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"𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔"
"𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 '𝒆𝒎 𝒊'𝒎 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕"
"𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔"
"𝒊 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕"
"𝒊 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕"
"𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒔, 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒔"
"𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒕𝒚 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒕𝒚 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕"
"𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕"
"𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒕𝒚 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒕𝒚 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕"
"𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕"

'Ugh, this is my song!' I gushed to myself mentally

I walked around the brass golden pole on stage in the red-lit room hearing nothing but guys. The immature 'I just turned eighteen's' and then there were the old pervs who didn't say a word but the stares and touching often told what they didn't.

I then held the pole letting my body slide gradually down it until I fell into a controlled split, rolling out of it to grind against the floor.

That's when I felt the crisp hundreds falling against my body. The only thing that's going to put a smile on my face.

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'God, I hope it's not another creep' I thought to myself as I walked down the long stretched hallway towards the VIP room.

The money I collected from this night alone was already about $6,500. But I just had to be requested right as I was about to leave.

The only thing that kept me here was my boss' words.

'Rich kid inherited his father's multibillion-dollar company, so his pockets are deep'

All I could think about was getting home and going to sleep, but if I was ever going to get out of this club, I was going to need all that was offered.

"Gustav I don't give a shit, figure out what the fuck to do!" The kid nagged to what looked like his brothers, if not his friends as he sat in the lounge chair placed in the middle of the room.

I then walked into the room his gaze following me the closer I got to him.

"Have fun bro!" The short-haired brunette man said

My eyes seemed to settle on his beautiful dark blue ones and then his plump lips.

The lights dimmed and I began to twist my hips seductively before placing my palms on his shoulders gently swaying my ass to the sound of the music.

I then trailed my hands down his firm chest as his eyes stayed with mines and not my body which was surprising.

Lifting myself into his lap, I began to grind onto his crotch before he softly grabbed my waist. Usually, I'd curse a man's existence.

But his hands were compelling and tender.

As I kept going doing my thing, he gently spoke, "Why are you working here prinsessa?"

I laughed sarcastically while continuing to dance and said "Because I have to"

He bit his lip and said while slowly batting his eyes at me "No you don't"

"You are so cute," I said pinching his cheek with a smile somewhat intrigued by his ethereal nature

The music then stopped and I sighed lifting from his lap before he grabbed my wrist gently causing me to rest my eyes back on his.

"Thanks, but you must stay I'll pay for the rest of the night if you could give me your time" He plead

"I have to get home. I know you probably wouldn't understand this but these grave shifts are hell. Plus, the creeps are out this time a night."

"What's your name?" He then asked ignoring my last statement

"What's your name?" I asked smirking at him

"Liam Svensson...and you?" He rebutted running his tongue over his lips swiftly

"Jalanii." I giggled

'Shit...don't keep looking at him.'

"Beautiful name for a beautiful woman, huh?" He then said

"I guess you could say that cutie...I have to go."

"Take my number...I want to see you soon and here's an appreciation gift." He said rising from the chair towering over me

He then leaned down, his lips now not even a centimeter away and his cologne filling my nostrils, "I want to see you again...outside of this dump."

"Maybe." I retorted in a challenging tone before brushing my index finger over his lips pushing him away

"Goodbye, Liam," I said as I began walking out of the VIP room

"Jalanii..." He called softly making me turn while slightly leaning against the door

"Yes...?"

"Take this and retire." He said before handing me a Bottega duffel bag

I laughed lowly and said "Whatever's in this bag isn't enough for me to retire yet baby"

"I'll let you be the judge of that vacker kvinna." (beautiful lady)

I bit my lip and laughed inaudibly to myself before walking out of the VIP with the heavy duffle in my hand.

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I bit my top lip and shook my head with a small laugh as I eyed the money wrapped in bands that lay in this duffle.

"Rich boys" I muttered noticing this was a little over 40,000$

I sighed to myself leaning back against the fluffy carpet of my room with all the money I had counted from tonight surrounding me.

I had to see him again, to thank him.

His eyes seemed to be the only thing clouding my mind as I stared at the ceiling thinking about the night it had been.

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"Oliver, what the fuck is she thinking or feeling?" I seethed pacing back and forth

My older brother, Oliver, then rolled his eyes and said "I'm trying to figure it out but you keep yelling Oliver this, Oliver that"

I glared at him and then said "To say you have the power of feeling and reading emotions you sure don't know how to work it."

"Listen, little brother, don't get your panties in a bunch!" Oliver rebutted

"Yeah, I forgot your balls could fit in panties, I'm out of your league big brother" I rebutted

Gustavo's laughter then began intruding our conversation before Oliver motioned for him to stop so he could concentrate.

"What your sparkly mind won't work if I laugh?!" He teased continuing to laugh

"Gustav, SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I yelled

"Damn, alright, this girl has got you ready to pounce like a motherfuc- I will just see myself out." Gustav ranted walking out of the room

"She's really hard to read. She is thinking you're beautiful...sweet, which you're not. She enjoyed being close to you and thinks you're a mystery. Everything else she's thinking I refuse to say out loud, just know she wants to have sex with you." He concluded making me smirk to myself

"Of course she does," I replied smugly

"She also doesn't like arrogant bastards." Oliver snickered making me glare angrily over at him.

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