"I shake my ass because it pays the bills, you shake your ass because you want to escape; we are NOT the same." Chanel spat.
In a world where two dominating elites meet. A-list Corporate Attorney; Athena Lennox by day and stripper Addiction by nigh...
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Ridding herself of her nerves. Athena smiled, "Welcome to our home. I'm Athena and this is my husband Jace." She introduced herself and Jace.
The unknown woman smiled and shook their hands. "You guys have a beautiful home. I'm Aliya and this is my child's father Remy. I'm sorry if we're invading."
Jace shook his head and slapped hands with Remy who was quiet the whole time. He didn't have much to say and he wasn't excited to be in the presence of a couple who clearly didn't want to be together at least on Athena's end. "The more the merrier. Y'all are welcomed to sit anywhere and don't feel like strangers."
Remy sat down first as Aliya followed and sat next to him. She could tell that he was tensed. "Are you okay?" Asked Aliya as she leaned over closer for only him to hear.
Remy threw his arm behind her head on the sofa and smiled before leaning over and pecking her lips. "I'm good."
Honestly, he'd rather be home watching a movie with his family but Jerome and Mercedez had ran the idea of this game night with Aliya and she begged Remy to just get out of the house even if it was one night with her and some strangers who unbeknownst to Aliya, Athena wasn't a stranger at all to him.
He hated to admit that she looked beautiful tonight but that was the usual when it came to her. He never caught her slipping even when she woke up first thing in the morning with her hair all over the place. She always looked graceful in his eyes.
"Would you guys like anything to drink or eat? There's food and drinks right in the kitchen." Athena told everyone.
"Oops, ain't gotta tell me twice. Baby, you want anything?" Mercedez stood up and faced Jerome who was chuckling at his fiancées love for food and alcohol.
"You can fix me a plate and a glass of henny." He responded.
Aliya looked over at Remy, "You want anything?"
"Just a glass of henny. I'm not hungry."
"Okay." She stood up and pulled her dress down before following Mercedez into the kitchen. "Cedez, isn't that the stripper Addiction?" Aliya asked tapping her on the shoulder.
Mercedez quickly turned around and placed her finger on her lips. "Shh, girl. Bout to cause a problem in these people place."
Aliya put her hands up in the air, "He doesn't know she's a stripper?" She harshly whispered.
Shaking her head, Mercedez passed Aliya a plate as they went around the marble island countertop looking at the options for food. "No and she planned to keep it that way and so are we."
"Damn, that's messed up. I would want to know if my nigga was a stripper on the low."
"Yeah but it's not our business or place to inform him of her extracurricular activities."
