-Roxy-
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"What happened, sweetheart?!" I hear Mrs. D say as I run out the door, down the long ass driveway and go inside Violet's car. My heart feels like it's shattered into a million pieces.
"Are you okay?! He didn't hit you, did he?" I shake my head no as I cry into my hands.
"He didn't w..want anything to do with the baby. That asshole told me to give it up!" I sob out. Violet hugs me.
"It's going to be okay. We're going to raise this baby with or without his help," Violet cups my cheeks with her hands.
"The worst part is over, and now you get to live with this beautiful joy you're going to bring to this world," Violet kisses my forehead and starts driving. I look out the window as tears stroll down my cheeks, watching the mansion pass and disappear. I hope I never go there again.
Violet pulls into her house. I get out of the car and go to my room. I lay in bed, sobbing, and not wanting to do anything. Did you expect him to accept you and your child? Toughen up, Evangeline. You already cried over a man, you don't need to cry over another one. You have to stay strong for YOUR baby. My baby... I take a deep breath and wipe my tears away. It's time for a change. I change into a pair of black jeans and a grey shirt. I put on a black jacket and go downstairs to see Violet making some food.
"Do you want to go dye my hair back to platinum blonde?" I see Violet's eyes light up.
"Uh, yes! I can drop everything and go right now!" I laugh as Violet puts everything back in the fridge. I see her run to get her keys and coat, and I follow her to the car.
After an hour of hair dying, I spin around in a chair and look in the mirror at my soft wavy platinum blonde hair.
"What do you think?" I gasp.
"I love it, Marie. How'd you get it so close to the color from black?" I hear Marie chuckle.
"It's all about purple shampoo, baby. Use it to wash your hair, and your hair and color will be as shiny as a new collar," I laugh.
"Did I, or did I not tell you this was the BEST hairstylist in town!" I hear Marie chuckle.
"You're too kind, Violet! Now, let's get you to the counter to get you all fixed up," Marie removes the cape from my neck, and I follow her to the counter. I pay Marie, and Violet takes me back to her house.
"There you guys are! I've been looking all over for you!" I see Charlotte looking at my hair.
"Shut up! You did not!" I chuckle, and I nod while smiling.
"No way! It looks amazing on you!" I chuckle.
"Thanks. You ready to go to the airport?"
"That's what I was trying to reach you about. Our plane leaves in three hours. We have to hurry and get there," I hurry upstairs and pack my bag. We get into Violet's car, and Violet drives us to the airport. We both hug Violet and hurry into the airport.
"What do you mean our tickets were canceled? We just bought them yesterday!" I say angrily.
"I'm sorry ma'am, but your tickets were canceled. We have no authority over that," I sigh. Charlotte puts her hand on my shoulder.
"Go sit down, and I'll handle this," I nod and sit on the bench. I lay down and see a little girl struggling to open her juice box while her mom is on the phone.
"Mom!" She hands her mom the juice box, and her mom opens it for her. Her mom kisses the little girl's hand and gives her back the juice box. I smile, knowing that one day that's going to be me with my little one.
"Okay, I got another flight and ten percent off of it. It leaves in thirty minutes, so let's go board it," I follow Charlotte to the flight. We board the flight, and I sit by the window. I stare out into the window as the plane takes off into nothing, but clouds.
As soon as the plane lands, Charlotte waves down a taxi that takes us to our apartment. We enter through the main doors and go up the elevator. We walk to our apartment door, and I stop. I look at the door next to mine. Julie's door. I sigh and go into the apartment.
"Here we are. Apartment, sweet, apartment," I look at Charlotte.
"We have work in two hours, so let's get ready," Charlotte nods. IÂ put my suitcase next to my bed and grab my old work bag. I throw clothes and heels into the bag and pin my old brown wig on. I'm as ready as I'll ever be. I walk to the door and stand by it.
"Hurry up, Charlotte, we're going to be late!" I see her come out with nice curled hair and a cute outfit. I roll my eyes.
