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Chapter 6: "Work"

           

I ended up waking up before Ethan. It took me almost ten minutes to shimmy out of his hold without waking him up. That man is a major cuddler. It just makes him more attractive.

The moment I made it to my kitchen and made it to my phone, hell on earth was waiting for me.

Jazz: Oasis keeps calling me Sage. They want you for something.

Jazz: I know I'm not your manager anymore, but you need to get down here!

Jazz: Bitch! THE OFFERING HELLA CASH!

Jazz: AND A TRIP DOWN TO HAWAII!

Jazz: They said they're gonna send you a letter.

Jazz: Respond Bitch.

Jazz: RESPOND!

Oasis...

FUCK!

What the hell did my old strip club want with me? Candii Swirl died two years ago. Never seen from again. I don't want to go back to that life. I don't want to relive the memories, but at the same time, I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world. They got me to where I am today, but I just can't...

Me: Tell them to fuck off.

A couple minutes later, Jazz answered.

Jazz: one million dollars is a lot of money to pass up.

The OJ I was drinking caught in my throat as I choked. I swiftly bolted over to my door to check the mail slot, trying not to wake up Ethan. Sure enough, there was a neon pink letter with the Oasis logo on it and a pair of legs.

Way to keep it classy.

I silently tore open the envelope and opened the letter, setting everything down on my island before I continued.

Dear Sage Williams,

Hey Bitch! Its Brielle, writing today so I'm not gonna be formal or shit. Some horny teens got together in the desert and were like.... STRIP CON, so now we're here. The only chicks that really want to go are me, Raquel, Jazz, Shannon, and Shitheada, and hopefully... You?

I know you said you didn't want to do anything with the business after you retired Candii, but whoever wins their first annual strip off gets five million dollars. Don't even ask me how they got that much money to give to strippers. Along with all the tip we can get, that's a big ass sum of cash boo boo. I'm not saying You have to go, I just think it would be in your best interests.

We still love you no matter how much a prude you've become. Think about it!

-Bri

Dammit. Brielle sent the letter so now I have to call. She was one of my best friends at Oasis, besides Jazz.

Suddenly I heard stirring at my couch. Ethan's fine ass finally woke up. It took him long enough.

"Good Morning Licorice." He said in a groggy sleep voice. He literally couldn't be sexier. He could call me anything in that voice and I would still jump his bones afterwards.

"Don't call me Licorice." I glared.

He then chuckled, a deep and throaty sound and proceeded to get up, manhood there in all its glory.

I almost died right there. The dull aching pain should've reminded me how hung that man was, but the sight still stunned me. And the biggest problem was the fact that he had no shame. He had not a fucking care in the world as he paraded around my apartment looking for clothes.