A DEAL WITH MY BESTFRIEND'S HUSBAND

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the backstage entrance, the bass vibrating beneath m

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d piercing straight through my ears. My body lowered closer to the f

my smile for w

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floor shake;

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my limbs around the pole, I felt a heated gaze fixed directly on my face. I hid my sudden curiosity with a fake s

e.

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low.

worth, and I

desires, but that one person kept their gaze locked onto my face. My eyes searched tirele

g my legs as I whined my waist se

ause for a second, but the loud, thumping beat dragged me right back to reality. I forc

kept dancing, moving my body effortlessly according to the rhythm. I tried my absolute best

sn't on my waist, nor was it on my body; his facial expression was compl

rty minutes yet, so why had the music dropped? The DJ simply shrugged. Claps and cheers erupted through the

ed out. I turned

mouth to ask why my set was c

ce session. Get goi

utted toward the VIP section and stepped inside the room, almost freezing in my tra

level of professionalism, I understood he might not want a conversation.

ed man just sat there-cold, distant, and seemingly oblivious to the seductive p

eact, to make him look at my body, to actually notice me. My body lowered to the floor as I twerk

head, and almost screamed-he was standing right in front

my chest as my nose was suddenly en

lar bills. My eyes drifted to the money in utter confusion, but my hands... oh God, my

ord, he wal

turned back toward me, his expression still impos

ng there in an awkward, heavy silence whil

?!" I asked again, becoming incre

up to my face. I tapped my fingers against my forehead, trying to break the tens

use I don't want any other

ly rooted to the spot in shock and confusion. Before I could even r