We go into the elevator and drive to the club. Pulling into the parking lot, we notice what once was our club, is now doubled in size. I park and lead Charlotte into the club. The music vibrates against my feet, feeling it pulse throughout my body. Many newly installed lights, shine throughout the room. Many new strippers dance on the several poles that were newly installed. A new bar is across the place from the other bar.
Charlotte and I walk into the back. We see everyone look at us and gasp.
"You go get settled, Charlotte. I have to tell Jerry the news," I see Charlotte nod, and I walk to Jerry's office.
"Hey, Jerry," Jerry looks up at me.
"Roxy! How was your vacation? You aren't supposed to be back until a couple of days," I chuckle.
"It was good, and I wanted to get a head start on some hours, but I have some news to share," Jerry looks at me confused.
"What is it, darling?" I clear my throat.
"I'm pregnant," I see Jerry looking shocked.
"Really? By who?!"
"I'm not ready to reveal yet."
"You know what this means, right? You can only serve drinks until your paternity leave. You can't strip on the pole when you're pregnant," I roll my eyes. Oh yeah, I forgot about that rule.
"Can I have one last dance before I go on paternity leave?" I see Jerry sigh.
"You know I can't let you do that, Roxy," I use puppy dog eyes.
"Please!! I'll put in more hours and I'll work late!" Jerry sighs.
"Fine, but only one time. Now go. You're on now. Btw, there's a new list of requests for the room. You might want to look at it," I hug Jerry and rush out of his office and into the dressing room. I change into a black lingerie set. I go to my station and put on black and blue makeup. Perfect! If I'm going out, I'm going out with a bang!
I put on my black heels and walk to the curtains. I wait for the music to come on and I stick my foot out, tapping it three times. The curtains open and I walk to the pole swinging whilst swinging my hips side to side. I grab onto the pole and use one hand to showcase my curves, sliding my hand from my breasts to my hips. I grab the pole with both hands and squat, pointing my ass out. I hear the crowd cheer as I slowly lift making sure my ass looks good as always. I do a little spin on the pole. I do another spin, lifting my legs in the air in a split position, thus making the crowd go wild.
I climb the pole to the top and slide down while swinging my body in the air. My heels click against the floor as I land with my feet on the ground. I shake my ass to the crowd and twirl around the pole some more. I climb the pole and remove my bra. I wrap my arm backward around the pole and do the same with my leg. I lift my other leg and hold it with my arm as I use my leg muscle to spin. I tilt my head back enjoying the ride while the crowd roars like a pack of lions. I open my eyes once I start slowing down. I wink at the crowd and use my hand that was holding my leg to blow kisses to them, with my leg still in the air. I hold my leg again and spin one more time. Once I stop spinning, I grab the pole and slide down. I grab my bran and swipe up all the money in one swipe. I walk off the stage and the curtains close. I stuff all the money in my underwear and put my bra back on. I walk into the dressing room and change my pants from lingerie to short shorts. I go to my station and put my underwear in my drawer.
"Oh look! The little bitch is back," I roll my eyes at that familiar voice.
"Looks like someone couldn't stay away. While you were away, the queen took her thrown. You can. Go back to where you were. Mr. Winters had so much pleasure from me," I laugh and turn around.
"You sure about that? Because it seems the last time Mr. Winters had pleasure was with me. Seven times to be exact. Do you think bringing him up will make me jealous? Please! I guess the saying is true, another woman's trash is another woman's treasure," I see Rebecca's face get mad as I walk to Charlotte.
"Where is the room for VIP requests?" I hear Charlotte chuckle.
"It's one of the same rooms where you and Mr. Winters went," I roll my eyes.
I walk to the VIP section and go to the room. I open the room and see Eric sitting on the bed. Shit! I try to leave the room, but he runs and closes the door in front of me.
"Nu, huh, Mrs. Stone. The rules say that if a person has requested a stripper, then the stripper had to follow their commands," I swallow nervously.
"I thank you for the offer, but I don't agree to the terms," I see Eric start to get mad.
