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"Welp, never mind. Charlotte, can I talk to you for a minute in the bedroom?" She follows me to the bedroom, and I shut the door behind us.
"Why the hell didn't you tell me you brought him inside? I walked out there in a towel!"
"What are you so afraid of? We're strippers. We show our bodies for a living," I roll my eyes.
"There is a difference between showing our bodies on the stage and showing our bodies for free to strangers. Just because we are strippers doesn't mean we don't respect our bodies," I saw her look at the ground, sad.
"It's ok. Honey, we must have respect for ourselves and others, and I'm pretty sure he doesn't want a free show," I see her grinning.
"I would give him a free show. He's hot," I see Charlotte bite her lip.
"Sweetheart, never show your body for free. Everything comes with a price," I walk to my dresser, drop my towel, and Charlotte covers her eyes.
"You literally just said have respect for your body, but yet you're dropping your towel in front of me."
"I trust you with my body, that's why, plus I know what the cost is," I laugh, knowing that I torture her by dropping it, and I see her leave the room annoyed.
I slip on blue with black lace underwear and a matching bra. I rub lotion on my face and body. It feels so good to moisturize after getting out of the shower. I slide on some grey shorts with blue trim and a black tank top. I comb my hair and tie it up into a messy bun. I then put on my dinosaur band-aid. Good enough.
I grab my towel and throw it into the laundry bin. Swish! I walk out of the room. Evan looks up at me and smiles.
"So sorry about the inconvenience. I didn't know we had guests," I walk to the kitchen connected to the living room.
"It's okay. I make mistakes all the time," I look at Evan and see Charlotte looking at Evan with fuck me eyes.
Well, I guess she found her next boyfriend or the next fling. Evan turns from looking at me to looking at the stripper pole in the living room.
"I guess you're wondering why we have a pole in the middle of the living room?"
"It's because we're exotic dancers," Charlotte blurts out before I can say anything more.
"Not, really, exotic. We're strippers. That's why we came home late. We usually come home late every night. Sorry," Charlotte looks at me with angry eyes.
"Well, I'm going to take a shower since Eva is out. Don't worry I won't take long," I see her look at me with a don't fuck this up for me look.
I see her smile at Evan and then leave into the bedroom. He then looks at me.
"So, Eva?"
"Yeah, my name's Evangeline, but my friends call me Eva. You can call me Eva," He smiles.
"So, strippers?"
"Yeah, I mean, it has a lot of hate, and people put negative vibes on it, but it pays well. The managers treat us well. They'll spoil you on holidays or birthdays. The owners are all amazing except our newest one. Would you like some tea?" I start making some tea.
"Newest one? No thanks, I'm not a big fan of tea."
"Yeah, our newest owner, who's supposed to buy the club, is a rich snob and wants everything his way." I grab myself a cup of tea.
"I never knew strip clubs could be bought out."
"They can if you're rich enough and offer the owner a new price they can't refuse," I roll my eyes and take a sip of tea.
"Oh, before I forget," I see him reach to the coffee table and grab the mail.
"I picked up the mail that you dropped. You were in such a hurry to get inside that I didn't get a chance to hand it to you."
"Oh, thank you. I was in a hurry to take a shower and get the day off. I didn't know I dropped it," Knowing I ripped off the biggest lie of the century, I set my tea down and grab the mail from his hands.
Our hands touch. Dang, he has some soft hands. He clears his throat. Did he feel something?
"I would invite you to my welcome party, not to be rude, but from the letter on top, I'd say I have to throw a goodbye party too," I look at the letter on top and see the eviction notice letter I'd open. Shit.
"Don't worry about it. I'm not leaving. I have to talk about it to the owner. He keeps trying to blackmail me with eviction notices to try and fuck me."
"Isn't that illegal?" If I'm hearing this right, Evan sounds concerned. I chuckle and smile.
"It's illegal to cover his car in honey and foil, but yet someone still did it," I wink at him.
"I've been here for four years, going on five next month, and we have our fights, but I wouldn't choose another place over this. This is the only place that has felt like home. Well, since... a long time. That and the balcony view of the city is stunning," I clear my thoughts and look at Evan and see him smiling at me.
"Well, I bet the view is very beautiful, and I'm glad you're not going away yet. We have a lot to talk about and get to know each other, maybe over coffee or tea sometime?" I smile.
"I would love to sometime. So, I heard you're throwing a welcome party. What kind of party are you throwing?"
"Ooooo, a party," I look at Charlotte, and her blonde wavy hair is still wet from the shower.
