🔫Guns & Roses🌹

Chp. 2

Noah POV 

"Hey baby, you just got bought off the floor." I stare down at Rick from the stage and feel disappointed. Like can I at least finish my dance? I guess not.

Choices.

"By who?" I ask. It really doesn't matter, but I'd like to know who's interrupting my set. Rick points directly behind his back to a man, with two other guys, staring at me as if he were in a daze. I can't really make out his face, but I guess I'll have to see what he looks like in a bit. I'm going to have a 'tude about it though. Interrupting my set and shit. I'm already pissed about Austin's funky ass, and now this is happening. I swear, men like to have their audacity sack hang real low nowadays. 

"He's our highest paying client, and doesn't like to be kept waiting. Get to it." Rick pat the stage before walking off, telling me to hurry. I walk away from the pole, and hear everyone in the crowd yell in disappointment. 'Do something cute, bitch' I thought to myself. I look back at all the men telling me to come back, and blow them all a kiss. Hopefully that made them feel a little bit better.

When I got to the dressing room, all of my fellow dancers greeted me with hugs, waves, and/or cheek kisses. "You killed it, honey!" one of the dancers yelled out. They always give me the energy I need whenever I'm back here. I love them all so much. We talked a bit about random shit while I got ready for my private session. The topic of me and Austin came up when someone asked how we were doing. Not wanting to talk about it, I shrug and shook my head. I still haven't told anyone yet, because I'm not ready. I mean, it only happened like 2 hours ago, so I'm not necessarily ready to pour my heart about anything yet...

Once I have my new set on, I look in the mirror to make sure my booty was poking out right. What? I gotta look good don't I? Once I spray a few spritz of Minajesty on my body, I walk out to the hallway to see one of the bodyguards, Ryley, waiting for me. 

wolf whistle  I look up at the man, and blush a bit. Yup, I look good. "Damn, if I was a lesser man, I would've given you my whole wallet." Ryley said with a smile. I slapped him on the arm, making him giggle, and we walked away towards the room this man was in. "We got your swing installed." Well that's one good thing to happen today. But then my mood took a turn when I remembered that I was going to give Austin a special dance tonight,  which involved a swing. I let out a mutter of approval, causing Ryley to look down at me. "Well, don't get too excited." I look back at Ryley, and see that he looks concerned. 

I sigh before saying, "I'm sorry." I gave him a mini hug. "Thank you so much." I gave him the fakest smile I've ever given anyone in my life. 

I'm pretty sure that Ryley realized this, prompting him to say, "Is something wrong, Momo?" Gosh, I hate when he does this. He uses the nickname he gave me to make me vulnerable enough to talk to him. "You still haven't told me why you came in on your day off. Let alone your anniversary." I could FEEL the tear trying to fall down my cheek. Thankfully, we made it to the door of the room I was going to. I'd hate to have a breakdown in this club, chile-

"I'm not ready to talk about it." I say in a soft tone. He looked down at me in concern, but I could tell that he understood.

"I won't rush you." He grabbed my hand, and rubbed his thumb across my knuckles. "I'm always here to talk." I thanked him, and walked into the room. "Scream if you need me." 

"You know I will." I yell back as he walked away. Ryley and I came so far as friends. He actually used to get on my nerves when I first started here. He would say some stupid shit, and I would get irritated and ignore him. But ever since he protected me one night from some man following me to my dressing room, I've lighten up a bit. He's still the king of saying stupid shit though.