𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒐

Capítulo Quince

⚠️: violence

Later that evening, Naomi came to tell me that she wanted to report the incidents to the police tomorrow morning and asked me to go with her. Obviously, I agreed.

The club tonight was slower, mostly because it was a Monday and the weekend was over. Romeo wasn't around tonight but Erica was at the back getting ready for her stage so I conversed with her instead.

"Hey, have you seen Romeo?"

"Nope. Not tonight. Did you have something to do with him?"

"No..." I mumbled as I set my bag down on the table. "But I think it's weird he's not here tonight."

That was when it dawned on me: he was probably doing business with Tiago but I didn't think Erica knew anything about that so I let it go and got myself ready.

She was on stage five minutes after I arrived then had a private show booked and even though I got along well with the other girls, I was alone for the rest of the night. I didn't mind and instead completed my work until the time came for me to leave. By that time, Romeo still wasn't around so I used the bus pass I had stuffed at the bottom of my bag.

I got home later than usual but found Layla and Naomi still awake on the couch chatting enthusiastically to each other.

"That's what I said!" Layla turned to me. "Good evening, I was about to call and ask if something had happened. Did Romeo not show up again?"

I nodded as I set my bag on the stool.

"Who's Romeo?" I could practically feel the smirk on Naomi's lips. "Are you his Juliet?"

Layla snickered.

"We're just friends."

That fucked once, yeah.

"Sure, sure..." she nodded. "I made some macaroni for dinner. I hope you didn't mind me looking through your kitchen cupboards to find ingredients."

"Of course not. I told you to make yourself at home and I'm glad you did. But, I'm not really hungry so I'm going to shower."

"Oh, OK."

I offered her a kind smile before walking into the bathroom and once the lukewarm shower water hit my body I relaxed my shoulders and the tension left my body. I wrapped a towel around myself and headed into my bedroom, sat on my bed was Naomi but she sprung up once she saw me.

"I'll leave and let you get dressed, I was just checking my phone," she mumbled. Her phone was charging on the nightstand.

I waved my hand. "It's OK. You can stay there. You've seen me naked before, right?" I opened my closet door and pulled out a new set of pyjamas along with some underwear from the drawer next to it. "Everything OK?"

"Yeah. Everything's OK. Anything exciting happen at work?"

"It was a pretty boring day today, actually."

"You dance, right? On a pole?"

"Pretty much, yeah." I slipped on my underwear and peeked at the mirror in front of me. Naomi's eyes gave my body a one over before looking away. I smirked. "Not always but majority of the time."

"Oh, right..."

I faced her as I slipped my top over myself. "You sure you're OK? I know this is a shitty situation but it looks like there's something else going on?" I sat beside her on the bed with my eyebrows knitted in worry.

She shook her head. "I'm–" her voice cracked so she cleared her throat and looked at me. "I'm fine."

I scoffed. "Bullshit, Mi. If you don't want to talk about it, I understand but just know I'm here for whatever you need." I raked a hand through my wet hair.