HIS STRIPPER, HIS WIFE novel Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Chapter 51

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I was standing in front of my mirror, going through my makeup bag for the right shade of gloss, getting ready to meet up with one of my girls for a quick hangout before the day got too busy, when my phone started ringing on the bed. I picked it up without even checking the screen properly, already half distracted by the earring I was trying to clip on with one hand. –

“Hello,” I said into the phone, pressing it between my ear and my shoulder.

Nobody answered, all I got was laughter, and she kept going and going like she had heard the funniest joke in the world and forgot there was actually a person waiting on the other end. I wouldn’t lie, it irritated me almost immediately.

“Do you have anything to say aside laughing.” I said, my voice flat, already losing patience.

“I’m laughing with you in money,” she said, still catching her breath from whatever had her so entertained.

“And what do you mean by that?” I asked, genuinely confused now, the earring forgotten in my hand.

“Oh, you are not aware? Adrian bought a new company, and from what I’ve been seeing, girl, it’s really doing well.”

I felt something tighten in my chest the moment his name left her mouth, but I kept my face neutral even though there was nobody there to see it. That was just how I had trained myself to react whenever his name came up, calm on the outside no matter what was happening underneath.

“Ohh, that’s nice. Happy for him,” I said simply, keeping my tone as light as I could manage. I wanted to say more, ask more. dig deeper into what exactly she meant by doing well, how well, since when, but I held it back. As much as I wanted the details, I didn’t want to be the one everyone whispered about later, the girl who still couldn’t let Adrian Delacroix go even after everything.

“I feel like you guys still have a shot together,” she said, and there it was, the thing I had been bracing for since she first laughed into the phone.

“Uhhmm, well. I don’t want to have anything to do with him again.” I said, the lie sliding out smoother than I expected. “Adrian is perfect.” That thought came uninvited.

“Okay girl, talk to you later,” she said, and just like that, the call ended, leaving me standing there holding a phone that had gone completely silent, my mind anything but.

I finished clipping the earring on without really thinking about it, my hands moving on autopilot while my brain stayed stuck on the words new company and doing well. I told myself I wasn’t going to look it up. I told myself that twice, actually, standing right there in front of the mirror, and then I picked up my phone anyway and typed his name into the search bar before I could stop myself.

She wasn’t lying, not even a little. Articles, mentions, a few business pages tagging the acquisition, all of it confirming exactly what she had said on the phone. Adrian had bought himself a new company and from the numbers floating around online, it was already proving itself worth the investment.

I sat on the edge of my bed scrolling through every single result I could find, reading captions twice, zooming into photos that barely showed his face, just his name attached to figures that made my stomach do something uncomfortable.

I searched for the address next, I don’t know exactly when curiosity turned into intention, but by the time I looked up from my phone I had already added the location to my schedule for the day, slotted in neatly between my hangout and absolutely nothing else I needed to be doing there.

I finished getting dressed properly after that, choosing something a little sharper than what I had originally planned. sottething that said I just happened to be in the area rather than I drove across town because I couldn’t stop thinking about

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I checked the time once I was fully ready and saw I still had more than enough of it to spare. “Out of pure curiosity.” I (old myself, “just pure curiosity and nothing else”, I stepped outside and took the next cab heading in that direction.

The ride felt shorter than I expected, or maybe I was just too deep in my own head to notice the minutes passing properly. Before I knew it, the building was right there in front of me, tall with his company’s name sitting proudly near the entrance.

Everything I needed to know about the place, the floor he worked on, how the offices were arranged, I had already gathered from the internet earlier, scrolling through pictures and old interviews like I was preparing for an exam nobody asked me to

take.

I walked in like it wasn’t my first time stepping through those doors, chin up, and luckily for me, the receptionist’s desk sa empty at that exact moment, no one there to stop me or ask who I had come to see, so I simply moved past it and headed straight for the stairs, climbing up in search of the one thing I already knew to look for, an office with glass walls.

It didn’t take long to find it, the whole top floor seemed designed to show off, polished floors, neat hallways, and I spotted him from afar.

He was sitting at the edge of his desk, not behind it but on it, one leg braced against the floor, and he was looking toward something with delight. I had seen that exact look directed at me more times than I could count back when things between us were good, and seeing it now, aimed at something else entirely, sent a small, sharp feeling straight through my chest.

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