attention.

Oliver slowly turned his head to meet Jake's gaze before wordlessly turning away and walking off. Jake scoffed, frustration building within him as he cursed Oliver under his breath. "What a bloody cold stone of a man," he muttered to himself, before mustering the determination to follow in Oliver's footsteps, his hands buried deep in his pockets.

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Later that evening, they found themselves outside a club. "A club?!" Jake exclaimed, studying Oliver's stoic expression. A smirk tugged at the corners of Jake's mouth.

"Finally, my dear friend has decided to shed his boring persona, huh? I can't believe it... what changed your mind? I thought you wanted to be a monk. Seems like you can't resist those pretty faces, huh? Come on, let's get in and stop standing here."

Jake's face beamed with excitement as he brushed past Oliver, leading the way into the extravagant establishment. It was high time Oliver let go of his troubles and embraced the joys of life. Jake was thrilled for his friend, not bothering to inquire about what had prompted Oliver to start frequenting clubs.

Once inside, Oliver made a beeline for the bar, taking a seat and casting his eyes around the vibrant surroundings. Jake had already disappeared into the crowd, engrossed in his own playful adventures with the women in attendance.

The bartender, a seasoned professional with a no-nonsense demeanor, approached Oliver. "Mister, what can I get you?" he inquired, having finished serving the group of rowdy individuals next to the bar. Oliver redirected his focus to the bartender and replied softly, "Just whiskey!"

"Okay, great," said the bartender before confidently heading off to retrieve Oliver's order. The spot where Oliver was seated provided a perfect vantage point to observe the entirety of the bustling club hall.

The bartender served Oliver his drink, and he took a sip while scanning the crowd for a specific person. He had come to this club to find someone in particular, convinced that she worked here. This was his chosen sanctuary to regain composure after an unexpected visit from his father had left his emotions in disarray.

Lost in thought, Oliver was suddenly snapped back to reality by a soft voice. He turned his gaze towards the source and noticed a woman dressed in a revealing outfit, instantly evoking a flash of recognition in his mind. The woman caught his glance and smiled, realizing he hadn't initially heard her.

"Are you new here? Because I've never seen anyone as handsome as you in this club before," the woman said, her sweet smile revealing her interest in him. Oliver replied curtly, "No." He wasn't truly interested but didn't wish to appear impolite.

Due to the loud music, his response went unheard by the woman. "I'm sorry, what did you say? I couldn't hear you," she leaned forward, taking advantage of the opportunity. Uncomfortable with her proximity, Oliver leaned back, his brows furrowing, growing increasingly irritated.

Noticing his discomfort, the woman gracefully moved back but couldn't help but be captivated by his striking appearance. His strong jawline and impeccably styled hair made for a mesmerizing sight. "Apologies for invading your personal space. I'm Mia. And what might your name be?" she asked, hoping to strike a conversation.

Oliver, however, remained fixated on someone else in the distance-a masked individual gracefully ascending the pole to begin a captivating dance. Mia felt a pang of disappointment at the lack of attention she was receiving, but she refused to give up-a man as enticing as Oliver was a prize she wanted to claim for herself.

She looked at the direction of where he was looking at and saw the person he was starring at Dancing around the pole flawlessly drawing men attention towards her. She knew who it was and that made her frown.

Wasn't she beautiful and sexy enough?

She looked at Oliver whose eyes were still on that figure dancing around the pole..

She tighten her fist in annoyance and stood right in front of Oliver.

Oliver frowned seeing that his view was blocked, he looked up and saw it was Mia.

" Hey, I've introduced myself before but you weren't listening, are you okay. Look , I'm Mia and you don't have to tell me your name, if you want my service, I can render it to you for free " she said boldly.

Oliver face darken the more knowing what she was talking about.

" Move aside!" Oliver said threatening.

Mia shrinker back after seeing his bone piercing gaze which was warning her.

She obediently moved aside and apologized " I'm sorry but....." Before she could finish saying what she wanted to say, he already stood up and walked away from her.

She turned looking at his back making his way toward the stripper. She wouldn't let this go like this. No guy she ever met, would decline her this way.

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Oliver finally arrived at the foot of the little stage and looked up.

There were like six stages like the one in front of him with a pole in the middle and every single one of them were already occupied by strippers who were already entertaining the men.

Donna turned, twisting her body sexily but paused upon seeing the person in front of her.

What is she going to do? Should she continue dancing and pretend but he already saw her reaction when she saw him. What should she do? She thought....

She smiled and winked at him and then continued dancing.

Is not like he knows her right?

Oliver's eyes were fixed on her with out moving from where he stood.

Oliver's eyes remained fixed on her.

However, the events of yesterday lingered in his mind,

In a flashback to that day,

Oliver was deeply immersed in drawing on a large board when the doorbell abruptly rang. He sighed, setting aside his pencil and paint, and removed his apron to ensure he didn't stain himself. As he approached the door, he wondered who it could be. Aside from Jake, who had a key, he wasn't expecting any visitors.

To his dismay, he found himself face to face with the last person he wanted to see - his father. Oliver's initial instinct was to close the door, but his father blocked it swiftly, preventing his escape.

"Is that how you treat your own father?" his father exclaimed. Oliver let out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose, and looked at him with disdain.

"I don't mean to be rude, but if you have nothing important to say, please leave. I don't have the strength to deal with you right now," Oliver replied wearily.

