A Dream

Secrets

I felt how something moved on my bed, what or who it was, was only a little clear otherwise it anonymous. Fingers slowly dragged across my cheek, then a feather tickled my nose, a smile started to show on my lips.

"Jamieee" one of the girls dragged out my name then the tickling in my nose got worse as it began to feel more constant. Flicking away the person's hand who had the feather and rub my nose. "You guys are very pleased to have that feather, aren't you?" Giggles erupt as I sit up and open my eyes. Giving a long stretch before looking at Micky who had the feather in hand while sitting next to me. The other girls were by the edge of the bed watching us.

Slowly moving my one hand to feel if Max was still beside me. The bedsheets were all that was next to me and fear shot through me. "Where's Max?!" I asked loudly. The twins brush me off with a smile. "Don't worry love, he's with Lorenzo" Angela said, then last nights look on his face surfaced to my memory again. His cold and lifeless expression was not like him. It made me sad and felt like I was used.

"She's having that look guys!" Micky stated for the girls. This 'look' they were talking about was never seen before because love never bothered me. Feelings never bothered me - feelings of love for men - and yet, here I was sad over someone I knew I shouldn't want. "I'm not having the look" I denied, bringing my face to emotionless. "Oh yes, you are! You're just denying it solemnly" Micky's voice full of cockiness. Rolling my eyes at her and got out of bed.

"Why are you girls up so early?" I asked as I make my way over to my closet. Pulling my bikini on to swim. "It's more like, why are you sleeping in? It's already like two p.m" Angelina stated and my eyed winded at her. "You're joking, right?" Lilly pulled out her phone and showed the screen to me. It was there in digital number 14: 02 in the afternoon, my jaw dropped. "Shit! I need to go speak with my father. I'll get you, girls, at the pool, yeah?" I asked grabbing a shirt and sweatpants to look at least a little more decent.

They all nodded and left my room. I hurried down to look for my father. Taking it freestyle and slide down the railing of the stairs. "Dad?" I called, opening his office door to find it empty. I searched every place I thought he might be, every place except one.

The third floor.

I know I'm forbidden to go up there, and I know that if I get caught I would be in big trouble, but what the hell? I needed to speak to my father, and besides, it would be answering a question I've been dying to know. What is up there?

With a quick sprint, I went up the flight of stairs. It was good having to exercise the legs again. At the door leading into the third floor, I stopped and place my hand on the knob. Looking around me to see if no one is watching me. Turning the knob slowly and push the door open. Only then I could hear the loud music playing and men chatting. This was a bad idea, and going in looking bad made the idea worse.

Pulling the door shut before running a story down to my room. Pulling my closet open, scanning the dresses fast. One particular caught my attention and screamed for me to put it on. Taking it out of my closet and held it against me. The black, skin-tight dress had a low v-neck and long sleeves. Quickly I got myself into it and done a few twigs to my hair, the curls standing perfectly the way I wanted them, then pull my signature red heels on. To make the look even better I applied red lipstick to my full lips.

Taking a deep breath to get all my confidence together before marching back up to the third floor. Opening the door and close it behind me. For once I saw what was going on. The dark lighting, stripers, men throwing money at them, some of them getting a lap dance. Then one guy caught my attention, he was about my age, maybe a little older, sitting silently in a booth. His whole body and face relaxed, but the smirk on his lips yelled danger.