I walked in to Club Zero on cloud nine. The DJ was playing Young Jeezy's "R.I.P". Everybody had their hands in the air rapping along. I walked over to the V.I.P. section.
"Hello Jay". I said.
"Hello miss Vanessa". I tried to move pass the brick wall.
"Excuse me". I said.
"For you to get in here I'm gone need yo number". He said pulling out his phone.
"Boy you crazy". I said standing their with my arms crossed.
"Well you not getting in". He said folding his big arms.
"Jay let the women in". Kaylen said. He moved out my way and let me in.
"Betta have". I said walking over to Kaylen.
"Wass up baby". He said kissing my hand.
"Hello Kaylen". I said kissing his cheek. He took my hand.
"How you been?" He asked.
"Just fine". I said.
"Hows my godson?" He asked.
"He's good.Thanks for asking. I said sitting on the couch. Kathy came over with two other girls. One had on a Gucci dress and the other a cheap blue dress. Basic hoes.
"Hey babes". Kathy said kissing my cheek.
"Hey". I said looking at the girls.
"This is Tammy- she pointed to the one in the cheap dress- and this is Da'Na- she pointed to the one in the Gucci dress". She said.
"Hey, I'm Vanessa". I said.
Tammy rolled her eyes. Da'Na stuck her hand out for me to shake it.
"Nice to meet you other than my sister". She said. I shook her hand.
"Likewise". I said. Tammy looked familiar. I looked at her one last time.
"Bitch what you looking at". She said. I know she not talking to Nessa like that.
"Who the hell you talking to?" I said taking my earring's out.
"Bitch you the hoe that had the baby bye my man Jay, ain't you?" She pointed her finger in my face.
"I know you betta get you finger out my fucking face though". I said burning a hole in her.
"And if I don't?" She said. I slipped out of my shoes and pulled her cheap ass weave. I got her to the ground and started to punch her repeatedly in her face. I felt arms wrap around my waist. I stomped Tammy in her face once I was off her. I pushed my hair back out my face and spit in her face.
"BITCH DON'T EVER TALK TO A BOSS LIKE THAT!" I shouted.
I felt someone's mouth on my ear.
"Ma' chill". The smooth voice said. The person carried me and my belongings to my car.
"Let. Me. Go.". I said hitting the person in the back. The person put me down. Now we were face-to-face. I fixed my turned dress.
"I'm guessing you Vanessa". He asked. The man had long dreads,a beautiful smile, dimples, he was brown skin, and had a nice build.
"Who wants to know?" I asked.
"I'm Triston". He said.
"Well nice to know". I opened the door to my truck. I got in. He leaned against the door.
"What job you do to afford this truck?" He asked. I started up my car.
"A boss job. Now move". He moved and I pulled off and left him standing there in the dark.
**** The Next Morning..
"BEEP BEEP BEEP!" My alarm went of. I woke in my dress. I guess I had a long night. I sat up on the bed and looked at my phone. I had 3 text messages. From... Triston.. I went through my messages.
Triston : Did you get home safe? (last night text message)
Triston: Goodmorning Beautiful <3
Triston: Come by Kaylen and Kathy's house I need to see you ma' I'l be there around 3.
I didn't even know this dude how did he want to see me? I thought. I got up and walked over to my closet. I had to pick Jeremiah up to see his Godparnets. I picked out some cargo shorts, wife beater, Louis Vuitton belt, and some fresh Jordan's. I got in the shower. 20 minutes later I was out. I got dress. I flat ironed my hair down with a part in the middle and put on my Ray Band sunglasses on. I grabbed my purse ad keys and walked out the side door to the garage where my truck was parked. I got in my car and opened the garage door and drove out. My phone rang.
"Hello Kathy". I said.
"Where the hell you at girl?" She asked.
"I'm on my way to pick Jeremiah up". I said.
"Girl Triston over her". She said.
"I know now bye". I hung up and turned my radio up. Trey Songz "Sex Ain't Better Than Love" was playing. I sang along while pulling up to my grandma's house. I hummed the song while stepping on her porch. I knocked on the door. It took er a while but she finally came.
"Hey suga". She kissed me on the cheek. My grandmother was short(4'11), light skin, and had long hair.
"Where's Jeremiah?" I asked looking around the house.
"Sleeping, now sit down and talk about this job you got". She said. She was my mothers mother. She was a sweet lady. I sat.
"Let me get this right, you have a three year old, single, and work at a strip club". She asked.
I nodded me head.
"Are you in school?" She asked.
"No I dropped out last week it was to much stress". I said. My grandmother got up and got a very sleepy looking Jeremiah out the bed.
"Here take yo child and that bullshit out my house now". She said just as calm.
"Fine". I walked out the house and got into my truck and drove to Kalyens and Kathy's house in Blue Hills. I pulled up and the butler took my car and I took a sleepy Jeremiah in the huge house.
"Kathy!" I yelled. She came out the kitchen.
"What's up with Jeremiah?" She asked.
"He sleepy". I said. Jeremiah was rubbing his eyes.
"Here I take him to his room go into the kitchen with the guys". She said and took Jeremiah upstairs. I walked in the kitchen. Kaylen and Triston was talking.
"Hey Nessa". Kaylen walked over to me.
"Hello Kaylen". I said. I looked over at Triston.
"Hello Triston". I said. He walked over to me. He grabbed my hand and kissed it.
"Hello baby". He said and let my hand go. Kaylen walked out the kitchen snickering.
"So you do the same work Kaylen does". I asked.
"Yes ma'am". He said. He took a sip of his drink.
"What do you do for a living?" He asked.
"I'm a stripper". I said. He sat his glass down and his smile had turned in to a frown.
"Why?" He said with disgust in his voice.
"Because that is the way I stay fresh and provide things for my son". I said.
"You have a son?" He asked. He got a little closer. I sat down in the chair and he sat next to me.
"Yes he's here. His name is Jeremiah and he is three". I sat digging through my purse. He stopped my hand.
"I just want to talk to you not get you pregnant". He said with lust in his eyes. I pushed my purse back and turned and faced him.
"Talk". I said.
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Vanessa Dylans Life
Ficción GeneralJeremiah is Vanessa's life. She's been raising him ever since he has been born. She's 21, a Stripper, Single, and a mother. Being a mother is her first priority. But, when she meets Triston she is head over heels. Then, Jay, Jeremiah's father comes...
