Beautiful temptation |18+

SIXTEEN

SABRINA

I took a sip of my wine, staring at the woman swinging her tittes at the crowd of roudy men as they cheered, throwing money on the floor.

She bobbed; her blue-dyed hair bounced in the air as she threw her head back, her ass wigging. 

“This is fun, right?” Jason whispered in my ear, and it was hard to hear him over the blaring music. 

Our definition of fun differs greatly, but I just nodded my head, taking another sip. 

After all, Jason is the biggest slut that I know. 

When we met while interviewing for a position, he hit on me. I shut it down quickly, but getting to know him outside of the fact that he wants to bury himself in my pants, he is a nice guy and a great entertainer. 

And God knows, I need all the distraction I can get. 

These past two weeks have been difficult to process. From the horrible dinner plan that blew up in my face to the extensive job search that hasn't gone anywhere, it feels like so many things are pushing me down at once, consuming me. 

I needed to breathe. 

I know that I won't find a lot of air in a strip club, but when Jason invited me out, I couldn't refuse to get out of my house. 

It had too many memories of him. 

I haven't seen a single dark rose since the dinner, so I know that he is not coming to my house anymore, nor did I hear a word from him. 

This is exactly what I wanted, but yet it feels so weird to not see a rose or a note.

Or him. 

I took another sip of my drink. 

No matter, he's the cause of all my pain right now. He's the mastermind of everything that has been going on in my life for the past three years. 

He pulled everyone on a string, and we played along, not knowing that there was even a play. 

He creeped into every single aspect of my life—my work, my relationship, my friends. 

He's there, one way or the other. 

I'm so sick of losing control of my own life. 

It's mine; it's fucking mine.

I should be able to debate what goes on in my life, and he's ruining that for me.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, but I didn't bother bringing it out, fully aware of who it was. 

Mike hasn't stopped calling me since the dinner. I've blocked him everywhere, but yet he still finds a way to get to me, and it's fucking annoying. 

Like a parasite that you can't get off. 

I regret the day I met the Ciro men. 

A girl walked up to us and placed her hand on Jason's chest, running it down.

“Wanna private dance pretty?” She slurred, blinking her glittering eyes at him. Jason pirked up, nodding his head eagerly at her. She smiled, grabbing the neckline of his chest and pulling him up. 

He turned to me, half distracted, "I've got to-"

"Yep.” I waved him off, and in a blink of an eye, they were gone.

I scoffed, turning back to the stage. The woman was gone, and a blond woman replaced her, a flirtatious smile on her face as she grabbed the poll, pressing her back to it. The crowd cheered as she slid down on it, money flying in the air.