Savior (BWWM)

Three

BLAKE'S POV

"Come on, tell me everything," Rae smirked, pouring herself a glass of wine in the kitchen.

It was the next morning and I was exhausted. I'd gotten home earlier than expected after the club shut down for the day, something to do with Geraldo. I didn't ask questions.

I slouched into the couch, letting my body melt into the cushions. "Nothing happened. I gave him a lap dance. That's it."

Rae plopped down across from me, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Yeah right. So, a sexy mystery man walks in, asks for a private dance and you just... clock out after?"

"Exactly." I gave a sarcastic smile.

She narrowed her eyes and took a sip of wine. "When's the last time you had sex?"

"Wha-. Do we have to talk about this right now?"

"Come onn." She teased. "Maybe that's why you're always grumpy."

"I'm not grumpy."

Truth was, I didn't need a man. Never had. My focus was on my career, what little was left of it. Love, relationships, distractions? No thanks.

She grinned. "You sure about that? Now tell me more about this sexy man."

I rolled my eyes as I gave in. "He was tall, about 6 feet, black curly hair. Nothing too special." I said nonchalantly. I lied terribly, he was something special. He was the most handsome man I've ever seen.

"Was he white or black?" She asked, raising a brow.

"Does that matter?" I widened my eyes at her question.

"Oh, he was white. You've got a thing for white men," she giggled.

"What? No, I don't," I said, a little too defensively. "I've never even been with one."

"Or anyone," she added with a smirk. "But I've seen the way you stare at the cute ones."

I shook my head at her with a laugh. "Can we talk about Geraldo?" I needed to change the subject, I didn't want to talk about Roman anymore. He was hot, yes. But it was just a dance, it wasn't like I was going to see him again. I only did it for the money.

She rolled her eyes. "He got shot or something. We have a new owner taking over until he recovers." She responded. "Kelly told me."

"Are you sure you weren't the one to shoot him?" I asked jokingly.

Rae burst out laughing. "I mean, I hate the guy, but not that much."

We both started laughing.

"Have you contacted your dad?" She asked seriously.

The question hit me like a punch to the chest. My stomach dropped. She didn't know the full story and I planned to keep it that way. My dad was never around. My mom raised me on her own and when she died in a car crash just after I turned 18, I was left completely alone.

He used to come and go, manipulating her with false promises and no love. Somehow, she always let him back in. I hated it. Hated him. And I've never believed the story he told me about her death. Not for a second.

I went to college, then law school, determined to follow in my mom's footsteps. But debt piled up fast and no law firm would take me seriously. I applied everywhere, rejected every time. So, I took the only option that paid, stripping. And here I was.