owning a strip club

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i woke up and kobe was already gone. i heard the shower running so i assumed he was in there. i shrugged and went to the button to call iris.

"yes desiré?" she asked coming into kobe's room.
"i need some clothes so that i can shower. do you have some sweatpants?" i asked.
"i'll see what i can do." she said from the other side of the speaker.

about five minutes later i heard knocking on my room door. i peeked out the door and found it to be iris. she looked confused that i wasn't answering and walked in.

"over here." i called out to her from kobe's room and she made a disturbing assumption.
"ohhh ms. desiré you got busy." she winked and i violently shook my head.

"no, nooo we didn't, i will never." i exclaimed and i heard somebody come behind me.
"never say never." he said snaking his arms around my waist.

i took one last glance at him before stepping into my room with the sweats, "never" i said looking him in eyes,

he looked at me and nodded with that 'ight bet' look. i guess he sees it as a challenge. and as a stripper i know how to tease, so let the games begin.

i walked into the shower and took care of my hygiene. afterwards i went into my bag and grabbed my underwear because i always carry extra.

after i'm done i go downstairs to the kitchen to see the chefs prepared crepes. i looked at kobe sideways because why do everything have to be fancy. he gave me a look that said 'fix yo face' so i rolled my eyes. he stared at me in shock, if he didn't know i was finna be a handful then... he knew it now.

i got my crepes and walked to the table and sat farthest from kobe.

"you know, traditionally the wife sits at the very opposite of the husband." he said to mock where i was sitting at the table.

i scoffed and rolled my eyes before moving one seat over.
"we're going to work on that attitude." he said pointing his fork at me.
"says who?" i asked lifting an eyebrow.
"you really finna make this difficult." he said.
"you have noo idea." i said narrowing my eyes at him.

he smirked at me before getting up from the table not even thinking to put his dishes in the sink.
"oh yeah, and be ready to get your stuff we leave in 20 minutes." he shouted.
"wow nice heads up" i said sarcastically.
"if it makes you feel any better i'll let you pick which car we drive." he replied.

i know this nigga did not just say 'which car' on second thought, i could get used to this. he's still a dickhead tho, so he can stick to his hoes on speed dial. he won't be getting no pussy from me.

i got up from the table and put my dishes in the sink before going upstairs and into his room.

"what you doing in here?" he asked coming out of his bathroom.
"can everybody else come and help us?" i asked.
"why?" he asked.

"maybe i don't want you to help me pack up my personal, feminine belongings. plus there's strength in numbers or whatever." i said and he shrugged.
"sure" he said and i texted and called everybody telling them to meet me at my old place in ten minutes.

chanel was kinda upset about it, her and mike was prolly finna fuck, too bad they get to help me move in with a mafia leader :).

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