Lilith
The slamming of the door indicated that Alpha Casper had left his room.
I waited patiently, stalking his movement until I saw him walk out of the estate.
I didn’t have time to think about where he was heading because it was weird to see him going out of the estate. Anna had always told me how he hated the outside world and that he avoided getting out of the house for 10 years.
Swinging into action, I sneaked out of my room, entering his room and shutting the door behind me.
I didn’t need to waste time. Just breeze in and out after finding the evidence.
Opening the image, I compared it to his room, and all my suspicions were marked.
But I needed more.
I needed something that would prove me wrong. I needed strong evidence.
What if he wasn’t the fan?
What if they just looked alike and had the same room design and interior decoration as the fan?
It could be a big coincidence.
I sighted his laptop on the table. I walked over to the table, waiting to hear any sound, but I was met with none, indicating the area was safe.
But how do I open his laptop to find evidence?
I didn’t know his password.
Moreover, what if he didn’t register on the app with his laptop? What if everything I needed was on his phone?
But his phone was always with him.
Fuck!
I sighed wearily, rolling my eyes.
“Just this once,” I whispered to myself. There was no harm in trying.
Opening the computer, I clicked on a random button, and the screen came up.
I was about to click on the start button to start the computer when I noticed something that caught my interest.
He didn’t shut down his laptop. Rather, he just closed it.
A smile was about to play on my lips when an image appeared before my eyes.
I staggered back, almost collapsing on the chair as I held my chest.
My heart flipped uncountable times as blood was drained from my face.
My mouth fell open, and tears ran down my eyes.
I lifted my trembling hands, comparing the image on my phone with the one on his laptop, and it was nothing but identical.
I want to find excuses to prove myself wrong. But it turns out that…
My fan from Fantastic app was Alpha Casper!
No wonder he sensed familiarity after I sent him my video.
As much as I didn’t want to accept the truth, it was reality.
I was left with 2 difficult options.
Expose myself to him and be free, but lose the chance of earning money to pay Ricky, or conceal the truth and take it to my grave while gathering money to settle Ricky’s loan.
My head throbbed greatly, and beads of sweat dropped on my cheeks.
I had to pick an option as soon as possible.
It had to be the first option.
I can’t stomach the thought of sending him my videos to earn money while pretending to be a good girl in reality.
I couldn’t live with it. The guilt would eat me alive. It was important I come clean and lift this heavy burden off my shoulders.
But at the same time, how would he take the news?
I was afraid he would walk away, and I’d lose him forever.
The truth might hurt him badly. There was a slim chance he would heal and get over it quickly.
But would he ever forgive me?
How would he look at me?
Would he trust me considering I had 2 identities?
A stripper online and a good girl in reality.
They were 2 worlds that antagonize each other.
Would he ever see me as a good girl? Or would he regret he didn’t listen to Raphael when he called me a gold digger who wouldn’t mind doing anything for money?
I hated that I proved Raphael right.
Alpha Casper shouldn’t be seen with me.
I was a liar and a deceiver.
Fuck!
I hated that my mind was stuck and I didn’t know which choice to make.
The first option was as equally dangerous as the second.
I might be happy I chose one of them or regret that I chose one of them.
The sound of Alpha Casper scolding Anna flooded my ears, making me jump in fright.
Hurriedly, I closed his laptop, putting it in its original position before slipping out of his room.
I was about to open the door of my room when his footsteps jolted me in fear.
I didn’t want to look him in the eye, not after I betrayed his trust.
I was afraid I would spill every detail because of how weak I was emotionally.
“Lilith!” His baritone voice reached out, making me freeze on the spot.
My heart thundered heavily, I thought it would jump out of my chest the moment his warm hand dropped against my shoulder.
Sparks were revived, making me shudder.
“Since the shopping, you’ve been acting weird. You don’t want me around. It’s either you keep texting some dude on your phone or you give me cold shoulders. Did I offend you?” His voice dropped, making me almost spill a tear.
“You are getting it wrong-”
“Then explain why you always bury yourself in your room. I’m sorry if I was too fast about asking you to be my girlfriend or almost marking you without my permission. I didn’t know what came over me. I was just overwhelmed with the thought of having you around me.”
“I liked the flow between us before. We were practically inseparable from each other. But I scared you, and you stopped wanting to be close to me. I miss it, and I want us back together. I miss the old Lilith,” he muttered, leaning close to me until our heads brushed against each other and covering my hands in his.
“I thought the last time we went out would make you come around, and I wanted to spice things up a bit, but we ended up getting caught in the dressing room having sex. Sorry if that made you feel uncomfortable,” he chuckled lightly before slowly brushing his lips against mine.
“Don’t push me away, Lilith. I need you,” he moaned over my lips before claiming them hard, dominating passionately.
I could taste his hunger and desire.
“I’m fighting it hard. Don’t push me into its arms.”
His words caused the memories to rush down my head, filling me with a sense of betrayal.
I broke free from his kiss, pushing past his towering frame and walking away from the wall he pinned me against.
Sparks still tinged on my wrist where he held up, placing them above my head.
“You are doing it again, Lilith…” he sighed in frustration, biting his lips angrily.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered without looking at him, dashing into my room and locking the door.
I crashed on the bed, weeping profusely as my feelings washed over me.
I wasn’t blaming myself this time. I was mad.
Mad at Alpha Casper.
How dare he invite a stranger to a hotel and offer her a huge amount of money because he wanted to be canal with her.
Did the sex and the moment we shared mean nothing to him?
Just a few days of cold shoulders, and he wants to run into the arms of a stranger.
He wasn’t different from me.
Wiping my tears, my face hardened as I made up my mind never to expose myself.
The truth remained in me.
*****
Weeks later
Lilith
Finally, I was able to delete Ricky’s contact.
“We never saw each other. This never happened.”
Those were his last words to me when I went into his territory to pay up the loan completely.
Finally, I was free from Ricky’s threat.
But I hadn’t concluded deleting the app yet. So I hid it in case Alpha Casper was snooping.
The relationship between Alpha Casper and I was still a bit cold. I found it hard to trust him.
A part of me was still mad at him for sending those messages.
Anger flooded my veins each time we met. I almost found myself blurting out the truth to clear my mind.
Living in the same space with him affected me emotionally, and after some months, I would quit and rent an apartment.
I sighed weakly, changing into a costume and putting on a mask to shield my face before setting up my camera and adding an extra lightning effect so that the video quality would be nice.
Switching on the dim red light, I cleared my throat, preparing to switch to my second identity.
Pouring all my heart and soul into the dance, I crashed against a chair, throwing my legs in the air before parting them wildly. I got up from the chair, backing the camera so that my big ass would be captured.
Squatting to the height of the chair, I placed my hand on the handle, rocking my body and twerking slowly to the soft rhythm of Doja Cat’s silhouette challenge.
Loosening my hair, I spread it around my shoulders, twirling my fingers around it. I was about to drop to the floor to perform a seductive dance when the scent of my perfume hit me, and I felt something rush from my stomach straight to my throat.
Unable to control myself, I vomited all over the floor.
Fear gripped me hard after remembering that this would be the third time I vomited this morning.