LaraI've just dropped off Ander.He's enjoying school more than I thought he would. He's adapted so quickly even though there's so much he doesn't know. The good thing is that I didn't neglect his education as he was growing up. I taught him how to read and do sums. It's paying off because this teacher, a Mrs. Ferrel, told me that she's impressed by his skills. I couldn't be happier. But my happiness is marred by the fact that I might not have a job by the end of this week. It's been seven whole days since I saw Dexter, and I'm starting to think that he won't come back at all.If he doesn't, then it means the end of my employment. I'll have to talk to Ambrose about it and I'll do it as soon as I arrive at the strip club. I'm someone who likes to have things organized, so I want to know what my choices are. I've decided that I want to remain in the city and I'll do anything I can to stay here. Life in Elwood was too simple and not right for a growing boy. He doesn't have to live w
Dexter I’m mildly relieved that Red has agreed to come with me.However, I’m torn between feeling glad that about having successfully convinced her to come with me and feeling angry that I’m here in the first place. I shouldn’t be here. I should be heading home, especially after my last encounter with Mr. King. He clearly wasn’t happy about the way I was treating his daughter and he was right. I was an asshole. Being here with the woman that I shouldn’t be running from and that started all of this to begin with is a big mistake. I’m taking this too far, and who knows where it’s going to end?“The reason why I wanted to talk to you is because I have an offer for you,” I say. “I still want you to be my spy. However, I won’t be able to come to the club anymore. Or rather, not always.” She appears pensive when I make my offer. I add, “Nothing changes. Not the pay or the nature of our interactions. The only thing that will change is where we’re going to meet. Which will be in a locatio
LaraI don’t think that I’m crazy for having accepted Dexter’s office. Although Ambrose told me that I could keep the job even without the spying element, I want to do this as a thank you to him and also to keep working on my revenge plan. Hey, if I have the opportunity, then why not? What the hell is stopping me?Nothing. So, I get ready that night and then head on to the strip club. Ander had a successful day at school and he’s pretty tired, so he told me that we’ll talk tomorrow about his day. Right now, he’s sleeping, and I leave him a note telling him that I love him and that there’s dinner in the oven, in case he wakes up. The place is unusually crowded, which makes me wonder if there’s a special event going on. Apparently, there isn’t one. It’s just one of those days. I see a lot of new faces, and I have to admit that the way some men are looking at me makes me feel uneasy. I don’t know why that is. Maybe it’s because I’ve already gotten used to the regular customers. I fi
Lara "I know who you are," Juliana says.For obvious reasons, this is like a punch to my throat because my mind starts imagining wild scenarios. A few seconds later, I tell myself that I probably have it all wrong. She can't know the truth of who I am. How is that possible?So, I tell her, "I don't know what you're talking about."Juliana takes a step toward me, her eyes narrowed. "When I first saw you, I knew that I recognized you but I didn't know from where. It was only when they said your name that I became suspicious. And so, I asked a few of my clients to do some research on who I thought you were, and now I have my answer."I'm stone cold. My heart is slamming against my chest but I don't want to get ahead of myself. I don't want to assume the worst so readily. Juliana tilts her head. She has this expression on her face like she's mocking my anguish. "What, you don't believe me? You don't think that I know who you are, Lara?"I still don't say a word. I'm hoping and praying t
Dexter As I stare at the spot where I know my mother was buried, I feel a strange kind of peace come over me. I remember when this hole was being dug for her. I was watching from the doorway, terrified as shit. I saw it when her body hit the ground and her neck broke. The man standing over her just walked away. I remember his face, though, and I haven’t forgotten it. Not ever. I guess I can say that my whole life started going downhill after that exact moment. I was just a boy living in a brothel with his mother, which might seem like a horrible thing to some people, but what they don’t understand is that my mother was the kindest, sweetest person in the world. She always tried to make my reality seem better than what it was.I was only a boy, but she was my whole universe. I still remember how it felt like to be wrapped up in her arms after she’d worked all day. At the time, I hadn’t known what that job was. I only found out years later. She kept me away from all the terrible thi
LaraI haven't been able to sleep a wink all night. I can't stop thinking about that bitch Juliana and how much I want to fucking kill her. I'm so filled with rage right now. How could I have guessed that someone here would know who I am?My city is miles away from here. I can't stop chewing my lip. Because I didn't sleep, my eyes feel gritty and I feel uncomfortable overall. It's a strange feeling that doesn't go away with anything. How am I supposed to get myself out of this situation?Ten thousand dollars? She's crazy. I have that money, but it's literally all I have and I'm saving it. And even if I weren't, there's no way in hell that I'd give her that money. I don't care. It's all I have. This isn’t something that I feel is worth handing out all my money for. What’s my father or even Vince going to do to me?What can be worse than what they’ve already done?It’s either I ride this out or I run. There’s no other option because I’m not giving her the money. I can’t reach Ambros
Lara I still haven’t made my decision and Dexter is starting to eye me curiously and in a way that makes my skin crawl. I fold my arms. I can’t make a reckless decision. If I decide to leave here and strip for him, then I’ll be at his complete mercy and that’s a terrible decision. Also, what would I do about Ander?“I can’t be your exclusive stripper,” I declare. “It can’t happen. I have a contract with Ambrose and I can’t break it. That won’t work.”However, he mentioned having sex with me. Although I said I’m not a prostitute, am I not willing to make a sacrifice for a good amount of money? Oh, goddess. I’ve reached the bottom of the barrel. I can’t get lower than this. To suggest having sex with my enemy is beyond insanity. I need to be checked into an institution for even thinking about this.“See, you say no but I can tell that there’s something you want,” he says, taking a few steps toward me. I back away from him. He doesn’t stop. “You’re tempted by my offer, aren’t you?”“I
DexterAs I leave Red’s apartment and get in my car, I ask myself what the fuck I’m doing. When I woke up earlier today, I told myself that I would try to put her behind me, but that’s only because of the dream I had of her. In my dream, I was in the strip chub and she was dancing for me. Goddess, she looked so fucking sexy in a black babydoll. Her eyes were lined with black and popped out of her face. I wanted her so badly but I couldn’t touch her. I felt myself getting harder and harder, and when I looked down, my cock was pointing at the fucking ceiling and I was completely naked. My hands were bound to the chair I was seated on, and all the while, she twirled around and around the pole, still dressed. “Having fun?” she asked in a seductive voice. I couldn’t speak. I wasn’t even sure if I had a tongue in my mouth. Then, slowly, she began stripping. She took off her babydoll and was left in a thong that was a sharp contrast against her creamy skin. I wanted to take that thong