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“Didn’t you see the flyer hanging on the wall right beside the door?”

I look to my side. A long, curvy woman strides toward me, a sassy smile plastered on her face. She giggles when I begin to open my mouth, but instead frown. “Its fine, I’m only messing with you.” Placing her hand on my shoulder, she leans in and pecks me on the cheek. “Welcome to the club, baby.”

Winking, she reaches behind me, her tits bouncing up and down against my chest. A hard-on grows in my pants. In her hands she holds a golden mask. “Here. It’s on the house.”

Holding it in front of my face, she straps it behind my head and then puts it in place. “There. You look like a real gentleman now.”

I laugh. “In nobody’s dreams.”

She cocks her head. “Baby, you know everybody’s dreams come true here. Now, enjoy your time!”

She flicks her finger at another girl. “Get this customer a drink,” she says before she turns around and walks away, her hips swaying back and forth with each step. Damn, that woman’s got some ass.

A thin yet confident girl walks toward me, a pearl-white smile partially hidden underneath a mask. Glancing at her, I can’t help but zoom in on those beautiful chocolate eyes she hides behind that mask of hers. They are peculiar thin slits that immediately draw my attention. God, I wonder what look she’d give me when she’s splayed underneath me, ready to take my cock. I bet those eyes would sparkle even more.

I clear my throat when she lifts the tray she’s carrying and hands me a small glass, contents unknown.

“Drink up!” she says.

I hastily chug it down, the burn in my throat riveting. Fuck, I need to wash this down.

“Strong, huh?” She chuckles.

Some girl grabs a microphone and a chair to stand on. “Time to party!” The club suddenly bursts with cheers and howls as people get up and grab the girls like they’re some kind of prey. The music starts blaring through the speakers. The girl next to me opens her mouth to say something, but I can’t hear anything.

“What?” I yell.

Laughing, she grabs my hand and hauls me to the dance floor. I like where this is going.

She wraps her hands around my neck as I place mine on her hips. Swaying with the music, she comes closer with each step, her eyes enchanting, luring me closer. Fuck, I love this event. We’re never allowed to touch the girls, so this is a surprise. No wonder it’s so crowded in here.

As I glance around, her hand leaves my neck and moves to my chin. She abruptly pulls me from my drifting thoughts and forces me to focus on her. Her wicked smile enthralls me, lighting a fire in my core. The way she dances with me—which is so fucking hot—is riling me up. Especially when she turns around and rubs her ass against my cock. Oh, yeah. My cock is tented against her skirt, but she doesn’t seem to mind. Her head is rested on my shoulder, one of her hands playing with mine while the other is exploring my body. A groan escapes my mouth when she arches her back and her voluptuous tits are on display for me. Her eyes rise to meet mine.

“Like what you see?” she murmurs.

“Oh yeah, baby.” I grin and let my hands drift down her waist. “I’m seeing stars.”

She smiles. “You know I don’t mind.” Her hands float over mine, gently touching, sending shocks through my body as she guides me down. My dick pulsates in my pants as she uses my hand to touch herself through her skirt. Fuck …

A silent moan leaves her mouth. “I wonder what you’d see if this was more than just a dance.”

Hmm … Now she’s talking. I twirl her around in my arms, an alarmed look on her face. Her eyes are wide open, her lips parted, and for a second we just gaze at each other, a tentative smile on our faces. With that sultry look she tempted me, and now I want more … so I smash my lips on hers. For a moment she’s taken aback, and just stands there, allowing me to kiss her. If she’s not complaining, I’m going for it. My tongue dips out to lick the seam of her lip. She tastes delicious, like lemon shortcakes, something … familiar.

Squinting, I take my lips off hers. Her eyes are still big, her mouth open, her wet lips still looking tantalizing. Quite frankly, she seems shocked I’d actually go for it. Hey, why not? I mean, she basically begged me to. It’s not like I fucked her or anything. It was only a kiss. Although, I am looking forward to more. After all, my cock is still hungry.

