No Love Allowed.

Her Past.

Amina's P.O.V

It had been a long while since I'd seen Sean. By a long while I'm talking six months and crazy thing was, not once did I not think about him. I thought about us, what we could've been. I thought about the possibility of him finding someone else and I know he did too. Sean always assured me not to worry and that he'd "wait" for me as long as it took, I told him to wait until I was financially and emotionally stable, I didn't want to ever use him. My life before Rakim was a mess. But before I met Rakim, there was Sean. I made mistakes, did things I shouldn't have and I broke Sean's heart but no matter what happened he always told me he'd be there for me.

When I was seventeen I ran away from home due to my father's abusive behaviour. I became stressed and turned to my first option of income, stripping.

Of course I loathed the acted more than anything else. The old men that came in, most of them where old enough to me my own father. Some of them where married and had kids of their own but yet you'd still find them in the club throwing their hard earned money at you. It hurt me that their kids or wives were just at home completely oblivious to the fact that they were doing this, but I swallowed all of that and continued to get my money. It felt as if all the morals my mother had taught me where being ripped away from me and I was the one to blame for that. I was doing this to myself.. but I had no other option.

At the time Sean worked at my club as the bartender. You would've thought he would fall into some type of crazy habit to always be around the strippers or sleep around with them but Sean was far from that. He never paid attention to any of the females, that was until I came into the picture. The first time I ever interacted with him was this one night.. I was running low on money, the night was going slow and I needed to be strategic...

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**Flashback**

I huffed and sighed to myself as I took a hold of my money bag and put in the remaining ones on the floor. I'd made about five hundred so far but this wasn't going to make the cut, I needed to pay my rent, my college fee and my weekly groceries were just around the corner. I was also paying pills, five hundred wasn't going to do anything for me.

I squinted my eyes as I looked over at the bartender. That Sean guy. Everyone thought he was weird and the word around the club was that he hated the strippers. I didn't think he did, I mean how could you despise a group of people you'd never talked to, it was all a bunch of prejudice if you ask me.

Which was why I was strutting towards him, head held high, heels clunking on the hard tiled floor as I made my way over to him. He didn't make eye contact, just kept serving drinks like his life depended on it. I sat in the chair in front of him and ruffled my curls as I re applied my lipstick.

"I need your help." I simply stated as his eyes finally met mine. He served his last drink to the man beside me then looked at me again.

He looked confused. As if he wondered what on earth I could possibly want from a guy like him, he clearly didn't get attention often.

He stared at me for a minute then responded. "I'm listening."

"Aight, so this night is slow as hell. Too many dudes in here aren't spending enough and I need you to help me with that." Pause." So, basically, I'm gonna go on stage do a little dance or whatever.. your job is to lead me to the right guys. If he's buying all the expensive liquor then he's obviously-"

He cut me off before I could continue. "He's obviously balling'." He finished my sentence, as he nodded getting my plan.

"Right." I said as I smirked and bit my lip. "We need like, some sort of sign, so I know to come over and make my move." I said as I thought it through then randomly decided. "How 'bout this?" I brushed my thumb against my four fingers, indicating my main motive, money.

Sean chuckled as she nodded, smiling at me. He had the cutest smile and I swear I was the first to see him turn his frown upside down. He wasn't an ass-hole after all. "All noted, go on and do your thing, miss."

"The name's Amani." And with that I turned my heel.