The $eductress – Episode 49

THE $EDUCTRESS

THE BILLIONAIRE AND THE STRIPPER

WRITTEN BY: Pamela James

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Chapter 49

Anastasia p.o.v

Arnaldo will absolutely not touch on the subject about his ex-wife.

He makes it seem like he is not bothered, and he probably isn’t by the way that he says it’s no big deal.

But when I found out that he was married for years, that is still a long time to be married, and there is definitely some repressed anger in there.

I also wanted to know if he still loves her.

He changed the subject immediately.

If he missed her, he wouldn’t tell me.

All he said was that he was never that dependent on her and vice versa.

I wanted to push his buttons.

I wanted to know what actually gets him upset, but he won’t tell me.

The conversation somehow got back to me, and I was the one doing most of the talking.

When I caught myself going on about how my best friend is sleeping with my boss, I knew it was time to leave.

What I expected was for arnaldo to ask me to come back home with him.

No, what I expected was for him to assume I would go back home with him.

That is not what happened.

We were standing in front of his car.

When I figured he wasn’t going to ask me.

I said and insisted that I walk back on my own because I was fine and I could handle myself.

I expected him not to take no for an answer.

But tonight was a different night.

“I’m surprised you are not telling me to come with you.” I put my hands in my pockets.

“You never miss the chance.”

“You hate waking up in my bed.”

“So now you finally understand?”

“Because of tonight, I have decided to change my approach.”
he said to me.

I was confused.

“You don’t think I’m going to let you get away with paying the bill, do you?”

“Arnaldo, it was fifteen pounds.” I was shocked that he thought it was such a big deal.

“On Saturday, we are going out!”

“That is not a question.” I knew what he was getting at, but he didn’t ask me.

Arnaldo has this habit of taking things.

Sometimes, he doesn’t ask, he just goes for it.

And I have to admit that I was kind of turned on.

“Wear something nice.” he told me as he turned away to get into his car.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked him.

“I will pick you up at nine.” he didn’t answer my question.

That is it.

I can’t back out now.

He said wear something nice, but I don’t have nice clothes, not like how I’m thinking he wants me to dress.

I was about to start panicking.

He can’t just say this to me, and then disappear.

He knows I don’t like surprises.

I have to find something nice to wear, but how nice?

What looks nice?

Where are we going?

And how dressed up should I be?

I was frustrated and upset that he didn’t tell me anymore than that.

Over the next couple of days, he did this thing where he would only give me clues about where we were going.

I hated texting him because I didn’t know if he was messing with me or not.

By Saturday afternoon, I had absolutely nothing.

I was sitting on Jennifer’s bed, quietly waiting to die because I had never been this anxious before.

TBC