I must warn you: There is a lot of profanity in this chapter and will be in future ones. If you don't like it then I will be gladly to rewrite the chapter for those of you who don't like it, but I will keep this story group and continue writing in explicit language. That's just me. ;*}
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I get home and do 40 crunches to relieve the anger. This has always worked since I was ten when my dad divorced my mom. I always felt better afterwards. My grandma comes into my room.
"I was wondering where those grunts of frustrastion was coming from. I thought there was a bu'glar taking your things. Suga. I thought you were at work."
"I quit grandma,"I said with my face flustered. She had a look of hope in her eyes.
"My current gig."
"Oh."
"Hey, since I won't be having another customer in five months I'm going out tonight. Wanna come?"
Even though my grandma is old, she's not THAT old to go to clubs and have a good time.
"Does a sinner sweat in church?"
I smirked at my grandma's remark thinking about all the clubin' we are going to do.
We have been in the besst club in New York for 4 hours already. We didn't have to wait in line since I looked my hottest and best and my grandma looked like she was in her early 40's with greay hair. Though I was dancing all night having a good time I wasn't living enough yet!!! My grandma and I were dancing our assesoff. Tecktonik dance-offs and grinding on the dancefloor with other men. I. Have lived. LIFE.
Just in the middle of my grinding with one of the men I was dancing with I saw him. He was talking to his friends laughing and pulling out money. A few of the men went to go and flirt on with other women and charming them on. I left the guys I was dancing with telling them I had a thing to do. I saw the people doing tecktonik dance-offs still and I walk up. I was wearing my neon red skinny jeans and black V-Neck long sleeve shirt showing little of my goodies. I dance the hour away to the music and finally met my match. He was good at it. Doing all the right moves to win but was nothing against me. I guess my anger on him still was going through my dancing. I finally won the whole entire dance-off. I looked at Gregori sweat dripping down his face.
"You were great out there!" he said yelling over the loud music.
"Yeah. So were you! How old are you to be doing this?" I askd him. He's not my boss anymore so I have all freedom to ask.
He laughs at the question I gave him.
"I'm 37!"
He doesn't look that old. As I remember he looked 27 or 29.
"You want to dance?!" he asked me.
Should I?
"I promise you that if you dance with me, tomorrow you can dress whatever way you want if you want to be my maid again! There will be nothing to disatisfy you while you are working for me! Your choice!"
I know this is stupid of me but my next gig is in five months in Paris. I need to pay bills and I can't get another job since I never had one before except being a maid.
"I need to get a drink first if that's alright with you!"
"Finne," Gregori said. I couldn't him but I could read his lips.
I walk over to the bar and drink a glass of some strong liquor the bartender told me was on the house. It was really strong but it was making me losser and happy. I never drank before so this was very new to me. Before I knew it I had five glasses of the alchohol. I turn my head and see Gregori.
