Sub Rosa Ties ( A High School Dark Romance)

Zera

"What's happening tonight?" As I was getting dressed for the evening, I heard someone speaking from behind me. I turned to see Lizzy sitting on the couch fiddling with her heels.

She gave me a quick look.

"Why are you so cheerful tonight? Already have a boyfriend?"

I chuckled. "Is it a problem?" I grabbed my heels and began to put them on.

"What are we discussing here? The fact that you have a supposed boyfriend or the fact that the usually somber 'witch' who rarely smiles and is always moody is currently grinning from ear to ear for no apparent reason?" She stood up, making her way to me. "Tell me, what's the occasion?"

"Lizzy, it's not a special occasion. I'm just happy," I said in a whisper, bringing to mind how happy Junior and I had been out earlier in the evening.

I hadn't spent much time with him because I was so busy, but tonight I realized how much I missed my little brother and our silly jokes from our younger days.

Lizzy pursed her lips and shook her head softly. "Something definitely happened. Maybe with a man. Did you get fucked? Like the kind that leaves you breathless and choking on..."

I quickly stood up and pushed her away gently. "What on earth are you saying?" I hissed, and she burst into laughter.

We bantered a little before making our way to the pole to perform. Tonight was actually the first night we talked so much in my two and a half years of working here.

The night went quite smoothly-well, it was going smoothly until he called me to his office.

Dragon.

My right palm struck his desk with such force that everything on it trembled violently beneath my fingertips. A jumble of dollars flew in all directions, with some falling to the ground. I threw it.

"I thought we spoke about this the last time, Dragon. I won't be doing any private dances for you anymore. Last time was a big mistake that I keep regretting, and it has cost me so much, including my privacy." My chest heaved as I spoke, and memories of Gerard eating me out rushed to me.

The meeting with Gerard and my relationship with him wouldn't have happened if I hadn't taken on the private gig, though I didn't really regret it.

He had solely called to let me know that there was a client in the private room waiting for me to dance. "I don't want your silly money, and I'm done with whatever private gig you have for me."

Dragon took up the money I'd tossed, sweeping his gaze over it before meeting mine.

I traced the length of the scar down his face. "Witch, this is something that girls in this club will kill for. Why do you always mess up? I swear, this will be the last time, and..." he trailed off, clearing his throat. I sprung out of my crouched stance when the scent of tobacco floated across my nostrils.

He reached for it in an instant, took a few puffs, and set it down.

"All I'm saying is that this will be the last time, I swear," he gave a short laugh. "You go in there, show him all you've got like the last time, I pay you, and we are good to go. See..." He grabbed another stack of money on his desk. "He already made payment."

"I don't give a crap about it, Dragon. You can always give his money back to him. "We're done with this conversation," I turned and started walking away, but his next words stopped me.

His deep, smokey voice said from behind me, "What exactly are you scared of, Zera?" Even though he knew my name, he had never called me by it before.

Soon, I could smell his woodsmoke scent as I heard movement behind me. His voice whispered in my right ear, "Are you afraid of getting fucked?" before he turned to face me.