Myra
Since the engagement, things have been turning for the better. I guess you can say, clients are rolling in and so is money, I'm talking 10's of millions of dollars. Its crazy. Then Patrick found out. How wonderful that was, so tonight he invited Trevor and I to his house for dinner. Of course I accepted, only if we can have our body guards in attendance. Patrick accepted, and he also said he wanted me to meet his girlfriend.
I said sure why not, let me see what the chick is about. Don't get me wrong now, I don't care about the girl, nor about Patrick, I just need to know what the hell he's been up to.
Recently he lost all his clients, his warehouse was ransacked by Narcotics and FBI cleaned out his warehouse that contained all his unlicensed weapons. Yet, he's still walking around, he's still laughing and smiling and I want to know why. I need to know why. I have to know why.
"Maybe he cut a deal." Trevor says.
"Yeah but in order to do that he would have to do, or give information up." I say putting clear coat on my pinky nail.
"Well maybe they just giving him time to say goodbye to you." He says.
I chuckle lightly. "I doubt that. He doesn't give two shits about me." I say clearing my throat.
"Well maybe they put him in a government testing where they did some type of experiment, and now they can control him." Trevor says with more confidence then a conceited egotistical teenager.
"Trevor.. Baby, see now is when you go from my man, to my manchild." I say laughing.
"Oh really, let's see how this manchild plays you when you want the D." He says smirking.
I tilt my head sideways and smirk. "Play with me if you want to Trevor. Don't deny me what's mine because if it was the other way around you would have a damn attitude and heart attack." I say finishing up the last of my nails.
I grab a spray that helps my nails dry faster and spray my nails. I blow on them then get up and fix Trevor's collar. I kiss him then turn around.
"Zip up my dress for me baby." I say.
He slowly zips it up while caressing my body. I bite my lip lightly then move away from him. I fix my hair then put my lip gloss on.
"You look so damn beautiful baby." He says walking up behind me.
I smile then grab my phone and take a picture of us in the mirror. I make sure my ring is showing, then I caption it Mr & Mrs heading out. I post it to Instagram and Facebook. I turn and look at him.
"And you, my husband, look truly dashing, I might just ask you to wear a suit more often." I say grinning.
"Only on our wedding day." He says pecking my lips.
"Ok fine, wedding day it is." I agree with him. "Come on, we have to get going. Let's just hurry up and get this night over." I say grabbing my purse.
"You don't wanna meet the precious Mrs. Parker?" He asks me.
"No don't really care for her neither him." I say shrugging.
"So cold hearted." He says smirkingly playful.
"Shut up, let's just go. I have to get back here and plan for your birthday remember." I say.
"I was hoping you forgot about that." He says dropping his head with utter embarrassment.
"Nope, not at all. Besides I got a little birthday gift I wanna give you." I say. "Remember, there was a time I used to be a stripper. I hope you haven't forgotten." I add as I walk away and out the door.
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Business & Love
Teen FictionWhen it comes to Stripping, Myra finds it easy. But things will change as her New Boss steps in and she enters his way of life. She'll come to realize that falling in love with Trevor and forgetting her childhood crush may have been the best thing e...