All Chapters of Married to a stripper: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The sun was overhead. She felt its diverging rays on her skin like million stabs, a glimpse at her wristwatch confirmed it as it read 12:01 noon.  How time flies. A loud groan from her tummy etched a frown on her face whilst her hand rubbed it gently; Anticipation getting the best of her, She woke up as early as six for a job hunt that she hadn't had time to chew on the slightest edible thing around.Her eyes darted, making sure its loudness didn't pick awareness. Her mouth released a small puff of air in relief when no one did. Gotta ingest something, she thought. But not until I'm over this. Zaphrina was Currently standing in front of a grocery store where she mentally recited a short prayer. Hoping not to have a repetition of previous stores encounter. She clung her bag a little tighter than it already was before reaching for the glass door. Fortunately, there wasn't a pop

"This should be enough to complete Lola and Lorna's tuition fee." Liza carefully deposited the flaxen envelope on her mother's bed.It was still very early in the morning when Liza had decided on letting her mum know about the money Zoe and Co had gifted her after six hours of mind battles on whether to let her know or not, fear of the lady inquiring on its Genesis.Her mum immediately made her way to the neatly arranged bed where Liza sat. The lady flipped open the object and her eyes came in contact with dollar bills. They widened at the immediate sight and began fluctuating from the envelope to her daughter."How much is in here and where is this from?" The lady poured."Four thousands." Liza said flatly, trying to wave away the latter question, but knowing her mum too well, she would insist on the question she was trying to avoid. "It's a token from friends and co workers. You know...to keep me alive while I search for a n

Zaphrina had managed to embed her body into the piece of revolting black dress which was given to her by the butler--Neville--upon her arrival at the maiden's quarters. The uniform was an unpleasant baggy cotton material owning a white rounded lacy extension around the neck as the collar, It was of a despicable length; as it oddly fled a couple of meters below her knees and to crown the gruesome collection were the uneven pleats, thankfully hidden beneath a white apron worn over her waist.The combination concealed her youthfulness as it only portrayed a look from the '80s instead. Neville had led her into her work unit which got her face awe-plastered as she tried so hard to gulp in its perfection, perhaps perfect was an understatement. The chivalrous man carefully pointed out where whatever she needed could be found, she must admit he wasn't a chip off her imagination. She had pictured a miserable, scarred face individual which was

Zaphrina sauntered into the kitchen in her new uniform looking so happy and if she was asked 'why?' she won't have had just an answer to that but rather, answers. First off, she was early to work in contrast to the previous day: thanks to Andrew who had resurrected her old BMW from the land of the dead.And secondly, she was saved from the cruel hands of the baggy uniform. Earlier that day, entering the change room of the maiden quarters with her uniform in hand, she had planned on questioning Anna--a brunette friend she made the previous day and who was far too petite for her liking--on what must have possibly prompted her to keep her uniform in her drawer until she was later on proved wrong when Anna told her she was innocent.Apparently, all uniforms seemed to have shrunk in less than twenty-four hours. Then came this piece of flashback, where Marley ordered a seamstress. Oh shit! Was she the cause of the change and why? Did she look

Zaphrina parked her car just where she was told; an underground parking lot containing sophisticated automobiles. On her way out she sighted a coal-black Nissan in an isolated corner and she immediately knew who it referred to. She rushed out of the parking lot, walked through the large automatic swinging door with the N.T logo on either side. The air inside the tremendously huge well-lit room stunk of professionalism. Everything was just like she imagined; Pretty ladies and gentlemen in costly outfits parading from one end to another, their heels chiming songs of arrogance with each step made on the immaculate white marbles. The smiles exchanged between those carried away into discussions were priceless and professional. Those seated before their computers wore the look of loyalty. Zaph suddenly found herself envious. "How may I be of assistance miss?"Her head snapped to the direction