However, the look on her face tells me she wasn’t prepared for this.

“You …” she mumbles.

My lips curl up into a half smile. “Sorry, didn’t catch that.”

“You kissed me.”

“Yeah …” I laugh. “And it was hot. Fuck, your lips are nice.”

“No.”

I frown, confused. “Hey, if you don’t want it, you can just tell me. I get it. I’ll leave, no problem.”

“That’s not it,” she says, so softly I can barely hear it, and she visibly swallows. “Take off your mask.”

I snort. “Why exactly?”

Before I can stop her, she’s already jerked the thing off my face. Shit.

Her jaw drops. Her pupils enlarge.

“Yeah, if that’s the way it’s gonna be, then I’m making sure we’re on equal grounds.” I reach for her mask. Her hands fight with me, but I win. Ripping it off, she hides her face behind her hands, but it’s not enough to prevent me from seeing who it is.

Holy fucking shit.

“Lin?” I say, in shock.

“Fuck!” she hisses. Her eyes skid over the room and she slams her mouth shut. Then she turns around.

“Wait!” I say, grabbing her arm. She jerks loose and runs, disappearing through a door in the back. Guards are in front of it and they’re glaring at me like they want to eat me. No thanks. There’s no way I can go in there; no way I can talk to her again.

Jesus, out of all the places I thought of seeing her again, this is where we meet? I’m a gambler with no future, and I just discovered my ex from ages ago works at a strip club.

What the fuck happened here?

 

 

Chapter 2

Chances

 

13 years ago

 

Leaves fall down on top of me, showering the ground with colors as the wind blows them across the road. I run through the garden, kick the bigger pebbles away, and crush the old leaves with my boots. The wind and rain don’t stop me from playing outside. Mom and Dad hate that I make my clothes dirty, but I don’t care. They aren’t even here anyway. They’re always away on some business trip. I don’t get why they care so much. I’m not going to listen to the maids. They can punish me all they like, I’m not afraid. I’m doing what I want, and I want to have fun.

“C’mon, Lin!” I yell, running past her.

“We aren’t supposed to go play outside,” she says.

“So?” I turn around while walking. “Nobody’s the boss off me.”

“Your parents are,” she scoffs.

“They’re not here.”

“They’re not, but you know they gave rules.”

“Like I care. Rules don’t matter when they’re not here. I’m not going to listen.”

She gasps. “You should. They’re your mom and dad.”

“You listen to yours too much.”

She sticks out her tongue. Laughing, I turn back around and start running again.

“Hey! Wait for me!” she says. I can hear her slippers move on the grass. She doesn’t walk on the pebbles; they hurt her feet. Her parents always tell her girls aren’t supposed to run like boys do, but I think she should just do whatever she likes.

I lift my arms and pretend I’m a plane soaring through the skies. Lin tentatively lingers behind to my left, following me from a distance. I don’t mind. Once she finds out how cool I am she’ll want to play with me.

When I find a puddle, I jump up and down inside it, splashing the water everywhere. My pants are wet and mud splatters all over me. I love it. I giggle and laugh while Lin frowns, a puzzled look on her face.

“Jaret!” Lin places her hands in her side.

“What?” I splash the water her way because I know she hates it.

“Ew! Stop that!” She holds up her hands, protecting her face.

“Afraid of a little water?”

“You know that’s not allowed. Look at your pants.”

“Stop worrying so much. Come play with me.”

“No.” She freezes when I step closer.

“It’s fun.”

“Girls aren’t supposed to.”

I snort. “Who told you that?”

“My parents.”

“Your parents tell you not to jump in puddles because you’re a girl?”

She nods, a flush appearing on her cheeks, and I laugh so hard I choke. Frowning, she shoves me. “Jerk.”

