the STRIPPER diaries (EDITING!!!)

CHAPTER 4

"Girl come on! You sitting here staring in the mirror and yo ass supposed to be out there shaking on stage!" Toya knocks me out of my thoughts.

I haven't even been able to focus my full attention on dancing anymore since the bachelor party. Its been weeks ago, and I'm still trippin. Seeing Deangelo has really fucked with my head.

"Sorry, girl. My head just been stuck on your brother."

"Babe, stop stressing about him! I know that's my brother, but you're also my best friend. I have your best interest at heart just like I do his."

"I know that he's told you everything."

"So what if he did, Asia? I probably would have let him fuck too if I was you."

She shrugs her shoulders and bursts out laughing at her own sarcasm.

"For real tho, babe. You're my best friend. I got you!"

"Thanks, girl."

I stand up to hug her.

"You know I got you, boo! Now, come on and make this money!"

-

Finally home. All by my damn self. I wasn't even at the club for more than two hours. Number one rule of the game.. Never let a nigga fuck with your money.. And I broke that damn rule. I made $1400, but I usually leave with way more than that on a normal night.

*phone rings*

It's a number that I don't recognize.. And its 1:37 in the morning. Who the fuck..? I don't answer.

*phone rings again*

Same number.

I answer it.

"Who the fuck is this?"

"That's really how you answer the phone for me now, Asia?"

Deangelo.

"I would ask you how you got my number, but I'm pretty sure I have an idea."

I roll my eyes at the thought of Toya giving her brother my phone number.

"We really need to talk, baby. You should come see me, or let me come see you."

"You're about to get married, right? Why the fuck do you need to see me?" I spit at him.

"Asia, listen. Stop being so childish. You know that we have a lot to talk about."

I'm probably going to regret this.

"Fine. I'll text you my address."

I hang up before he can respond and I text him my address. He's right. We do have a lot to talk about.

-

"What do you want, Deangelo?"

He shakes his head and walks over to the couch.

"I never forgot about you, Asia. You were my first love."

"Then why did you leave me for that bitch?!" I snap at him.

"You were my first love, too, motherfucker! I gave you my virginity, and you just drop me like I was nothing, so that you can be with Keyanne, and now you're marrying that spoiled bitch?"

"You don't have to talk about her like that for real man. Chill out. I didn't come here for this bullshit." He stands to face me.

"Oh, now you want to stand here in MY house and defend her?"

I start to feel so much rage inside of me.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to come here and talk to you. I know that you're stripping and everything. I just never thought that you would do some shit like that."

I roll my eyes at him. Call me bitter. Call me mad. Call me jealous. I really don't give a fuck. I loved this man, and for him to leave me for another female? Man, that shit hurts.

"Why do you even care? I'm a single woman. I can do whatever, and whoever I want." I remind him.

He cuts his eyes at me and starts walking towards the door.

"I'm sorry, Asia. I shouldn't have come here. I guess I thought we could somehow be adults about this, but I see some things never change."

He kisses me on the cheek.

"Goodnight, beautiful. We can try this again another time."

Without another word, he leaves. I guess I was going too hard on him, but how does he really expect me to feel about all of this?