Fantasy| G.D (Stripper+Dolan Fanfic)

Gia sold a fantasy in the club every night to the thirsty men where she looked for acceptance.

While hiding herself in the light, there was only one who could see her darkness.

She lit her cigarette between her red lips, slowly inhaling. She stopped as if she was thinking carefully about her next words

"My mom always told me men only cared about fantasies and what you have to offer. " She spoke "But you don't care about none of that do you?"

"I care about you. Not about what you try to sell these men every night."

A single tear rolled down her cheek.