Kayla’s POV "I have begged you. Please, don't do this. Chloe is my only friend. If I don't get to keep her, who am I supposed to keep around me?" "First Lady," he said coldly. "I know you two are friends." "Hmm," I exhaled tiredly. "First Lady is like a mother to me in the world of strippers. Not only that, but she's way older. She's someone I can relate to more than I can with a friend. Chloe is around my age. Don't deny me this luxury, please." He went mute again for a while. He looked around as if searching for his next words, his next condition to keep me from going. "Then, I'm coming with you." My eyes dilated in surprise. He would come with me. But he had a party to attend. Why would he want to miss out on his welcoming party? "You want to come with me," I said in a surprised tone. "But you have a party to attend tonight. It's your welcoming party." He flipped out his phone and placed a call. "Hello, terminate the event tonight. Let it be tomorrow night. Th
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