IT GETS BETTER WITH TIME. <NOT EDITED>

Chapter Twenty Eight-strip club

"So, where are we going?" Enhle squirms excitedly.

"No where," I mumble with a frown, gulping my sour orange juice down.

I would personally just like to have Nathi wrap his gentle arms around me and cuddle me as we do nothing at all but just munch on the junk food we order. Just like last year, only difference would be, I'm not pregnant this time around.

"Really now? So no free food?" Sbongi frowns.

"Please tell Kevin so take you out," Bongi jokes nudging her but Sbongi ignores her and continues munching on her ribs.

Someone really wants to be fat.

"Can we go out please," Enhle pleads.

"That would be awesome. A strip club?" Khanyi suggests.

Oh god, no. No. No. I'm not going anywhere near a stripe club.

"I'm in. When last did I go there," Bongi raises her glass before she messily gulps it down.

She's already drunk.

I remain quiet and observe as these girls make a decision like I don't even exist in their girlfriend circle.

"I'm pregnant, seems like you have forgotten," Sbongi rolls her eyes.

That could be our escape plan because in a million years, I've never imagined going to a strip club before. It feels weird to even suggest my wellbeing to praise half naked men dancing for money or any other thing for that matter.

"Who said pregnant woman don't go to a strip club?" Khanyi arches her brows.

"Oh no, no. She's not going anywhere near the strip club," I blurt.

Unbelievable. But knowing these girls, no doesn't exist in their vocabulary.

"In fact, that's not a bad idea," Sbongi mutters with a mischievous grin.

She got me pretty good.

"I'm glad we agree," Bongi hiccups with a satisfactory smirk.

"Are you insane?" I question taking a huge sip of my juice again.

"How about we go now?" Enhle grins already placing the bill on the table.

I choke on my drink and I cough hideously.

"Perfect," Khanyi stands up, ready to walk out through the double door entrance.

Am I the only one who thinks this is such a bad idea?

I failed convincing them anyway.

"I have work tomorrow," I complain.

"Would you just shut up," Sbongi warns.

I can't believe she said that. Typical pregnant Sbongi who should not even set foot inside the strip club.

Of course it took some convincing and bribery for the bouncers to let us in since of course we have someone with a baby belly.

"I can't believe you guys really made me come here," I yell through the loud music, mesmerized by the crowded club.

"Well, you better believe it. Now please enjoy and shut up," Bongi warns.

My eyes are completely glued to the men whom are dancing seductively flawless and effortlessly on the stage once we've finally made our way to the front. Their muscles are broad and abs too mouthwatering sexy and slippery because of the shiney oil they keep lotioning themselves with.

One of the guys motion down to Khanyi who is crazily cheerful and does a lap dance for her while she keeps throwing money at him.

Coming here wasn't a bad idea at all because I'm actually enjoying this.