Alpha’s Virgin Stripper

Lake:

My excitement couldn’t be contained. I could not believe my eyes. I was staring at my mother’s face, the woman I thought I would never see again. I could almost see myself holding her, going on my knees and apologizing to her. For everything I had ever done, all the wrong words I had said to her, for judging her without knowing her side of the story. Hell! I even asked her to disappear, I told her she was dead to me. I knew I could never take those words back, I could not go back in time and slap myself to my senses, because if I could, I would have.

“Thank you, thank you very much.” Was all I managed to say. I turned to Kenji who was staring at me with a broad smile on his face. I could tell he was equally happy I was willing to find my mother, he was the one who had tried to bring us together after all. I could only imagine and assume how proud he was feeling at that moment.

“Double his fee, this is amazing!” I cried out in joy. I did not understand why, but I felt like a school boy who as excited to meet his parents after months of being locked up in some boarding facility. It was not any different, I had been locked up in a jail of lies and deceit for all my life. It felt good to finally be allowed to break free. The truth was liberating, that was something I had never known.

A part of me was also excited for something – or someone – else. It was obvious that my mother had also left with Jojo. That meant that finding her would mean finding Jojo. There was a lot I had to say to Jojo too.

I turned and left the living room, rushing to my room. I took off my sweaty vest and tossed it into the laundry basket at the far end of the room. As I was about to draw the waistline of my joggers to my knees, my door pushed open and Kenji stepped in. I stopped on my tracks and turned to him, corking my left brow.

He looked over me, and allowed his gaze travel to my almost empty laundry basket.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I’m going to find my mother. Did you take the file from him? I need to move immediately, I also…”

“Slow down, Lake. Take it easy.” He held his hands up to me, while he moved closer.

“If you’re going to Ten, them I’m going with you.” He said out loud.

I moved backward and noticed how the soft expression on his face dissolved into a frown.

“You do not have to, Kenji. This is my fight and…”

“You do not really think that I am going to let you travel all the way to Ten by yourself, do you? Because I would put this entire building on lockdown if I have to and there is nothing you’re going to do about it.” He did not smile as he spoke, I knew he was not joking.

I heaved a sigh and slipped my hands into my pockets.

“Fine, but you’re going to have to pack some clothes and I can’t wait for you to go home.” I replied.

He walked to me, brushed past me and moved to my closet.

“Nice try, Lake. It’s a good thing we wear the same size of almost everything.”

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The flight to Ten lasted for forty-five long minutes. All the while, I could not help but look forward to seeing them. I found myself rehearsing my apology over and over again, especially to my mother. While Kenji plugged his ears and listened to music throughout the journey, I spent my time stalking the Emerald’s city page on with Kenji’s Instagram account.

We kept our dark shade sunglasses on throughout the journey. We decided to rent a car and Kenji paid for a week, even though I knew we would be here for less than that.

“Anything can happen.” He told me, when I stared at him with query in my eyes. The car we rented was a black Honda Accord, the colour was a common one, so we were sure to blend in with the masses in Ten. We did not want a soul to know of our visit here, except the souls that needed to, of course.

With the directions we were given and a GPS, we were able to locate Emerald’s kitchen quicker and easier. The building was a short bungalow that spread out to a wide range of land. It looked so much like the Smith’s diner at Rush. It had the same architecture, glass walls and a translucent glass door. It was glass, but you somehow could not see through it.

We walked into the restaurant, hoping to find either Jojo or her friend by the counter. But the restaurant was almost empty, except for two customers, a cleaner who was busy with the floors.

“Excuse me!” Kenji called out.

The cleaning lady looked up at us. She dropped her mop in the bucket and walked towards us.

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My eyes continued to wander around the room, my heart pounded against my chest. No matter how I tried to steady my breathing, I just could not bring myself to relax.

“Hi. Uhm, we are here to see your manager. Mrs Emerald Smith.” Kenji spoke up.

The woman’s eyes moved from Kenji to myself. I could not blame her. I would be cautious if two men in dark shades stepped into my workplace and asked to see my boss, even though I was my boss.

“She did not come to work today, sir. The family has their off day together, and the rest of us were given the option to close early, which we were about doing before you stepped in.” She replied curtly.

“They did not show up for work today?” Kenji asked again, repeating the woman’s statement.

She nodded curtly and he turned to me.

“We should check the beach house then.” He returned his gaze to the woman.

“Thank you very much.”

We turned on our heels and walked back to our rented car. Kenji slipped into the driver’s seat, while I sat beside him.

“Do you know where the beach house is?” I asked.

He looked down at the dashboard and took the brown envelope, he brought out the papers in it and his eyes skimmed through the content.

“It’s by the beach, almost an hour away from here. But we can beat that time.” His eyes rose up to meet mine.

“Are you ready for this, Lake?”

I did not reply. I heaved a sigh and allowed myself melt into my seat. He did not question any further.

The city of Ten was by far a tropical city, I saw it in the cool breeze, the free roads and the palm trees. I allowed myself enjoy the scenery all the way to the beach.

We parked the car meters away from the house in the picture. It was currently the only house on the beach side, my mother must have spent a fortune to acquire it.

We were far enough to not be seen, but close enough to see. I really wanted to step into the house and see them, but Kenji insisted we did a survey from afar.

And he was right. It was necessary for us to do so.

Jojo’s friend sat underneath the evening sun, beside Jojo’s mum who was seated in her wheelchair, smiling at the sunset as the red strands of her hair danced to the rhythm of the evening breeze.

I could remember the woman’s face vividly. A little girl, who I recognized as Jojo’s younger sister, ran out of the glass doors and jumped on Mel’s body. The ladies fell back into the sand and Jojo’s mother laughed.

Kenji was silent and so was I, it was easy for me to hear my heart beating furiously in my chest.

The next person who stepped out of the glass doors caused me to seat up immediately. Her red hair was bundled up above her head in a loose bun, her green eyes sparked with laugher and both her hands rested on her stomach.

Wait a minute.

My jaw dropped to the ground.

Her stomach!

Round and portruded, as though she was nothing less than eight months pregnant!

I blinked twice, praying that the sight of the protruded belly would disappear.

It did not.