"What do you say, bellissima?"
"Stop calling me that, Arius."
"Over my dead body, wife."
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Lucian West was in desperate need of a job to pay for her mother's loan. When she finally gets the job, her boss offers h...
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"She said yes." These are the first words I tell Rowan as he gives me his bro hug. "I am surprised she said yes considering how big of an ass you are." He says, chuckling.
What is so funny? "Shut up, I am not an ass to her." I clarify. "To her?" Rowan asks pointedly.
"One day or two, I am gonna murder you," I warn him. "Yeah, sure-Mister, not an ass." Rowan hums to himself, pulling out of the hug.
I don't know why I am friends with him.
"So, how did you convince her?" he asks as we continue, walking our way to the club.
Rowan has once again successfully lured me into taking him to the club. He hates being alone even though he is never going to admit it.
"Not this again," I mutter to myself loud enough for him to hear. "Come on fucker, tell me the whole tea." He says stepping on my left shoe.
"Ew, what the fuck Ro?" he ruined my left shoe by stepping his dirty shoes over it. "Tell me, fucker."
"Bitch." I sigh playfully. "Let's just say, I gave her an offer she couldn't resist."
"You offered to fuck her, didn't you?" He asks excitedly. This fucker. "The fuck? No, I did not."
"Oh? What is it then?" He asks as we reach the club. "Simple. I offered her 10 million dollars." I shrug.
"Bro? What?" Rowan's side-eyes me.
"ID, please." The bouncer, Ferit asks Ro to which he just lightly slaps my shoulder.
"You don't remember me, Ferit?" He says cheekily.
"Me remembering you won't stop me from asking for your ID, Rowan." Ferit states warily.
"He is with me," I announce, and he nods.
"Damn, do I not look old enough to enter these stripper clubs?" Ro asks.
"You act like a kid," I state. "Bitch."
The club is busy considering it is a Saturday night, the aroma of sweaty bodies grinding together hits me as we move toward the VIP section.
"Ro?" I turn around to see he has left my side, he is probably gone searching for his prey. Good for him, there are plenty of willing ladies in the club.
I sit on an empty stool and order my drink. Observing people from afar. It is my favorite thing to do, I love watching how they react as the DJ changes the beat, and how they dance. It helps me get the feedback.
I usually come here on the Weekends.
"Well, hello boss," someone hugs me from behind, hands on my torso, and I freeze. Huh? Is this Lucian's voice?
