Nightly Behaviors

Chapter 7

The look Chresanto gives me makes me regret asking the question. In that moment I knew I over stepped. I'm my defenses though, at the club when I would give privates, it would pay to be bold. If a man came in stressed and wanted to have my ass bounce in his face, I needed to know how to press the conversation. Believe it or not, men love good conversationalists, especially the rich ones.

He looks to me with a raised eyebrow and huffs. "None of your business." Getting up from his position on the bed he rubs on the back of his neck and sighs. There is a long pause then awkward silence that follows. I turn my attention to window and look down at all the people below. They were such a small part of a big world.

"Check this out."

Suddenly the thin curtains that covered much of view, began to rise exposing the full moon. I turn around to lay on my back and look up at it. I try to hide my amazement but can't help but widen my eyes. "I dream of being able to see the stars. The city makes them almost impossible to notice."

He scoots back into bed and grabs one of the two pillows from underneath my head. I roll my eyes at him as he folds it and rests his chin on it. He's kind of cute, definitely a dick but still very cute. I turn back on my side to look at him. What was his story?

He catches my eye and awkwardly looks away, "This view isn't half as good as the view I have in my bedroom though."

I turn back around to face it

"Lucky I don't give a damn about your bedroom view."

"Good because its no strippers allowed."

I roll my eyes at his evidently childish remark and take that one, its obvious that this is just his personality and getting defensive wont stop him from saying asshole things like that, but seriously what the fuck is up with him and strippers? Before I can inquiry his point at issue with us and why I'm in his bed right now if he has such a problem with strippers he surprises me with an answer to my previous question.

"Vannessa was my ex fiancé."

I turn to him with widened eyes. I cant tell if im more surprised at the fact that he told me or more so with the fact that he was engaged. Dont get me wrong he's a good looking guy, but he's sooo.. I don't know. I just I didnt think it was possible from him to even be in love, or engaged for that matter. He continues staring out the window forcing himself to not make eye contact with me. "We broke up last week." He continues.

"Why?" I blurt again letting my curiosity get the best of me.. And now I must endure the wrath of Chresanto.

"Why you so damn nosey?"

Saw it coming.

"Why are you such an ass fuck?" I shoot back just as harshly. He puts his fist over his mouth and fights the urge to laugh, I can tell its because of my use of words. I had already called him either dick or asshole over five times tonight.

"Ass fu--"

"Shut up." I quickly cut him off.

He rolls his eyes and turns his attention back down to busy city below.

"I caught her with my brothers best friend a few months back."

"Why are you just now breaking up then?"

Chres shot me another glare causing me to roll my eyes. "Good lord just answer the damn question." My sass doesn't seem to work on him this time because he rolled out of the bed and chuckled while walking toward the door.

He stopped before leaving and turned to me. "Love."

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The next morning the sun is pouring through the huge glass windows causing me to squint to the point where my eyes are nearly shut. I roll off to the side of the bed and sat up thinking deeply and pondering my memories.

Last night was real and not a dream.

I had mixed emotions when I though of the contents of last night.

I pull my T shirt over my bare body and can't help but to be drawn to the soft reggae beat coming from the kitchen. I make my way to the frame of my door and stop to watch Chres bop to Bob Marley.

I rest my head on the wall and giggle to myself as he continues to fry up what smells like...bacon. After a while of observing I walk towards him and sit at one of the high stools around the small islands in the center of his huge kitchen.

When he turns around he jumps at my sudden appearance. "Damn, scared me."

"Awh what? Big bad Chresanto cant handle the little stripper girl."

He huffs in a more serious and unpleasant way that I intended. "Oh no I can handle little stripper girls it's just when they wake up and look like that," he waves a greasy spatuala in my face. "Is when im frightened."

I scowled at him and reached for the spatula only to have it swiped back then wipped in my face, lightly hitting my forehead. I roll my eyes and wipe the grease off of my face and onto my T-shirt.

"When will you be taking me back?"

He chuckles and presses a button on the small stove radio playing next to him turning the song on through out the house. This is some strip club surround sound type shit. "Im sorry I cant hear you? What was that?"

I dont even get a chance to repeat myself before he starts shouting out more lyrics. "Is this love, is this love, is this love, is this love that I'm feeling?" He sings. He shares out bacon and eggs onto a small plate and started walking away from me and to the large doors that open to his bedroom.

"Chresanto! How am I suppose to get back to the club?" I repeat, shouting.

"The bus."

He disappears behind the doors leaving me in the kitchen slightly confused. The bus? Really.

"Oh ahyi ahyi ahyi ahyi ahyi wanna know now." Bob sings in the back ground slightly irritatingly. This music has to go. I hop out of my tall chair and shut the radio off. I loved Bob but at the moment his constant chorus chanting "Is this love" simply pissed me off. A red light lite up on the side of the small contraption. "Four digit code?" I questioned outloud.

Who the hell has a password on their radio?

I leave the music playing, not by choice, and when I get back into the guest room I immediately pack my small bag and leave.

I do what becomes some what of a routine for the past few days when I get to the club. First report to Steve's to get my money and second head to my room in the back.

"Welcome back."

I turn around to see Sheena pursing her lips at me in a I-know-what-you-did-last-night kind of way and a playful glare.

"Whatever."

"So tell me is Thursday you rest day? Or should I say night?" Her brows jumps making me throw my head back and laugh.

Ironically yes in a way it was but I wouldn't be admitting that to her. "Maybe." I loll. I start to undress myself of the baggy clothes and put on one of my costumes.

"Be careful the worst that could happen is you falling in love with the guy."

I choke at the idea. Chresanto may have found love before and either the girl was stupid as hell or maybe he just wasn't such a dick at the time but the thought of falling in love period makes my stomach churn. It hurt way to much the first time.

"That will never happen!"

Sheena laughs in a devious way and cocks her eyebrow up. "You say that now of course."

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