I grab Tooba's hand as we approach the 'Harder and Faster' strip club chain. I feel nervous. I don't know what to expect. Tooba guides me into a hidden staircase and we walk down it. The music is so loud it makes my head ache. As we approach the dancefloor, I see masses of people bopping around me. Must be popular, I think.
'Drink?' Tooba hands me a small glass with golden liquid in it.
'Err.. no, I'm okay,' I give her a weird look. I didn't expect her to be the alcohol type. But who am I to judge when I've ended up here as well? My mum would be so disappointed in me. No, not disappointed, more like 'you fucking prick I'm sending you to boarding school in North Korea!' I shiver at the thought of her finding out.
I grab a can of coke, and open it. As I turn around, someone crashes into me and my drink spills all over my dress. Why do liquids love to spill on me?
'Oh shittt, I am so sorry!' A guy with green eyes says apologetically.
'I would say it's fine, but what am I supposed to wear now?' I frown, looking down at the mess.
'Well, you are at a strip club... So uhh, strip?' He looks at me and suddenly his eyes are filled with lust.
'I've never done this before...' My cheeks heat up but he probably can't see it. I cannot believe I am actually in this situation. Who would have guessed?
'Come, it's not that bad,' he assures me, taking my hand and leading me towards the back where there's fewer people.
'I don't really want to be naked around random people,' I admit, suddenly not feeling the clammy liquid on my dress. It must have dried by now.
'Okay, well let's start with less people. How about... just me?'
Zainab is your typical 'fake' Muslim, in New York, and surrounded by the most tempting of distractions. If she lets herself fall for them, will anything good come out of it?
(filled with unexpected plot twists and relatable scenarios)
WARNING: THEMES OF RAPE, DRUGS, ALCOHOL, AND SEX
"Everybody has a chapter they don't want to read out loud"~a.n
"What?" Ethan says in his all too familiar deep, rude voice. Ethan has pitch-black hair, is 6 feet tall, with a solid build. His deep grey eyes are glaring at me right now. His jawline is so sharp I'm sure it can cut through anything.
"You hit me, spilling my coffee all over me," I say, pointing out the obvious.
"So, what do you want me to do about it?" he asks, like he's done nothing wrong.
"You're supposed to say sorry," I say in a duh tone.
"And why should I?"
"Because that's what people with manners do."
"I know that, but you don't deserve a sorry from me."
"Wow. And why is that?"
"Because black bitches like you don't deserve it," he says with a sneer.
"I have told you times without number to stop calling me that," I say, angry at his insults.
"Make me," Ethan says, taking a dangerous step closer. I don't say anything but hiss and walk past him. I don't know why I expected him to apologize. It's Ethan, after all.
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Ethan is a young male about to get his first degree, he might look normal to the world, but don't we all have our demons inside. Ethan has a problem that he feels hatred is the best way to cure it, but one lady proves him wrong. Adina is a beautiful young girl who is also about to get her first degree at the same university as Ethan. Adina is full of life and dislikes anyone who thinks they can bully her. Ethan is hell-bent on bringing hell down on Adina, and she is determined to shove it up all the way into his ass. They are both opposites, but they say opposites attract one other.
What happens when a significant incident changes all that. How do these two different people deal with a feeling that is supposed to be forbidden to feel for each other?