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Five

Connor

"What took you so long?" Jc asks once I enter my house. I roll my eyes and walk to the kitchen.

"A hello would be nice. But anyways, I made a trip to the store to get your ice cream and brownies," I say and set everything on the table where Kian and Zack are coloring. Zack sees me and beams.

"Hi daddy! Look what I drawed!" He exclaims holding up his drawing. They were two stick figures labeled Zack and daddy standing next to a swing set. The drawing was as good as any three year old could make but the thought was what mattered. I smile and grab the paper from his small hands. A blush and nervous look comes across his face. "Do you like it?"

"I love it baby. It's very beautiful and deserves to be stuck on the fridge," I say and put it on the fridge with a magnet. Zack giggles cutely and happiness bubbles inside of me.

"Let's eat!" Jc shouts impatiently and starts digging into the bags. Kian hits his arm and pushes him away and soon they're fighting like kids. Zack sighs and shakes his head looking like their annoyed parent and honestly I feel the same.

"Stop!" Zack yells at them and they instantly pull away. I cover my mouth with my hand to stop from laughing. "Sit down and eat!" He orders them pointing to the chairs. They sit down and start to get food. Zack smiles proudly. I chuckle and kiss his head.

"Good boy."

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After eating we move to the living room and watch Inside Out while eating ice cream. Zack is sitting in my lap watching intently as well as Kian and Jc. I'm having trouble concentrating though. Troye's words echoing in my head.

I know they shouldn't be affecting me as much as they are but I can't help it. I think about our kiss and I refuse to believe that he didn't feel anything. I know he did. I could see it in his eyes.

"Hey, guys?" I find myself saying. Slowly they both look at me.

"What?" Kian asks. I look at my bowl of melted ice cream and play around with it with my spoon.

"Yesterday... Who did you ask for when you got me that dance?" I ask unsure of how to word what I'm saying. They smirk.

"Why? You wanna go back already?"

"Maybe," I say with a blush. Kian chuckles and pulls out his phone.

"I just called the place and asked for the best dancer, I just sent you the number," he says and I nod. I don't have my phone on me at the moment but I trust that he did give me the number. Jc chuckles.

"When are you going back?" He asks and I shrug.

"I don't know," I say because I don't. I'm not even sure if I'll go back or if it's a good idea but I'll take the bull by the horns and call later at night when the guys leave and Zack is asleep. The guy gives me a price and its high but I decide that if it's Troye, it's worth it.

And that's how I end up sitting in the same room I was two days ago the next day. My palms are sweaty and I keep looking at the door telling me to leave but I follow my gut, man up and stay.

The door opens and I'm bracing myself to see a face other than Troye's but when I see its him I let out a breath of relief. Troye sees me and clenches his jaw.

"I thought I told you to leave me alone," he says frustratedly and shakes his head making his way back to the door. I stand up and grab onto his wrist forcing him to a halt. He looks at me angrily.

"What do you want from me?" He asks.

"A dance," I say and I watch as something flashes in his eyes. "That's what I payed for right? So why don't you just do your job?" I ask sounding like a d.ick on purpose because isn't that what Troye wanted? He doesn't want to be friends so I'm not here to be friendly. Like he said he's a stripper. He doesn't have time for relationships.

"You're an a.sshole," he says, hurt crossing his face as he tries to break from my grip. I shake my head.

"You're so confusing. You told me you didn't want to be friends and now that I'm treating you like a client I'm an a.sshole?" I ask and he stops his fight against my hold and looks at me with watery eyes. I bite my lip and let go of him feeling guilty.

"You think I want to be here? Showing my body for money? You don't think I want a normal life? To have friends or just someone to talk too? But I can't. He won't let me and I can't escape. This is all I'll ever be good for and as much as I hate it, I can't leave," he says and I frown. I don't know what to say so I just hug him. He tenses but when he realizes I'm not letting go anytime soon he relaxes and begins to sob. His body shakes and I hold him tighter and tell him everything's okay and somehow we end up on the couch and he's basically in my lap.

"Why were you different?" He asks softly into my neck.

"What?"

"Everything would be less complicated if you were an actual a.sshole like everyone else," he explains and I can't help but chuckle.

"I'm sorry," I say and he shakes his head.

"Don't be," he says and we fall into a comfortable silence. It's weird to think that I just met Troye two days ago but I feel more comfortable with him than I have with anyone other than Zack and the guys.

My mind then wanders back to what he said about how he can't escape this life and that this is all he'll ever be good for and I refuse to believe that. He deserves more than this and I'm going to be the one to prove that to him.

So that's how I end up at the local strip club every weekend saving Troye from actually working and talking with him on the couch and falling for him more everyday.

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A/N: How was it? The ending was kind of unexpected and maybe it seems too soon for Connor to love him but it's Troye, do you blame him?

Also I'm planning on writing another Tronnor book but make this one texts between them? Would you read it?

Let me know as well as your thoughts on this chapter.

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