ub since a year ago for some reason. The thing about the club was that there were many ex

at the stage but knew from the cheers that a performance was taking place on the stage. It was a Saturday

m. He poured the champagne down his thr

girl he had ever seen in his life...She was not just beautiful, but her aura screamed of confidence and innocence. It was a rare combination for a person to ooze of confi

e beat and then against the pole. The piece of dress she wore highlighted her cur

Her black silky hair was let loose that reached her rear. He would say her height was abo

ry now and then. She then smiled and winked at him reaching almost the end of her performance. He came out of the daze and removed his eyes realizing that he ha

he nodded his head pointing at the champagne again. The champagne taste

ad poured generous tips over her. The thing that left him perplexed was that she did not strip like most strippers would. Sure, she showed a sensual

g he felt was unfamiliar. What was it to him if they were enchanted by the perfor

e forget him? He was the same reason Thomas had stopped coming to the club

retty stripper who was about to leave the stage. He saw lust and a lot of disgusting things in his eyes. He

leaving half of the second bottle. He paid the bill for the two champagne bottles an

ke out of his environment despite being drunk. He must h

re leaving. He tried to remember the name the bartender had told him while making hi

to himself when he suddenly remembered

mumbled to himself. Somebody bumped into him, an

ake you home." He he

ow miserable I am?" He scoffed at his

make him see reason. He glared at him but nodded his head as he knew even h

was in his grandfather's proximity. Unfortunately, he could not do that. He kept slurring on his words and

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Holly, a bartender, peeked in the room and infor

hanging into her casual attire. She got out of the room and turned h

me. She was probably directed by him not to do so since she

w me. My lady!" He offered his hand to her while smirking. H

rying to get into her pants. She could not do much

aid of losing the job. But she could not give him any id

was not an excuse though. She really could not afford letting her mother be all by herself. Sh

s hand back. His expre

ve or something. In fact, he was a young and good-looking man with probably six feet height and prominent features. But she did not want

ums for a month now. Give in while I am being polite here." He smiled, but she could

nd direct with her. Other times, he approache

but she always refused to give in to anyone. Whatever a person does for living should not define their personality. It is th

s Joe Williams was still glaring at her low-key and waiting fo

ng the call as she left the club run