The Billionaire's Stripper Dirty Secret

Sabrina POV

I didn't want to cry on the cafe counter, but the eviction notice sat heavy in my Apron's pocket. Two days that's all the time I had left before my landlord threw me into the street like yesterday's trash. There was Smith's voice in my head, reminding me of tonight, the stiletto heels I borrowed from Ana waiting in my locker, the mask that hid my shame under purple lights.

Ana plopped onto the stool across from and grabbed the washcloth from my hand. "Alright, spill. What's up?"

"Nothing" I forced a smile and snatched the wash cloth back.

"You've been sighing like the whole world is ending. Did something happen? Tell me!" Her loud voice turned heads in the cafe.

"Keep it down." I quickly covered her mouth with my damp hands.

"Do you want Sam to scold us?"

Sam is the owner of the cafe and no small mistakes ever escaped him.

She rolled her eyes and yanked my hands off her. "Yuck!"

"That's what you get for scaring customers." I teased and resumed wiping the counter.

"You don't tell me anything anymore." Her voice, barely a whisper. The pain in her voice made me halt my chores.

I sighed, feeling torn. I wanted to tell her everything but If she knew the truth that I was two days away from being homeless, she would inconvenience herself for my sake. I couldn't let that happen.

Ana leaned closer, conspiratorial. "Fine, don't talk. But guess what?"

I arched my brow. "What?"

She smirked, "Table eight is here."

I froze, eyes wide as I breathe through an electric jolt down my spine.

Table eight.

Adrian.

I hated how my stomach flipped, hated how my eyes searched for him before I gave myself permission to look.

He sat exactly at his usual seat, corner booth, phone in hand. Clad in a charcoal suit jacket that hugged his broad shoulders like it was tailored by God Himself. A gold watch gleamed on his wrist, that probably cost more than my scholarship and rent combined.

"Chris didn't tell me his brother was coming." Ana mumbled, still smirking.

I tried not to stare, but failed miserably. Adrian never came alone. He was always with Chris, Ana's boyfriend. I'd memorized his schedule like scripture. Always here on the third Saturday of the month. Not the second. Never the second.

"I wonder why he's here." My voice cracked.

Ana elbowed me "He loves your coffee."

My heart skipped a beat, I cleared my throat "That's not true. How can he?"

Ana scoffed. "Please. He once rejected mine and demanded yours."

I shrugged, "That doesn't mean anything. He doesn't even know I exist."

She scoffed, "But he sure knows your coffee?"

She suddenly grabbed my arm, shaking me with excitement. "Get over there and serve him."

"What!"

"You heard me. This is your chance. Opportunity's knocking, babe."

"My chance." I whispered heart thudding. I only needed him to look at me once. Just once. Long