Sister's Keeper

lian Parker, shouted from behind me. She prefers to go

hidden. "Yeah, I know." I said with a sigh, "Another nig

st got to get on with it. Think of the money; it's not like you're relishing all

what the money was intended for and how important this job was to me. "Yeah, I know. But, sometimes it's...it's just hard to remember that

ve got this, Naya

taking a deep breath. "Gu

in owning this miserable strip club. Matthew's narcissistic behavior wasn't just evident in his grumpy attitude; it was in the way he manip

that didn't stop him from flirting with me occasionally. I've contemplated quitting countless times. But then reality hits. Jobs that don't require qualifications ar

lips are painted a bright red that feels like a mask. This job, dancing at the club, isn't what I had plan

ft waves over my shoulders. Next, I reached for my makeup bag, touched my eyeliner, and added a

l you?" I asked, pointing to the

practiced flick of her wris

"Glam queen, huh? More l

ou look amazing with your long leg

odest now, Nay, you have great tits and ass. Why do you think.

"Because h

She says an

, the shiny black leather hugging my feet perfectly. They add an extra few inches to my height,

d his life, she couldn't bear the thought of one of her children doing something that claimed her husband's life. So, when my career path veered towards dancing, she was furious. However, unable t

my thighs. The material barely covers me, but that's the point. I tug at the neckline of my top, pushing up my

d?" Lil chirps, mischie

then, my phone buzzes with an incoming call from my mother. Ignoring it,

cranes her neck to

er,"

?" Lil inquires. "

the past two months. Mom's incessant calls, demanding a portion of my earnings from the st

home, guzzling expensive wine until she was drunk and wasted, and then demanding more money from me afte

t. After Princeton, she married Archibald Rico Denzel, one of the wealthiest and most influential billionaires in the city. It's

amiliar thump of the bass vibrating on the floor. The club is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of cheap

ntal note to visit my doctor for a check-up and new contacts. The music swells, and I let it wash over me, gu

ht of Lil, serving drinks at the bar, giving me a thumbs-up. I smirked slightly in her direction. Her supp

nergy, allowing it to fuel my dance. I lose myself in the routine, each step, each turn, each shimmy carefully choreographed to keep

to dance. I can almost feel his warm hand guiding mine, leading me in graceful steps acros

ove to the rhythm, pushing the thought

es mother want t