Best way to describe the story, it's a classic love story from my collection, not intense, less violent, but more emotional and....subtle. The interesting story of Hennessy; her stage name as an exotic dancer. Henrietta, a 24 year old young lady tha...
"I damn hope this is the last of everything!" Terrance says tiredly plopping down the large box on top of another. Giving him a soft smile, "it is", handing him the glass of orange juice, "thank you so much, I really don't think I would have been able to do all this" I say honestly. "Don't worry about it, you know I got you" he smiles, awkwardly giving him a soft smile. "Look, I gotta get going, call me if you need anything and again, congratulations on your new place" he says making me smile. Making his way out, shutting the door. An uncontrollable smile makes it's way to my face as I scan my new home. I, Henrietta Jones finally got a place I can call home. The kitchen space much wider, giving me a view of my lounge. My grey couches matching well with the subtle theme of the place, a darker wooden floor, having three bedrooms; its a place that's definitely larger than the first; and I finally have my own bathroom. I couldn't be prouder of myself.
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It definitely isn't much, but a huge difference from where I come from. It has been 2 months since I started working at Paradisus. I have been officially granted a permanent position. I'm making more money than I ever did in my entire life, and the first thing I did is look for a new place, a safer place. I couldn't be more proud. The tips alone are able to pay the rent two months in advance as well as making the down payment. Looking out the window, an uncontrollable smiles makes it's way to my face. I am able to finally give my son a safe home, and buy him some of the books he likes without worrying about where my next meal will come from, and lastly without overworking myself. The environment definitely is different from what I'm use to, but in a good sense. This feels like a new leaf in my life, and I pray it stays this way.
~Ricardo "But come on, she's not bothering you, she moved away, move on b-" "I don't remember asking for your advice" he says coldly staring into the man's eyes. Chewing the gum, "I- I-" "if you have nothing better to say, I suggest you keep your thoughts to yourself" he spits coldly, "and besides, I'm not letting my only son to be raised by a whore" he spits......
~Later at night
~Damien Taking a sip of the cognac , "I'm starting to think you enjoy seeing naked women before going home, what's up with you" Darnell says making the guys chuckle at his words, "I definitely don't come here for the women, but for the drinks and that it's closer to home" Damiem shrugs, "well we wouldn't be shocked, when was the last time you saw Aria" Chris says, "this morning, during face time" he rolls his eyes. "Damn" Darnell breaths, "you practically celibate in your own marriage" he says making him gulp down his liquor. " I can shamelessly say I come to see her" Darnell bites his bottom lip making the guys look his direction, Hennessy, her body hooked to the pole. Her face seductive. "You still haven't smashed" Bryson raises his brow, "I have literally smashed every one of them girls, but her. God Damn she's hard to talk to, she refuses to succumb to the charm" he says making the men chuckle, "or maybe you just ain't it for her" Damien shrugs, "that makes me wanna chase her even more" he breaths making them chuckle, "I mean, she refused dinner with me, as cocky as this shit may sound, but the last time a lady refused dinner with me was high school". Damien's eyes uncontrollably watching her, unable to focus on those around him. His eyes moving to her lips, her beauty mark, her face drawing his attention. Gulping down the whiskey, guilt hovering over him.
~Hennessy Tiredly getting dressed in a pair of grey sweats. Not bothering to take off the lingerie. Changing into some trainers. Letting out a yawn, feeling the discomfort at the bottom of my feet as I set it on the floor, I've been on them all day; moving the boxes, setting up my apartment as well as taking care of my grandmother since Nicole said she would start tomorrow. Grabbing my backpack, tiredly making my way out. I always use the back door because it faces the direction that heads home. I could have bought a car, but it actually became the least of things I thought about. A safe home is what's more important right now. "Sup mama", a voice I recognize stops me in my tracks, my heart dropping at the familiar deep voice. Appearing before me, the wide brown eyes I remember well staring into mine. The cunning smile apparent as my eyes glistened with tears, my heart rate increasing by the second.....
