CHAPTER 4
Nirah
MY FRIDAY STARTED off good— I wasn’t buying it at all .
No unnecessarily mean customers at the cafe, and the club wasn’t too packed.
When my feet started hurting, I plopped down onto one of the bar stools to take a two second break.
I glanced around and noticed Marco laughing in the distance as he patted one of the guys’ backs. They joined in laughter until they parted ways. I subconsciously smiled. I’m happy that Marco is happy. He deserves it; he’s a great guy.
I followed Marco’s steps until he stopped in front of… Mr. Jackass ?
They shook hands, a solid grip, and Marco was once again happily grinning from ear to ear. The conversation looked serious as though they were talking business. Whilst Marco spoke, Mr. Jackass’s tongue came out to wet his bottom lip as his eyes immediately landed on me. He caught me staring.
With my heart racing, I sent him a closed mouth smile and a little finger wave. His eyes darted back to Marco as their conversation continued.
He always looked dashing in his perfectly fitted suits.
I also noticed the ink barely peaking out from beneath his collar.
My eyes followed his extended hand toward Marco.
The back of his hand and his fingers were covered in tattoos.
They shook hands again, and a gentle throbbing slipped between my thighs.
Oh—fuck. Don’t do this to me. Yes, I get it.
You like tattoos. But do you seriously have to like his tattoos?
The conversation ended, and Mr. Jackass found himself back at my table.
I hopped up and strolled over. “And what can I get you, my attractive stalker ?”
“I’ve been upgraded to attractive stalker,” he casually stated. “And, you can start by getting me a Bourbon,” he ordered, pulling his cellphone, which had just vibrated out of his breast pocket. “And don’t take your time. You don’t see me getting any younger.”
“No way,” I gasped.
He kept his voice flat—uninterested. “What?”
“Out of every single table here, you’re always at this one because you know it’s mine, and you love ordering me around.”
His tone shifted as he kept his eyes on his screen. “Really?”
“Oh, yeah. I’m onto you,” I narrowed my eyes at him.
“You’re not that important for me to waste my time on,” he looked up at me. “Correction. I don’t find you that interesting.”
“Easy, sweetheart . No need to get so defensive,” I grinned. “Do you get off on ordering me around?”
“You’re curious as to what gets me off?” he shot back—his voice laced with humor—and my face heated up.
“Nope,” I popped the P. “Never mind,” I shook my head, turning my back on him as I headed over to the bar.
“Hey, NJ,” London—one of the dancers—called out to me as I made Mr. Stalker’s drink. “I need a favor.”
London was one of my good friends as well. She’s a single mother to a little boy that I adored.
With fidgeting long, manicured nails, she looked up at me and suddenly brushed her dirty blonde hair out of her face.
“Mind setting up the sexiest baby mamma you know up with that hot guy?” she leaned in to whisper, and my brows furrowed. Sure, why not?
“Have your pick, and I’ll do my best,” I assured her as I extended my hand toward the crowd.
“Ugh,” she groaned, rolling her eyes as she turned her back on the crowd. “No, Nirah. Your hot guy. The one at your table. You two seem really close, so please?” Ironic, since I don’t even know his name.
“Sure,” I agreed.
“Don’t forget to mention I’m a mother!” she called out from behind.
I approached his table, setting his drink down in front of him, and slipped into the seat in front of him, leaning my forearms on the table.
“So, my friend London thinks you’re hot. She wants to know if you’re single and interested in a sexy baby mamma.” Her words, not mine. I was threatened.
“Yes to the single. No to the…” he trailed off with knitted brows. “Other thing.”
“Oh, come on. She’s smart, talented, cute, and freakishly flexible, if u know what I mean.”
“Yes, to the single. No, to the other thing.” he sternly repeated himself.
“Fine.”
“Do you get off on setting up really hot single men?” he almost arrogantly asked. He was definitely mocking me.
“I finally get it…” I trailed off.
For the first time since I had met him, he seemed intrigued. “What?”
“Why you’re single,” I smiled before getting up and heading to my next table. I know my life’s motto is hot and sexy trumps arrogance, but boy, was I wrong.
I later ran into London again and kindly broke the news to her. I didn’t really know how, so I simply said that he wasn’t interested in dating right now, and I could tell she was a tad bit upset.
She brushed it off, so I hugged her, then headed over to Giovanni’s table.
“ Bella ,” he smiled, angling his body toward me, and I threw my arms around his neck.
“Hey Gio.”
“How’s my favorite girl doing?” he asked, and I broke the hug.
“Never better.”
“You’re really talented,” one of the men at the table complimented, and I politely smiled.
