Twisties

Chapter 2

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"I love you so much" echoed faintly in my head as I laid there with my eyes open. So much for sleeping.

It was time to go see Deon. I got up and headed to the stairway at the back of the VIP lounge. At the top was his office. From up there, he could look out at the entire club. Making sure to knock loudly on the closed door, I waited for Neal to open it. Crazy how someone gets paid just to do that. Seeing me, he said hello before moving aside. Deon was sitting at his desk, talking to someone. He looked up once he saw me.

"You sure can sleep huh?" He asked. I rolled my eyes and made my way over to him, lazily plopping into his lap and cuddling up. I was still annoyed at my dream and I wanted comfort. Deon's rich cologne always smelled nice, so I took a deep whiff. "What's wrong with you?" He asked me. Ignoring him, I hmphed and cuddled closer.

"No disrespect, but why does one of your girls have to be here? We're talking business, right?" That got my full attention. I raised my head to look at the man across the desk. This guy was probably just a few years older than me, with his Corbin Bleu curls. I didn't like him.

Deon chuckled and started playing with my hair, wrapping his fingers around the ends. "Tara isn't one of my girls. She's...different."

Woooow. I'm your girlfriend. Say it with me, "girlfriend".

The guy nodded in understanding. "My bad. She's beautiful, probably has an attitude though."

"You don't even know," said Deon, heavily rolling his eyes. Forgetting the other guy, I gave Deon a wtf look and got off his lap. Does no one love me today? She's different. I'm more than that, definitely more than his wife. I must be if he's entertaining a 16-year-old girl. Bootleg Corbin Bleu was looking at me as I walked across the room toward the door. What, you want some too?

"Where you going? You just got here," said Deon.

"And now I'm leaving. Deuces. Neal?" Jokingly, Neal opened the door with a bow.

"Thank you, Neal."

I couldn't go home since I skipped school, so I went downstairs and headed for the kitchen so John the cook could make me something. He was always nice to me and I think he appreciated that I liked his food. When you work in a place where people go to find a fuck buddy and get drunk, food probably wasn't ordered a lot.

I took a seat at the bar, far away from the group of guys, and checked my phone while I waited. Of course, it was dry as fuck. The only notifications I got were from Panda Pop.

I sat straight up once I saw John coming to the counter with my burger. He set it down in front of me with a smile. "And yes, I made sure it's well done," he added before I asked.

I grinned in appreciation. "Thanks John!"

I dug right in, getting ketchup all over my mouth. By now, the guys down at the other end of the bar noticed me inhaling my burger. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see them giggling and one dude fixing his eyebrows. He probably was the one who got the most girls. The rest of the guys were slapping him on the back and giving him dap all around. He was ugly though, so I was confused.

But I continued eating my burger since it was obviously more interesting than said guy heading towards me. Maybe he would consider leaving me alone.

"Hey girl."

I sighed. A girl could dream. Since I do have manners, I made eye contact and gave him a small smile. That's when he started licking his lips and rubbing his hands together like he was putting lotion on. Why do men think that's hot? Who asked you to do that?