"You're telling me that I spent ten thousand dollars to be a VIP and five thousand dollars to request you and you're trying to decline?!" I slowly nod my head. Eric laughs and smiles. He slaps me on my cheek hard and I fall to the floor.
"Get YOUR ass on that bed now before I beat the living shit out of you!" I quickly pick myself up and get on the bed. Oh God. Please make this stop. I see him unbuckle his belt.
"Now strip like a good girl," I swallow and start to take off my pants when the door swings open.
"She can't have sex!" I hear Charlotte scream. I see Eric tower over Charlotte.
"And why not?" I see Charlotte swallow.
"Because, for one, I bet she refused, and that's rule two, and three she's pregnant, and that's rule four. Plus, in recent rule fifteen, she has to be on birth control, and she's not on birth control since she's pregnant," I run over behind Charlotte and grip her shoulders tightly.
"Yeah, I'm pregnant and not on birth control, and I refused several times," I see Eric wipe his mouth, look me in the eyes, and smile.
"You win this time, Evangeline, but I will get inside you," I shudder at his response. Charlotte grabs my arm and takes me out of the VIP room.
"You okay?" I nod.
"Yeah, it's nothing that hasn't happened before I'm just glad you saved before anything else went wrong," I hug her.
"From now on, go and serve drinks instead of stripping. You can't be requested if you're serving drinks," I nod. I watch as Charlotte goes back behind the stage.
I walk to Jefferey at the bar. Jefferey's face lights up as he sees me.
"Welcome back, queen!" I bow at him.
"Yes, the queen is back, and guess what? The queen has a new arrival coming to town," I point at my stomach. I hear him gasp.
"Bitch no! No fucking way! You're pregnant!!!" I hear him squeal.
"Shh, not too loud. I don't want any of these bitches to hear," I see him looking me up and down.
"Mhm, I knew he'd get to you, girl. A fine man like Mr. Winters. OOOO, I'd let him take me down any day!" I roll my eyes at hearing his name.
"You'd let any man in a suit take you down anyway."
"You damn right! Shots to that!" Jefferey pours me a cola shot and him an actual shot. We clink the cups together and take them down.
"By the way, I loved your little last dance up there. These bitches don't know how to dance. All they do is shake their ass and swirl," I laugh.
"That's what I do, too," I see him roll his eyes.
"Yeah, but you look good at it. These bitches do it terribly. Yesterday, one of these bitches fell off the pole. Like bitch you have two weeks to practice. How the hell do you fall off the pole? Mr. Winters ordered everyone to wipe down the pole with a non-slip rag before every dance because of your fall," I laugh.
"Not everyone's as good as me, Jefferey," I hear him laugh.
"You damn right! Are you hungry? Here have these," Jefferey hands me a bag of pretzels.
"Jefferey! You know we can't eat while on the job!" I hear him laugh.
"It'll be our secret! Hurry up and eat them before these bitches smell food!" I laugh. I open the bag and take a bite of pretzel. I see the main doors open, and a crowd of men go to the VIP section. I toss the bag to Jefferey.
"Take them. I have to go back to work," Jefferey looks fake surprised.
"Bitch why are you handing them to me for? You're less likely to get fired for having them," I laugh.
"Just make my drinks and quit complaining," I see him roll his eyes. He turns around, makes my drinks, and hands me the tray.
"There's a drink extra," I see Jefferey smile.
"That's because Mr. Winters has a guest. You better be careful because last time he has an extra drink. Shit went down," I roll my eyes and grab the drinks.
I walk to the VIP doors and hand the guards their drinks. They nod at me, and I go up the elevator. I give everyone in the VIP section their drinks, saving Mr. Winters for last on purpose. I walk up to Mr. Winters. I freeze, looking at the guest next to him. I take a deep breath, feeling rage boil in my skin.
I hand Mr. Winters his drink. I grab the other drink from the tray. My hand shakes as I try to hand it to him. Without control, my hand splashes the drink in the person's face. I walk away not saying a word and not caring if it got on Mr. Winters.
