04~ Delilah, Say Hello to Mr Kimber

I didn’t mean everything I said last night. Maybe I was a bit over the top, but surprisingly, it worked in my favor. Mom, out of nowhere, decided that we should spend the weekend together, shopping, sightseeing, and just generally hanging out. I couldn’t even remember the last time we did that—maybe years ago.

Excited by the idea of a rare mother-daughter day, I jumped into the shower. In record time, I was dressed in my ripped blue jeans and a white crop top that left just enough of my abdomen bare. Rushing out of my room, I met Mom in the living room, where she was waiting.

“You look great,” she said with a smile.

I grinned and blushed slightly. “Thanks.”

We were just about to leave when Mom’s phone rang. The change in her expression immediately caught my attention. She glanced at me and hesitated before answering. Curious, I stayed quiet but strained my ears to hear.

“Hello, Mr. Kimber?” she said, her voice shifting into something more formal.

My heart sank at that name. Kimber. I knew something was up.

“No, not too busy,” Mom continued. “We’re just about to head out. You want to meet? Sure, 15th Avenue? We’ll see you there.”

She hung up and turned to me, but I didn’t even have to ask. “What did he say?” I tried to sound casual.

“He needs to talk about something important, but don’t worry, it won’t take long. We’ll meet him first, and then we can still enjoy the rest of the day,” she said, giving me a reassuring wink.

I forced a smile but couldn’t shake the sinking feeling in my chest.

We drove to 15th Avenue, the shopping mall coming into view as Mom parked the car. Despite my plan to stay behind and wait for her, Mom insisted I come along. I didn’t argue, just followed her across the street where we waited. After a few minutes, a sleek black Lexus RX pulled up, and there he was.

Mom’s phone buzzed again, and after a short exchange, she pointed out the car to me. My stomach flipped. Mr. Kimber stepped out, looking just as polished as last night, but there was something different—more serious. He had been all smiles before, but today, it seemed like business.

While they talked, I tried to distract myself with my phone, but I couldn’t help glancing at him every few seconds. His presence was magnetic, and every time I stole a glance, I could feel his eyes on me too. It made me uneasy.

After what felt like an eternity, Mom waved me over, her voice breaking into my thoughts. “Delilah, come say hello to Mr. Kimber.”

I swallowed my nerves and put on a polite smile. “Hello, Mr. Kimber,” I said, keeping my tone as even as possible.

He studied me, his eyes narrowing slightly, like he was trying to place where he’d seen me before. “Have we met before?” he asked, his voice calm but probing.

I didn’t hesitate. “No, I don’t think so,” I replied confidently. “Nice to meet you.”

Mom glanced at me, but my response seemed to put her at ease. I excused myself quickly, crossing the road back to the mall. Even as I walked away, I could still feel his gaze following me, burning into my back. I let out a shaky breath, glad to be out of the conversation. But the whole thing felt off. Why did it seem like he was so interested in me?

Time passed slowly as I wandered the mall, waiting for Mom to finish her conversation. When she finally caught up with me, her expression was unreadable. I could tell something was on her mind, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what.

“So…” she started, her voice suspiciously casual. “Have you met Mr. Kimber before?”

I blinked. Why would she ask me that? “No, why would I?” I said quickly, hoping to shut down the conversation.

“I don’t know… He just seemed so focused on you,” she said, her smile teasing, but her eyes serious.

“I already told you, I’ve never met him,” I said, trying to brush it off. “Let’s not make a big deal out of it.” I wasn’t about to let her—or him—figure out my secret. If he recognized me, everything I had worked for would crumble.

Mom didn’t push further, but I could tell she wasn’t fully convinced. The conversation shifted back to shopping, and we spent the rest of the day trying on clothes, taking silly photos, and generally enjoying ourselves. It was fun, but the encounter with Mr. Kimber still haven't left my mind.

By the time we headed home, it was already evening. I checked the time—thirty minutes until I had to be at the club. Mrs. Mills would not be happy if I was late again. I quickly faked a phone call, pretending my boss was on the line, furious about something urgent.

Mom glanced at me, concerned. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just work stuff,” I said, my voice hurried. “I have to head out now.” Mom, of course, bought it.

“Be careful,” she called after me as I rushed out the door.

“I will!”

When I got to the club, I changed into my usual outfit, adding a touch of expensive makeup and, of course, my mask to hide my identity. As I stepped on stage, my eyes scanned the crowd, landing on the same spot he’d been the night before. There he was—Mr. Kimber, watching me, just like last time.

My heart skipped a beat. There was something about the way he stared, not like the others who were here for the show, but like he was truly focused on me. It was unnerving, yet strangely exciting.

I danced with more intensity, my hips swaying to the rhythm as I moved, but all my attention was on him. Every step, every movement was for him alone. His gaze never left me, and I felt the fire build inside, the same warmth that had crept over me last night.

Without thinking, I stepped down from the stage, my feet carrying me toward him. Every eye in the room was on me, but I didn’t care. It was him. Only him.

I reached him, sliding onto his lap, one leg crossing over his as I leaned in close. His breath hitched slightly, but his expression remained controlled, that devilish smirk still on his face.

His eyes darkened, and I leaned in, whispering in his ear, “Don’t you want to make out with me tonight?”

He smirked, his lips curving up in that way that drove me crazy. I stood, taking his hand and pulling him with me to one of the private rooms. The door clicked shut behind us, and I turned to face him, my heart pounding in my chest.

Before he could say a word, I pressed my lips to his, kissing him hard, almost desperate. To my surprise, he kissed me back with just as much hunger, his hands gripping my waist as he kissed me back. It was intense, raw, and for a moment, I almost forgot why I had brought him here. But I pulled back, catching my breath.

“Why have you been staring at me?” I demanded, my tone more serious now.

He leaned back, his eyes scanning me from head to toe, as if he was assessing me again. “People say you’re the best dancer here,” he said, his voice calm, almost too calm.

I folded my arms across my chest, not buying it. “Am I supposed to believe that?”

He chuckled, leaning back against the wall. “You don’t have to. But I’ll admit, you’re interesting.”

“Interesting enough to stare at all night?” I shot back.

He smiled again, but this time it was softer, almost genuine. “Maybe I just wanted to see you again.”

I didn’t know what to say. There was something about him that unsettled me, and I couldn’t figure out if it was good or bad. I had brought him here expecting answers, but he was giving me something far more dangerous—attention.