so, but only outside of the club, with the client of her choosing.
Yeah, that definitely won’t be happening.
I sigh and toss the contract on my bed. I’m on the last day for Viktor’s deadline. And I still have yet to make up my mind. I look at Gabbie again, seeing she has fallen asleep in my arms. I want to do this for her. If Viktor thinks I can make easy money, doing the one thing I love, well isn’t that enough? But, what if my parents find out what type of work I’ll be doing by saying yes? Or what if one day when Gabbie gets old enough to understand and she finds out her mother was a stripper? I’d have to lie and hide this life if I say yes.
The thought is exciting.
To pretend to be someone else, knowing no one knows the real you and who you are, sends a thrill through me that I’ve never experienced before. I can see why someone like me would want that. I’ve always been the shy and good girl. But now, I wonder if maybe I’ve become this person because it’s easy to stay hidden. It’s easy to stay behind the shadows and let other’s take the spotlight. Even with small things. If I do this, I will be front and center. I will be seen.
My heart starts to race from thinking about it.
I look over at the contract laying on my bed. The urge to sign my name on that dotted line is strong. Very strong. But, before I completely make up my mind, I do have some conditions of my own for Viktor. It’s time I start standing up for myself and speaking up. Even though Viktor is demanding as hell, I have to show him I can take care of myself and Gabbie.
I will do that starting with some of these rules I don’t agree with.
I place my order for my coffee, and I find a table farthest away from prying eyes. I look around the small café, trying not to remember the last time I was here with Malcolm. The day I told him I was pregnant. Some days, I wish I could go back and forget him and I were ever together. Lord knows we weren’t exactly a couple. I sigh trying not to think about the past. I really want to forget Malcolm ever existed.
I check my phone again for the time, wondering where Viktor is. He’s running five minutes late, and that’s unlike him. I set my phone down and take a sip of my coffee. I can’t help but wonder why he’s not here yet. I might not know him as well yet, but by his dominate and controlling side, it won’t allow him to be late, unless for a good reason. I start to worry that maybe he’s standing me up. Maybe he changed his mind about this whole situation. I haven’t seen him in a week, just like he said. I thought he would still come to see Gabbie like he used to, but he didn’t. The only reason I’m here waiting for him in the café is because he called my parents phone last night.
That was an awkward conversation.
Viktor insisted I tell him then what my decision was, but I held strong. I wanted to do this face to face. I also told him I had a few conditions of my own, and I’m still not sure if he liked that or not. When he asked where to meet, the café was the only place I could think of. It wasn’t like we could talk about my very near future of becoming a stripper in my parent’s house. I can’t risk either one of them finding out what I plan to do. I also know I need Viktor’s help to come up with some sort of cover for the job he offered me.
I hear the bell on the café door and I when I look up, I see his dark green eyes staring right at me. The man knows how to wear a suit. Seeing him walking towards me makes my skin break out with goosebumps. Try all I want, I cannot shake our locked gaze. His eyes are like a drug. Like he’s hypnotizing me. He smiles at me when he sits, as if he’s laughing at some sort of private joke. He clears his throat a few times and I pull my gaze from his. I look down at my coffee, suddenly lost for words.
“This is a nice place,” he says and I feel as if he trying to make the conversation light before we jump right down to
Yeah, that definitely won’t be happening.
I sigh and toss the contract on my bed. I’m on the last day for Viktor’s deadline. And I still have yet to make up my mind. I look at Gabbie again, seeing she has fallen asleep in my arms. I want to do this for her. If Viktor thinks I can make easy money, doing the one thing I love, well isn’t that enough? But, what if my parents find out what type of work I’ll be doing by saying yes? Or what if one day when Gabbie gets old enough to understand and she finds out her mother was a stripper? I’d have to lie and hide this life if I say yes.
The thought is exciting.
To pretend to be someone else, knowing no one knows the real you and who you are, sends a thrill through me that I’ve never experienced before. I can see why someone like me would want that. I’ve always been the shy and good girl. But now, I wonder if maybe I’ve become this person because it’s easy to stay hidden. It’s easy to stay behind the shadows and let other’s take the spotlight. Even with small things. If I do this, I will be front and center. I will be seen.
My heart starts to race from thinking about it.
I look over at the contract laying on my bed. The urge to sign my name on that dotted line is strong. Very strong. But, before I completely make up my mind, I do have some conditions of my own for Viktor. It’s time I start standing up for myself and speaking up. Even though Viktor is demanding as hell, I have to show him I can take care of myself and Gabbie.
I will do that starting with some of these rules I don’t agree with.
I place my order for my coffee, and I find a table farthest away from prying eyes. I look around the small café, trying not to remember the last time I was here with Malcolm. The day I told him I was pregnant. Some days, I wish I could go back and forget him and I were ever together. Lord knows we weren’t exactly a couple. I sigh trying not to think about the past. I really want to forget Malcolm ever existed.
I check my phone again for the time, wondering where Viktor is. He’s running five minutes late, and that’s unlike him. I set my phone down and take a sip of my coffee. I can’t help but wonder why he’s not here yet. I might not know him as well yet, but by his dominate and controlling side, it won’t allow him to be late, unless for a good reason. I start to worry that maybe he’s standing me up. Maybe he changed his mind about this whole situation. I haven’t seen him in a week, just like he said. I thought he would still come to see Gabbie like he used to, but he didn’t. The only reason I’m here waiting for him in the café is because he called my parents phone last night.
That was an awkward conversation.
Viktor insisted I tell him then what my decision was, but I held strong. I wanted to do this face to face. I also told him I had a few conditions of my own, and I’m still not sure if he liked that or not. When he asked where to meet, the café was the only place I could think of. It wasn’t like we could talk about my very near future of becoming a stripper in my parent’s house. I can’t risk either one of them finding out what I plan to do. I also know I need Viktor’s help to come up with some sort of cover for the job he offered me.
I hear the bell on the café door and I when I look up, I see his dark green eyes staring right at me. The man knows how to wear a suit. Seeing him walking towards me makes my skin break out with goosebumps. Try all I want, I cannot shake our locked gaze. His eyes are like a drug. Like he’s hypnotizing me. He smiles at me when he sits, as if he’s laughing at some sort of private joke. He clears his throat a few times and I pull my gaze from his. I look down at my coffee, suddenly lost for words.
“This is a nice place,” he says and I feel as if he trying to make the conversation light before we jump right down to
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