Chapter 37

Locating Wabash Avenue UNIT seems difficult than Melissa could imagine, she had never gone too far from her apartment in Orrington Avenue in Illinois. It had been on rare occasions that she went to nice places like Ryan and Molly's neighborhood and she had never gone alone, especially not on the first day.

   Meanwhile, Williams had refused to do anything yet. Since he knew his mysterious redhead dancer would soon arrive and he couldn't stop thinking about Melissa, maybe sending her back would be a perfect idea.

   Even if he sent her back, it still wouldn't change the fact that he is in love with her and he couldn't help the bad fact that had been calling her every day her father.

   He imagines how terrible she would feel when she realizes that her father wants nothing to do with her at the moment. He went as far as reaching him in Oklahoma, where he now wants to start a new family.

   "Melissa is a hard-working girl" Nikolas had said "She will survive on her own, before then, she has to be off for I know how much she hates me".

   If not for his guards, he was sure he would break the man's nose and let him wake in the hospital. He just could not get it, how would a father forsake his child.

   Michael came to his mind, it even marveled him more that Michael is his father's biological son. Just because he wasn't married to his mother made him his last choice. He understands Michael has every right to be angry or even plot to kill him, but deep down, he only cares because he doesn't want to be alone.

   Since his brother died, Williams had been carefully avoiding the bad ways his father wants him to go. He knew his father seems to be the leader of an illegal group in Spain that's why he wants him over after the next few months.

    He knew the only thing left for Michael would be his estate that's why he is trying his best to leave it in a good condition. A condition that Michael would always remember him as his brother and not just the second son of his father that he wants to kill.

     Since he had been a kid, he spent almost all of his childhood in California, where he had no friends. His teenage life got wasted in Spain where he was also not allowed to have any other person except his brother.

    An accident occurred and it lead to the mysterious death of his beloved brother. He lost all hope because his mother died few months before his brother. Bringing Michael Into his life had been like a pinch of salt, added into his injury.

    Michael would bully him, beat him up, and end up acting like it was nothing to apologize for. It took him an extra few years to learn how to make life bitter for his stepbrother, which is by being his father's favorite.

     He does whatever his father asks him to do, even when it seems wrong. He would spy on innocent people and tell lies about them so he would gain more favor from the old man, in no time, he became the favorite legitimate sin of his father.

    Accordingly, To the medical report, his father has few months to leave and wants to pass his wealth to him. He owns a lot in his tender age of early twenties and still seeks more, too bad, Michael has nothing in his middle twenty.

     He didn't get a reply from the redhead dancer but he felt like he was sure with the email, looking almost like Melissa's email address.

   He looked through the camera monitor in his room and notice a redhead standing at the gate. Her eyes were behind her long hat that covered most part of her face and hair, if not for the red hair over her shoulders, Williams might have to be sure about not. Even set up.

    " Williams Hughes knows I would be here" She replied the robot-like voice talking to her, she brought out her hand from her gloves and scan her fingers.

   Within the next few seconds, the gate opened and she walked inside. Everything looked like it was pictured from dreamland.

   In the rough eighteen years of her life, she had never set her feet into such a place, if not for the men and women in black, Melissa would have thought she mistake her route for the White House.

    The door opened before she could knock and she meet a beautiful girl about her age, walking towards her.

    "Mr. Williams is waiting for you already" the lady points to the left "Just move straight, the last door at the extreme".

    Wondering about how a young man could have the courage to bring a woman Into his parent's house, Melissa stumbled on a familiar face.

    " Hi Rosie" She smiled and stretched her arm for a handshake "Nice to meet-".

    Rosie rejected her hand, she looked at Melissa from head to toe before she walked away angry.

   " Fuck you," She said as she walked away.

   Melissa stood perplexed, she was sure the last time she meet Rosie nothing funny happened. She even wanted to call her back before the door burst open reviewing her nightmare.

   "Hello, Princess".

   It felt like a dream, at first Melissa felt jealous that Rosie might be one of Williams's play girls.

   " Come" he ordered.

  Without hesitation, Melissa followed, she had many things she wants to say but she felt she only need to stay quiet and mind her business. She wished she could turn down the offer but too late, she collected half of her payment from Williams.

    She walked inside shaking as she meet him sat on his table watching a space she thinks he had designed specifically for her. The office was so spacious, much bigger than her apartment merged together.

   The table and chair were angled at the left end of the room, the corner a soul entering the office would not see until he or she walks in further.

    The middle had a hug pole and a set of a round table, almost like the one at her place of work. The best part of the room looks tempting, a steal-plan can even be carried because of the place.

    The vase looked like gold and she was sure it is expensive, the chandeliers shore bright, hanging proudly amid the empty ceiling. A couch was placed on the left side of the room, it would be the first thing a person would see if he or she enters the office.

   She noticed a picture, a younger version of Williams with someone that looks like his older version, obviously, the older version can not be his father.
   Another picture caught her attention as she noticed herself, dressed in a brown jumpsuit, Her hat hide many parts of her red hair but it was still noticeable. She stood in from of a car looking angry but beautiful, it seems like her first day at Loyola University.

    Been in Illinois had changed so many things in her life most especially her love life, she was only grateful for not losing virginity at the back of her mother's old truck, in a party toilet, drunk, or as a one-night stand.

   She seems to be a one-night stand to Molly, but she was happy it was all made out of love.

   "Where did you know her from" Williams dragged her back to reality.

   "Who?".

  " My girl," he said as he stood up slowly, walked to his seat, and collapse on it "Rosie Dio Federico".

   Melissa smiled slyly, she dropped her bag, within the next few seconds her cloak was lying on the floor, exposing her sexy Brown underwear. She noticed the puzzled look on Williams's face and shrugged.

   " Were you expecting Black or red?" Her voice sounded more like a moan.

    Williams's brows connected, he lit his cigarette and in no time, the room became filled with smoke. His eager hazel-green eyes rested her breasts which seems to be protected by the thin fabric of the brown bra.

    "Wasn't expecting any clothes" He said, letting the ash out in a small plate, and smirked "Strip".

   Melissa giggled, she walked close to him as she began to rub herself on him, she pulled away before he could get home from her.

   "I'm not a hoe, dick head," she said through clenched teeth as she walked back to the pole "I am a dancer".

   Just as she had practice, she let her body go wide, feeding on each fantasy the pole explore in her. She thinks she is yet to find out why she gets horny each time she sees Williams and dancing with the pole.

    " I will pay you more, Mel". He groaned.

  Melissa smiled, with her legs wide open, she rub her index finger on her clit, rolling as the pole would lead her.

   "The hell with your money". Was the last word heard in the room as the music began to play.