“You,” Frankie says tiredly, pointing at me as he closes the door behind him, “are not allowed to ask anything about this. You got that? Also, you never, ever saw it. I was here all night.” I put my hands up, letting him know that I agree to these terms. “Good,” Frankie murmurs, and he sighs wit
“Nico,” I sigh, shaking my head at him, “I sincerely doubt any strippers give you any real insight into their lives, especially after you run out of money.” Frankie laughs at me, glancing at Nico, before nudging me with his foot and holding out his phone. “What do you want for lunch?” I take the
I stare up at Christian’s face at a complete loss for words. Christian’s expression instantly softens as he sees the true hurt in my eyes. “Shit,” he murmurs, stepping forward and shaking his head, reaching for me. “Iris, I –“ But I take a step back, not wanting him to touch me now. “Is that…is
I stare unblinking at him for a moment, captivated by his dark eyes, the serious set to his mouth, the feel of his calloused hand on my cheek. “All right,” I whisper, nodding once. “But in exchange…I need more.” Christian cocks an eyebrow at me. “You can’t have more, Iris. This is it. I’m sorry.
Christian clutches the edge of his sink so hard that his fingers ache. God damn it – that fucking woman. He was so close, so close to losing control a few moments ago when she’d bent his head back like that, brought her mouth so close that he could feel her breath on his lips. A groan slips fr
“You got it, baby,” she replies, laughing. Christian slides into the driver’s seat and starts the car, tossing his now-dark phone into the passenger’s seat. Without another word or a thought as to what’s happening upstairs, he drives out of the garage and into the dark streets. I sink back onto
I fall asleep on the couch later, after I finish placing all my orders and giving Christian’s credit card one hell of a workout. Frankie and Nico pretend not to notice that I’m unwilling to go back to my room, letting me curl up on the couch under the little grey throw-blanket. I don’t talk to them
He stares at me for a further second before a little smirk pulls at the side of his mouth. “No,” he replies, shaking his head. “Not really.” “Sucks for you,” I mutter, falling back against my pillows and turning my back to him, scowling, still a little pissed about everything that happened last ni