“Thank you.”
“I told you she was the best, didn’t I?” Giovanni confidently asked. “And, by the way,” he said, and I turned my head to him. “This color lipstick is definitely my favorite,” he whispered, staring at my red lips. Tonight’s shade was leaning more towards burgundy.
“Well, then I guess I should be wearing it more often.” My reply gained me a heartwarming chuckle from him as he lifted his glass to his lips with his free hand resting on my lower back.
I stood up straight as one of the men asked Giovanni a question, and my eyes traveled around the room, landing on him .
He brought the glass up to his lips but stopped as he turned his head in my direction. He finished his drink in one go and waved me over. My jaw dropped, and I softly groaned, biting down on my teeth.
“Excuse me,” I politely excused myself.
Irritably, I walked over—completely and utterly dumbfounded. “You did not, just wave me over.”
His reply was casual. “Yes. I did.”
“Well, what is it?” I asked, evidently annoyed by him.
“Bring me another,” he handed me his empty glass.
“Are you driving home?” I hesitantly asked. Just because I don’t like the man, doesn’t mean I want his car wrapped around a tree—with him inside.
“The world must be coming to an end if you’re concerned about me.”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh, quit being an ass. I’m trying to be nice.”
“You’re failing,” he effortlessly pointed out, and I bit my tongue. He’s a customer, Nirah.
And once again, he was mocking me. “I can hold my liquor, sweetheart. ” Woah .
My lips wanted to curve into a smile, but I tried my absolute best not to give in and allow him the satisfaction of seeing me smile because of what he said. “You should keep it,” I nodded. “You say it better.”
“Of course, I do. I do everything better,” he confidently said as I took the empty glass from him.
“Arrogant much?” I scoffed.
“Nervous?” he challenged me.
“You’re annoying.”
“And you’re really hot for me,” he shot back, and my mouth slightly gaped open in disbelief.
“You’re blind.”
“You’re attracted to me.”
“You’re delusional”
“You’re sexy.”
“I—y—God you’re annoying,” I groaned.
“Told you I’m better.”
“No, but you are the absolute best at being a pain in the ass; I’ll give you that much.”
“You’ll love it. Trust me,” he stared me down, and heat crawled up the nape of my neck.
“You’re truly a menace to society, you creepy stalker,” I muttered.
“And you’re interesting, Nirah Joy .”
“Thought you said I wasn’t interesting.”
“I changed my mind.”
“Mi amor,” Silvia called out, stopping next to me. “Come on,” he demanded, gabbing my arm. “Jordan just got here,” she excitedly dragged me away. We made our way to Jordan, but Marco stopped us. “Baby, you’re up.”
“No, I still have a few hours,” I protested.
“Yes, I know, and I’m sorry, but Theo got sick, and London had to rush home. I need you to fill in for her.”
I was drained and was thankful that I only had a few shows tonight, but on the other hand, I love London and Theo, so I’ll do it for them. I just hope the little guy’s okay.
I got up on stage, but tonight, it felt different. I felt different. After my performance on the pole, I danced towards the edge of the stage.
My regulars really seemed to like that as they pushed a bunch of dollar bills into the traps of my panties.
Silvia was front and center—on a customers lap—as she screamed, cheering me on.
On all fours, I slowly crawled toward one of the men I had never seen before, and his eyes held my stare.
I reached forward, wrapping his tie around my fist as I tugged his head toward my chest. He smirked, looking up at me with lust glistening behind his dark eyes.
He shoved bills between my breasts, and I innocently smiled at him, pushing him back on his chair.
His friends cheered in approval, and I sent him one last seductive finger wave before heading backstage. Oh, I’m going to have fun with him.
After making my way down, Silvia called out to me, and I walked to the same group of men.
“Meet Nicolas,” she grinned—still sitting on one the customers lap.
“ Nic ,” he grinned at me, taking my hand in his as he pulled me onto his lap.
I lowered my tone. “It’s so nice to meet you, Nic ,” I trailed my hand over his shoulder and down his bicep. Our eyes stayed locked, and I could tell that he was very interested in me.
I slipped my arm around his shoulder, making sure to keep my chest in his eye level. He leaned in to my ear and whispered mischievously, “I want a private session with you.”
My heart jumped at the offer, but after years of experience with all sorts of men, I learned how to keep my composure.
I lifted my hand to his face, gently running my nails along his beard. “Give me a second, yeah?” I whispered against his lips, and he nodded.
Purposely, I pushed my ass back into his crotch as I stood up. I left, swaying my hips in the process, and headed straight to Marco.