Mr. Frederick, Oliver's father, sneered at his unfilial son. If it weren't for Oliver being the chosen heir of his grandfather, Mr. Frederick wouldn't have bothered with him at all.

"Your grandfather insists on you being the heir, but if it were up to me, I would have..." Mr. Frederick's voice trailed off angrily.

Realizing the futility of the situation, Oliver cut him off, his patience wearing thin. "It seems you don't have anything substantive to say. Please leave while I can still maintain some level of politeness." With that, Oliver turned away, retrieving his apron and putting it back on.

Enraged, Mr. Frederick blurted out without thinking, "You're just like your dead mother - pathetic and good for nothing. I wish you weren't my son, and I never should have married that pathetic woman!" In the heat of the moment, he promptly left, slamming the door behind him.

Oliver who heard that while picking up a brush, paused and he clenched his fist and bent the brush which was in hand. He heard the loud sound of the door closing.

He gritted his teeth and try to calm his self not to do anything stupid. His eyes were red as what his dad just kept ringing in his mind. Thinking about how his mom died and the event that followed after really was tormenting him and that was why he never wanted anything to do with his family.

He dropped the already bent brush, and pulled the apron before dressing up before leaving. Leaving his apartment, no emotions was seen on his face but he was suffering very deep and needed a place to calm down.

He arrived at the nearest club which looked very extravagant and got in. He usually come here anytime his emotions are stirred.

Under neon light flashing, he made his way towards the bar, it was late yet but the place was still bustling with people.

" What do want sir?" The bartender asked after Oliver sat down.

" Give me your strong liquor please" Oliver replied.

His phone beeped, he took it and checked the message that just got in. He saw it was from Jake.

~jake~ hey man, this time around, I have found the perfect lady for you and don't dare reject this one again. I'll send her pics now "

Another beep

~jake~ * picture * looking good right?

~oliver~ Not interested

~jake~ you monk, what is your problem?

Oliver dropped his phone but it continued to beep. He turned it off and took the bottle of the strong liquor and pored it in a glass and down everything in one gulp.

Even with the high burning sensation in his throat, no emotion was shown as he pours another glass and did the same.

He wanted to do the same with the third glass but a hand stopped him by putting it down. He glanced at the hand and then at the lady who just stopped him.

A slight frown appeared on his face before pulling his hand away and gulp everything from the glass. He wanted to pour more but his bottle was snatched away from him before he could react, the lady ruffled his well clean hair and she said. " If you have issues, you should be a man and not be a coward" she said looking straight at him.

Oliver looked very displeased especially about what she just did to his hair.

He looked at her , her long straight hair was dyed pink with a thick mascara on and the black outfit she put on hugged her body showing her perfect curves.

Oliver turned away and called the bartender over and ordered for another drink. He avoided the lady and didn't want to be bothered by this intruder.

" Okay then, if don't want to man up and face your problem then you can just let it out to feel better. I'll listen and accompany you" the lady said and sat beside him.

Oliver was becoming irritated by her presence and turned to her saying " leave!!"

" Nope, I'll stay here with you" the lady replied looking at him.

Oliver looked at her for a while and couldn't see what she was thinking.

" Suit your self" Oliver replied shortly and took the new bottle of liquor and poured it into the glass cup.

The lady sat there looking at how Oliver kept draining each glass of it's content.

This wasn't the first time she is seeing this man here. She works here and she normally get here early to take some shot of gin before her work hour and always sees him here. His looks obviously made her to notice him and after that, she also noticed how disturbed he was everytime he's here but today was on another level entirely.

She doesn't know what happened to him or what he's going through but she could understand how he's feeling and could see her pathetic self in him.

She jolted out of her daze by the sound of glass bottom hitting the table. She saw he was already very drunk as his eyes became sloppy but that didn't stop him from pouring more drinks in the glass cup.

The lady frowned and took both the bottle and glass cup away from him.

" Heyy, give me that " he said drunkenly and tried to snatch it back. He nearly fell which scare the lady as immediately supported him.

" Leave me alone" he said with no strength in him as tried to get away from her.

Oliver was shocked when he found his self in the warm embrace of this female stranger even in his drunken state. The lady didn't know what came over her but she decided to hug him, to give him the assurance that he is not alone in this world. She was surprised that the man in her embrace didn't try to leave her arms. She rubbed his back and pulled away a little to see if he has slept off but to her surprise, his eyes were open starring right at her with eyes filled with tear.

She felt her heart ach, as she saw pain, anger and sadness in those eyes of his.

She sighed and looked around, since this was a club, nobody paid attention to both of them and it was getting darker and crowdy. She looked back at him and patted his head " no matter how hard your life is, you shouldn't make it stop you from being happy okay?" She said looking like she was talking to a child.

Looking at Oliver right now, he seem not his usual aloof self. The lady was taken a back by his movement as he buried his head in her embrace and hugged her back.

She wanted to push him but his voice stopped him " let me stay this way please "

She hesitantly patted his back. She didn't expect this turn of events. At first she wanted to help out but having a grown drunk man hugging her, that made her even rethink about helping him.

After awhile, she pulled him away and asked " I have work to do here, so, tell me where I can drop you off " she said.

Oliver was silent and when she thought he won't answer, he opened his mouth and told her the address.