I see she's wearing a long white shirt that hangs off her shoulder and shows her pink bra strap. It looks like she has no pants on, but she does.
This is, as she calls it, her flirt clothes. She is utter perfection and always gets the guy. I'm honestly jealous of how she gets all the hot guys just by batting her eyes while I'm over here looking like a raccoon. I see her slide onto the couch next to Evan.
"Yeah, I'm throwing a masquerade as a welcome party this Friday at 8 p.m. You're both invited if you want to come?" Evan looks at me.
"Oh, you know we will be there," I hear Charlotte say, and Evan's glare is still on me.
"I can see what I have in the closet and pop by," He smiled big.
"I look forward to seeing you both there," He then turned his attention to Charlotte as she was trying to get it.
I set the mail on the counter and fix myself a chicken salad sandwich. I can feel eyes watching me with every move. Creepy.
I sit on the barstool at the counter to eat my sandwich. I text Charlotte to charge my phone when she gets done. I play some romantic, smooth music on my phone to help them set the mood.
I look at my mail whilst taking big bites of my sandwich, trying to look unattractive, to make Charlotte look better. Trust me, it works. I examine my letters. I don't recognize one of these, and the other was an outrageous cable bill.
I look all around the front and back of the new letter. Nothing on it that says where it's from. Just my name on it. I opened it up and found a whole-ass-written letter just to remind me that I have a "meeting" tomorrow night with Mr. Winters at 8 p.m. I roll my eyes at it, crumble it up, and throw it in the trash. I then grab my packages and open them.
One was new lotions and scrubs for sensitive skin. The other is a normal black stopwatch. Finally, this comes in, I can stop using my Dora the Explorer watch. I throw my trash away, set a lotion and a scrub on the table for Charlotte, and mouth "for you," when she looks over at me.
I took my stuff and went to my bedroom. I hear Charlotte's fake giggle, and I roll my eyes. I know she was flirting with him. I close the door behind me, and all I can hear is the muffled smooth, romantic music.
I put my things on my dresser, and I plop down on my bed. I cover up with cold covers and let my face soothe down on my cold pillow as I drift away into a slumber of pitch darkness.
Falling. I try to gasp for air, but every time I take a breath, I breathe in water. Falling deeper, into the abyss as the light fades between bright and dark.
"Evangeline?" A familiar male voice called for me.
I see a warm hand reach out for me, but as I reach for it, I fall deeper into the abyss.
"Wake up!" The voice got closer.
"Damn it, Evangeline! I can't lose you again! Wake up!" I suddenly rush from the bottom of the deep water to the surface causing me to gasp for air.
My eyes open, and I find myself on the floor gasping for air. Shit. I get off the cold floor and look at my bed. I see Charlotte fast asleep on it. Huh, looks like she already scored. I look at the clock on my dresser. 3:30 a.m. Shit.
Another bad dream. I walk out of the bedroom and to the kitchen. I get a drink of water, and I look around the living room. I notice water bottles on the coffee table. I threw them in the trash and went to the front door to make sure it was locked. I went back to the bedroom and noticed the window was open letting in a cool breeze.
Huh, I didn't leave it open and certainly wasn't open whenever I went to get a drink. Oh well, I then close the window and shut the curtains. 3:45 a.m.
A couple more hours and I have to wake up. I hop in bed next to Charlotte and cover myself up. She scoots closer to me and snuggles against me as I drift off back to sleep.
My eyes crept open to the sound of my alarm going off.
"Mmm, Eva, turn it off," I look at Charlotte, and she has a pillow over her head to muzzle out the noise. 6 a.m. I turn the alarm off. Ugh, I need coffee.
I get up from bed, comb my hair, and plop it into a messy bun. I change into gym clothes. I look in the mirror above my dresser. At least I look decent without makeup.
I put lavender-vanilla deodorant on and grab my other stuff. The bright hallway light flashes in my eyes and halfway blinds me as I walk out the door.
I put my sunglasses on and head towards the elevator. I push the button to go down and lean against the back of the elevator. I shut my eyes to zone out.
"Wait! Hold the elevator!" I open my eyes and see Evan rushing to the elevator. I hold the doors open as he enters the elevator.
"I'm so glad you held it open. I didn't think you'd be up this early," I see him smiling at me. It's early in the morning. Why the hell is he talking to me?
"Yeah, you know what they say. The early worm gets the bird," I slur over my words, sounding drunk, and Evan chuckles.
"Not a morning person, huh?"
"I'm more of a night person."
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-End Of Chapter 4-
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