I looked across the section to Ashton, wondering if I could get his attention to tell him to check his phone. That way, I would BBM him to ask what would happen after I left here. The woman, Wet-Wet, was on the floor right in front of Ashton’s long legs. Her legs were straight up in the air as she balanced on her shoulders. She scissored her curvy legs, opening and closing them to give him flash views of her pussy. Ashton sat up, elbows on his knees as he looked down on her, throwing singles at her crotch. His head and eyelids stayed low, but eyes rolled up, shooting into me. Annoyed again, I threw my attention to my phone.
Samantha: Okay. I’m here if you need me. Glad you’re being celebrated by a real man.
I had a visual of her eye roll when reading that. Not wanting to eye-hustle and see tits, ass, and horny boys, I kept my attention on my phone. There wasn’t much to do in it, but I found my way to my email. My chest lifted as I pulled in a breath at his name. Ragee sent me an email with Happy Birthday in the subject. It was an e-card. I tapped until it took me to a website where I saw a cute, colorful card with a message by him.
I know wherever you are and whatever you’re doing it includes overthinking. Take a break today and celebrate you. You’re a blessing. Raj
That made me smile. God, I didn’t want to smile. Before opening his email, I felt lots of shit; happiness wasn’t one of them. My eyes swung up and over to Ashton. He wasn’t there. The girl was gone, too. In that short time of ignoring him, Ashton had left.
Private room…
I wanted to ask Paulie, but he was in no condition to follow much. Ashton left for privacy with the dancer. He’s got a girlfriend! Why would he go back there with Wet-Wet? That’s when Ragee’s words did help me. I decided to go. No overthinking that. There was no need to announce it to the guys. They wouldn’t care if the place was on fire right now. These guys were having their wet dreams fulfilled. So I stood and grabbed my clutch, then headed to the door.
The bouncers nodded to acknowledge me as I passed them in the entrance. One even asked if I was okay.
“Yeah. Ummm…” I couldn’t see out the door. There were no see-through windows. “I think my ride’s here.”
“The limo?” I thought for a second, remembering it was a limo for my fake date last month. Then I nodded. “He’s been out there for a while.” The beefy man, as big as Ashton’s uncle, June, led me to the door and opened it.
For sure, there was a limo, possibly the same I used for my fake date. Possibly. It was black, and beyond that, I knew nothing about makes and models. It didn’t matter anyway. I just wanted out of here. My heels clacked against the gravel of rocks on the ground as I moved quickly to the running car. It was the end of November, and my stupid ass didn’t wear a coat. I didn’t care. I was getting out of this strip club and away from that confusing—and obviously cheating—human. No more. I was done playing his head game. This would be the last night.
“Ms. Tori.” The same driver from my fake date was out of the front seat and opening the back door for me. Dressed in all black, he tilted his hat. “I hope you had a wonderful evening.”
Fighting for manners, my eyes blinked hard over and over, and I lifted my cheeks, struggling for eye contact. I dipped inside, where the interior lit from the door being opened. My body dumped inside seconds before the door closed. But I was still able to catch the gang of balloons, birthday gift bags, and long stretched legs in sweatpants on the floor. My heart thundered in my chest and I lost control of my breathing. Within seconds, the back area was dark.
Then he turned up a light just a little so I could see his face. I had no fucking idea of what to say, so I didn’t think.
“I thought you were with Wet-Wet.”
Why did I have to say that? That sounded…like a girl. That revelation made my stomach turn.