I land ass first in the mud, but it doesn’t stop me from laughing. Lin steps forward and stomps with her feet, splashing the water all over herself and me. Her shoes are brown just like mine, but she doesn’t seem to care. She tries to splash me with her hands, but I lunge forward and pull her leg, causing her to fall, too. Her squeal makes me giggle even more. For a while we fight each other on the ground, throwing pebbles and water at each other. Suddenly, her eyes widen and her jaw drops, her gaze lifting. She’s looking at something.

“What?” I say.

Her cheeks turn red as a beet as she points behind me.

“Jaret Paxon.” The way the maid says my name makes me swallow my breath. Oh crap, I’m in trouble now.

 

♥♥♥

 

Present

 

Just thinking about her makes me wonder what the hell happened. To her, and me, and … us. She was always there, but could barely hang out with me, except when her parents would allow her a short break. Her parents worked in our kitchen as chefs. God, I was so young back then, I didn’t even notice there was a difference in what was allowed and what was not. My parents were never there, so they loaded me with gifts and made me a spoiled brat. Her parents were always there, looming over her shoulder, telling her what was appropriate and how their girl should behave. Lin was always ashamed of being careless, something I’d grown accustomed to. But now … fuck, how could she have a job at a fucking strip club? That is so unlike her. Something must be wrong. I wish I’d known about her troubles sooner. I could’ve done something about it.

I take a sip of my Coke and look around the club. People are cheering like crazy, throwing their snacks to the ring. My friend Hunter is fighting a fierce opponent, one with sneaky tendencies, but I’m sure he’ll win. The guy is already bleeding profusely from his mouth and nose, while Hunter is still standing strong, shuffling on his feet. Yep, he’s a true favorite of the crowd. But fuck me, I wish they’d stop making so much noise. My head hurts. Fuck hangovers. I should’ve thought better than to drown myself in alcohol last night. And I only did it because I saw her …

“You look like you drank a few gallons last night.”

“Jessie!”

I turn my head and see Jessie, Hunter’s brother, being punched in the shoulder by Autumn, Hunter’s girlfriend. They sit down beside me on the benches. They’ve been watching him from the sidelines all this time, and I wish they’d stayed there. I’m not up for talking.

Jessie slaps me on the back. “Bro, you all right?”

“Fine.”

“You seem a little down,” Autumn states.

“Go figure.”

Jessie frowns and smiles at the same time. “I smell a tiny white lie.”

“Jessie … leave him alone. He doesn’t want to talk,” Autumn says.

“Ding, ding, ding, ding,” I reply, twirling my finger in the air.

Jessie squeezes my shoulder. “Dude, whatever it is, talking about it is better than bottling it up.”

I laugh. “Now you almost sound like me.”

“I know, I learned it from the best.” He winks.

I sigh.

“Lemme guess … it’s about a chick?”

“And how did you come to that conclusion?” I ask.

“Ah, well with you there’s not much else it can be.”

Autumn smacks him on the head with her bottle of water. “Stop teasing him.”

“But I’m right, aren’t I?”

I roll my eyes. “Whatever.”

“See! I knew it. Got into trouble again?”

“That’s enough, Jessie. Hey, Jaret,” she leans forward, “if you wanna talk to about it, you know … A girl knows a lot more about girls than boys ever will.”

Jessie laughs out loud. “You probably wouldn’t, in this case.”

She frowns. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“The girls Jaret hangs with are a little … different.”

“Different?”

“Dude …” I say.

“What? It’s the truth, isn’t it?”

“What is?” Autumn asks.

Jessie turns his head toward her. “He’s a one night kind of guy. You know, random girls, no strings attached.”

I slam him in the shoulder and he winces. “Fuck, dude, you know I’m right.”

“Normally, yeah.”

“Normally? Every day.”

“Not now.” He gazes at me, confused, and I stare back at him while clenching my teeth. I’m really not in the mood to talk about her, but he can’t seem to let it rest. Then a devious smile spreads on his face.

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