The Billionaire's Stripper

ed by the chatters of Paige, who stood behind the bar table, Blaire, ena, and Amy who occupied the bar stools at the front. I looked at my right-hand side to see Donovan walking up wi

's shoulder befo

everyone's attention "I'm so sorry

Abby's plea "what are you doin

her stool to look at Don. "What she's sick again?" Don and

replied "I was gettin

g from Don to me, a smile on her lips "the club's manager giving Kel

this, Blaire"

sey?" she gave me a sus

lling to leave my mouth, hating every second

mind your own busi

e watched me "how you're always letting other people stand up

oulder bag. I imagined myself slapping the tooth out of her loud mouth but that was ju

d back the tears. I'm such a cry baby. Slowly, I pushed myself towards the sink mirror, staring back at myself, wonderin

nd I saw through the m

el

ly" I quickly d

you know better than anyone else that everything'

It's so hard to be

hing bad is gonna happen to you here. We both know B

ic and dependent girl. Me being here,it's like I'm letting

can't be on our own sometimes. Don't feel ba

felt a strange feeling of depression enfold me. "I don't know, Abby. I just feel like I've let Don do

ginity or anything. It is your choice to keep it an

harder and harder everyday to pr

ops me and we both turned to see Blaire walking in, a

?!" Abby roared at her "eavesdrop

ou see I've always known there was something peculiar about you but now it turns out to be something even way more interesting. "You maniac,"she laughs sinisterly "do you k

it all. Blaire was out of her mind an

hmm?," She brings up her phone "why don't I just cal

as she punched on h

t I was doing, I was slapping the phone away from her hand. I saw and

e's raging eyes, I knew this was it for m

cheek, the sound of her hand slapping across my face

nd was too sharp in my ear as I cr

could say as tears threatening

ed to glare at me. I felt Abby's hand

idence was coming from but I was suddenly filled with so much energy, so

ou think you're so great

r did when you're no different from everyone here, when you're just as pathetic as every other person here! You're just a pathetic wannabe hiding under the shadows of these walls you and I stand in! Pretending to be this amazing,killer person when you're nothing but a piece of shit just like the rest of us. You walk on high horses like your father built this place. If your father was that well off, maybe he even own a couple of com

around, stinging hard. But instead of cradling my cheek, I slapped her back. Her fac

elped in pain,tried to reach for her hair too since she was taller than I am. When I grabbed hold of her hair, I yanked her head down, causing he

Sean interveins,

of my heart as I watched Blaire with so

Sean screams, his hands still s

on't you fucking yel

. I picked up my bag from the floor and stormed out, toward

t the front bar, her hand running up my face

fine,

nally stood up to Blaire and o

y wrist. I didn't know where we were goi

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lled up in front of the small estate ho

Your house?" I a

d, stepping out. I sighed before reluctantly getting out of the car a

r us. Of course he was. He's your typical kind of Mexican thug. he has a hefty, tall and well built muscular body structure from all his regular body fitting exer

. He's always too rude and straight forward and never welcomed me into the house. Back in the days, I'd thought he only usually has bad mood swings that I just always happ

g her bag down on the couch "wh

job today so I ca

obably thinking about the same thing. Does Diego never have any 'job

tell me you were bringing a friend over, Abigail"

sorry, am I supposed to tell you f

ill your big brother and you have to

he only time you know ho

sed to mean,huh?" He corners

when I need you and you just pop up one mo

ou see that? Don't anything ever get into tha

oing everything around here. I'm doing something to

erstanding what they were yelling at each other when they started talking in

better from mine. Both of them. Born to a Mexican father and a naive American mo

heir mother was a reckless drunk who died of lung cancer when she was eleven and Diego wa

years I realized we'd bonded so much, we were pretty much the same. We shared the same screwed up life. We had pretty much the same family too. While she had a responsible father and an irrespo

st night, huh?" Diego says in engl

me again?!" Ab

Abby! Who was that man? Because

ness, Diego! And stop sending your st

than just bartendering!" That said he stormed towards me, then disappeared out t

t like coming h

y, Kel," she dab

nd over her back and tried to sooth her. "You did

do. It's why he's been acting so strange to me and fighting me on every little thing

e's just c

kno

le

nd left the house. I tried to stop him from leaving but he didn't listen to me. When our father came back from work later I told him what had happened and he left too to se

sorry" I sai

are if he was gone or not. You know," she looks at me now " t

do

thinks he lured dad to his

e. Come here" I pu

ntinued to sob "he's always so agressi

tears. "I'm really sorry," she said, trying to laugh but her v

. I'm here for

" you know...... Stephe

u were with

now I've met a lot of men in th

ord. When a woman uses that wo

t be ridiculous, Kelsey. I mean sure, he knows

h, A

y good in bed, yo

no t

ally like him and I really don't want Diego meddling in that. He always has a problem w

laughter "wh

o break up with me if he wanted to keep his life. He'd threatened t

W

he takes in a

got a few mexican food, wan

re.

ed to be back at th

ds the kitchen an

ng for the club. My other roommates had arrived by now and were getting ready for the club. The sight gave me headaches. I took a showe

what had happened at Abby's house. I