"Evangeline, wait!" He grabs my arm, and I turn around.
"Don't fucking touch me! I said I NEVER wanted to see your face the last time I'd seen you, and you dare to come to my job?!"
"It's not what it seems like," I roll my eyes.
"It never is with you, August. Where the fuck were you? Were the fuck were you when Dad died, huh? Were you with your friends getting doped up??" I hear August say nothing.
"That's what I thought. You weren't there, August! Why weren't you there!"
"That's enough, Evangeline," I turn and look at Mr. Winters.
"Oh, that's enough? Is it finally enough for you? You didn't tell him, did you, August? Since you're so close to Mr. Winters, I'd thought you'd tell him," I hear August say nothing.
"Oh? So, you're man enough to stop me, but you're not man enough to tell Mr. Winters I'm your twin sister? Can you believe I'm related to this piece of shit? You have no IDEA what this man put me through. How much I wished he was there, but he wasn't. Do you know how much I needed my twin brother? How many times my younger self CRIED myself to sleep because YOU weren't there?! How many nights stupid fucking nights I stayed awake, thinking you would walk through that door. You could have messaged me, or sent me a letter SAYING hey I'm not dead! You were missing for TWO WHOLE FUCKING YEARS!" I take a breath.
"You know it also would have been an awful lot of help if you didn't steal my whole savings account when you disappeared all of a sudden. I was fucking TWENTY YEARS OLD, and I had to BURRY Dad with fifty dollars in my pocket because I couldn't afford the five hundred dollar one. THEN, you had the audacity to show up at his funeral. AFTER, you've been gone for two years. Like I said at the funeral. Don't fucking talk to me. Don't fucking reach out to me, or try to even come to me to see MY child. I NEVER want to see your face again!" Hot tears stroll from my eyes, and I wipe them away.
"Evangeline! HE is going to be the new owner of my club, so treat HIM with respect!" I look at Mr. Winters.
"New OWNER?! You know what? This is the last straw that I fucking needed. I quit!" I quickly walk out of the VIP room and run down the stairs. I walk past the bar.
"Where are you going?" I smile at Jefferey.
"I quit bitch!" I see Jefferey gasp.
"You lucky bitch!!" Jefferey looks at the VIP elevator and looks at me, grinning.
"Don't forget your snack," Jefferey throws my pretzels at me, and I roll my eyes.
"Bye, bitch!!!" I hear him say as I walk backstage, and Charlotte comes up to me.
"Roxy, what's wrong?" I smile at her.
"I'm doing it!" Charlotte's eyes light up.
"Yes! Finally! Let's go!" I hear everyone in the room gasp and crowd around the backstage door as Charlotte pushes through the crowd.
"Out of the way bitches! Important Prada coming through!" I laugh as Charlotte pushes me into Jerry's office.
"Roxy, what's wrong?" I smile at Jerry.
"I quit!" His mouth drops.
"You quit?? But-"
"Sorry, Jerry. I got slapped today. These new rules are unbelievable, and the new owner just drew the line," I turn around and run into Mr. Winters, who's angrier than I've seen before. Shit.
"Listen, what we had was fun, but I can't live my life like this. This club is out of control. For the sake of my child and my life, I don't want anything to do with this," I try to walk out, but Mr. Winters grabs my arm.
"Who hit you?" His eyes darken, and his voice is deeper than I've ever seen or heard before. This isn't the Winty I know. Is this the Mr. Winters everyone warns me about?
"Why the hell do you care?" His eyes fill with rage.
"Tell me who hit you. Now!" I roll my eyes.
"Eric did when he requested me for one of your new stupid rooms. Now, if you'll let me go, I have to leave to live my life and find a FATHER who will actually care about my child," I hear Mr. Winters say nothing. I walk past Mr. Winters and out of the office. Charlotte hugs me and hands me my stuff. We both walk out of the club, smiling at my new possibilities.
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-End Of Chapter 29-
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