Why Do I Love Him (Emblem3)

chapter 32

Taylor Pov

I just need to clear my head and get out of here.

Pushing my way through the drunk sweaty people on the dance floor, I finally made it into what i think was Wesley's  bedroom. I pushed the door open and found the room still in the messy state I had left it in, with my black dress and heels along with other clothes scattered along the floor.The room was lit up by the glass wall looking out onto the city. The stars already high in the sky and the building lights sparkled the city bringing it to life.

I throw off my shoes and let the pink feather scarf drop to the floor as I walked into the bathroom.Turning on the light I nearly had a heart attack just looking at my reflection. The tiara was tilted to the side falling down my messed up hair that stuck to the sides of my face from all the sweat, my mascara was a little smudged making me look like a raccoon, and my lip gloss was pretty much spread all around my mouth.

I carefully took the tiara out of my hair and placed it on the counter and shut the door. Then, I fixed my hair into a messy bun to keep it from falling all over the place as I washed my face. As the clod water splashed my face I felt at peace, like everything that just happened out on the dance floor was washing away just like my makeup down the drain. Grabbing a towel I patted my face dry, and took my bun out allowing my hair to fall around my shoulders once again. Taking a brush I slowly brushed trough all the painful knots that had formed and was then satisfied being able to turn off the bathroom light and head back into the dark bedroom. I managed to find my way through the messy room to the bed picking up the blankets and pillows I had thrown on the ground. Taking a deep breath I let my body sink into the bed and felt my eye lids become heavy as I drifted to sleep.

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I was downtown with the sun setting and the moon taking its place. Taking a turn at the thrift shop I ended up in an alleyway heading for a brown door under a street light that kept flickering. My hands began to shake as I lifted my fist to knock on the door. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a dark figure run behind me and a trash can spilled over casing a crashing sound to ring out through the alley. I swallowed hard and tried to steady my heart as I turned abound facing the trash can.

"Why hello there! Who do we have here!" A man in a brown suit, cigarette in mouth, and a gold watch stood in the door way as I turned around to face him.

"Hi... Im um..... Taylor the new girl and you must be Max." My voice was shaky and my stomach formed into knots.

"Oh are you now." And a smug smirk formed over his face as his eyes filled with lust pretty much undressing me.

"Yes I am and I was informed my first shift is in about an hour." I tried to smile at him but just the sight of his smug little face I wanted to puke.

" Right this way sweetheart." He winked and took a step to the side allowing me to come in.

Inside the club smelled of smoke and alcohol burning my nostrils. Only men sat around the tables and various poles were scattered on the multiple stages.

"Tina would you be ever so kind to show Taylor around before her shift?" A blond hair girl from behind the bar came to my side as the man in the brown suit vanished into the club.

"Hi I'm Tina. I've been working here for about two years now and that man in the suit is Max he's the boss." She gave me a smile and started leading me behind the stage in the back which seamed to be the main focal point of the whole place.

"Well it's very nice to meet you I'm Taylor."

She opened a bright red door that lead to a hallway of other doors. We walked all the way to the back room marked employs and stepped in. A row of makeup stations filled the small room, then there was a back wall just filled with costumes.