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"You were mine the second you put your signature on that contract." He looked at me with pure lust and dominance in his eyes.
"F*ck you."
He smirks and moves closer to me, coming to my side of the booth and caging me ag...
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August
Have you ever wished that your life turned out differently?
Well at this point it's a part of my daily routine. As a matter of fact, that's exactly what I'm doing as I stand in my shower contemplating life.
Now I know this sounds really depressing but hey, this is me.
I snap out of my thoughts when I realize that I have to be at work in 8 minutes. I wash all of the soap out of my hair and off of my body then step out onto the rug, grabbing a towel to wrap around myself. I look in the mirror.
I've become what you'd call a zombie. I have dark circles under my eyes that I have to cover with makeup to fit the beauty standard, I never smile, and when I do it's never fully genuine, and I'm always tired.
Life's so hard.
I walk out of the bathroom and into my room which is connected to the living room. And the kitchen. And the dining room. Basically all in one room. But hey, home is home. But I've never felt like so had a home. I walk over to my dresser and pick out something to wear.
It's currently 6 o'clock and I just got off of my shift at Fine Catering, a catering and cafe shop I work at from 8 am to 3 pm. I pick out the outfit that I want to wear for my shift at Havana, the nightclub I work as an Exotic Dancer and Waitress. I put the outfit in my bag and put on the outfit I have to wear as a waitress which consists of a black low-cut spaghetti strap shirt and a short skirt. Kind of showy but I mean what really would you expect from a nightclub?
Anyways, I throw on a trench coat since 1, I'm dressed very inappropriately for the stuffy rich people's eyes and 2 it gets super cold at night in Norchester.
Once I'm ready I grab my bag and my keys and head to the club. A perk of having the job is that it's only 6 minutes away from my apartment so I can walk.
The thing I hate about the job the most is that whatever the dancers make, we have to give half of the earnings to our boss and let me tell you, the prices to live in this city are super high so it's hard to make enough to cover bills and buy the outfits for the job.
Once I get to the club I walk to the side of the building where the employees come in. I knock on the door and Gibby opens it.
"Hey, cupcake." He greets me with a smile on his face.
"Hi Gibby, is the boss around? I don't want to get lectured for being late again." I ask as he moves over to let me inside the warm room. This is where most of the employees go when it's their break. Either that or they leave. I personally try to sleep in between my breaks.
"Nope, he's in a meeting with some guy. I guess he's trying to expand the business and build more clubs around the country." He explains and I sigh a relief. Gibby is one of the security guards here. most of them are nice but Gibby is the nicest to me especially. I guess it's easy to pity me for my zombie appearance. He looks big and mean but he's very kind if your on his good side."Okay, Thanks gibby." He nods and before I could go to the locker rooms he calls out.
