She waitressin' at Starlets, ain't too many I ain't had

She's a quiet BBW college girl who mind her business and stay out the way. They was never supposed to cross paths but once they do, danger, and love mixed with the streets. And when you fall for a man like him... there ain't no such thing as safe.

"Phoenix ..."

𝙄𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙤 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. 𝙄𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

"It ain't where you′re from it's where you at."

"I'm sorry for everything, mommy." he said watching as tears fell down her face.

At nineteen, Simone is broke, homeless, and sleeping in her car after failing to meet her parents' dreams for her. Houston wasn't the fresh start she hoped for-so she reinvents herself as Solé and steps into Eclipse, a club where the lights are bright, the money is fast, and nothing comes easy. Breaking in isn't simple. Jealous dancers, tough rules, and a manager who takes an interest in her test Solé in ways she never expected. As she fights to get on her feet, she learns that the club life comes with highs, lows, and lessons that could cost her everything-her heart, her trust, and maybe even her freedom.

"The best blessings are right in front of you." "Go Kamarii!" I said laughing, mocking her. "Leave me alone. You're the only one who got me saying shit like that." She said. "Nah, I liked hearing it from you. That shit was cute as hell." I said. I focused my gaze on the shirt she had on that was decorated, and i smiled. "I done got you wearing my number and shit now. We locked in fasho, ain't no going back. Lemme see it." I said. She turned around, showing me the back of her shirt that had my name plastered across it with my number being in the middle of it.

@𝟰𝟰𝟰𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀𝗹𝘃𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ©

She has everything the world says she should want-money, freedom, a "healthy" relationship- but inside, she feels hollow. Somewhere between punches and pain, she wonders if she can ever find herself again.