𝟏𝟕- 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Caught.

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OPIA wasn't an unpopular club in Los Angeles.

In fact, it was one of the top most visited clubs in the entire city— and there were a lot. It was something about its atmosphere, whether that be because of the beautiful women or the music that other clubs 'didn't know anything about'.

Aria squinted her eyes slightly as she navigated the club, her mission set in stone.

One of the other dancers, a newbie, had been caught snooping through her locker. The redhead would've let it go with a simple threat, if the blue-haired woman hadn't stolen a hefty amount of bills from the compartment.

It had been a month already since Memphis had taken over as the owner, meaning that there were only seven months left of their agreement.

Yay. . .

Their dynamic had gotten easier, the teasing still very prominent, but nevertheless easier.

After the night at Memphis' condo, Aria had discovered just how kinky of a woman Memphis is.

I mean having one woman's lips attached to your lower body while another occupied your focus in front of a pole is bold.

Memphis hadn't pulled a move like that since then, but it interested Aria because the brunette was wild enough to receive an orgasm in the same room as her.

Memphis was away from the club tonight, meaning that the only thing the redhead could do was work the center pole and occasionally help with bartending.

However, she wasn't much involved in either currently.

Aria's lips curled into a sneer once she caught sight of Winter, the stallion of a woman currently tending to patrons with a wicked smile. Aria made her way over to the other woman without a second thought, immediately pulling her away from the couple that she was tending to once approached.

Aria typically kept to herself at the club. Some of the girls were nice and had no secret intentions of seeking out the worst for her, but there was always the other few that oozed with jealousy.

"What the fuck?" Winter frowned, the glitter surrounding her eyes shimmering underneath the fluorescent lights.

Winter truly had nothing to be bitter about.

She was gorgeous.

Her tanned complexion went perfectly with the pieces of rhinestones and glitter that she decorated her body with, making her seem nearly goddess-like when the right lights hit her. Her hair color wasn't natural by any means but it made her sparkle— different.

She was wearing a pastel set tonight with her routinely amount of glitter and shine.

"I didn't take you as a thief." Aria harshly voiced, arms crossed over her chest.

As if just realizing who stood in front of her, Winter gulped, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You don't know?" Aria repeated, cornering the taller girl by stepping closer, "So it was just everyone's imagination that hallucinated you stealing from my locker?"

Winter's façade dropped the moment Aria's words set in and she immediately began to smile cruelly at the redhead, her posture straightening.

"Everyone knows you've been fucking the boss." Winter stated with newfound confidence.

"That's why you stole?" Aria laughed, "You're all naive and gullible. The last thing I would do is sleep with her."

"That sure isn't what it looks like." Winter shrugged with a flip of her hair, its strands falling down her back, "The least you can do is share."

Aria grew irritated, wanting nothing more than to shut up anyone who talked about her situation with Memphis. She was aware of what their 'sessions' appeared to be. That didn't mean that rumors could just freely float around about it. She'd much rather they all know the truth than to be identified as Memphis' personal sex doll.

"Put the money back before the night's over, Winter." Aria finalized with a raised brow, turning to storm off on the blue haired woman.

Winter giggled, "Wow. You really are her bitch."

Aria hadn't ever halted a step forward so fast in her life.

She was going to leave the situation be— knowing that the little band of money wasn't even worth the effort— but it was the disrespect that set her off.

Before either woman could take a proper breath, Aria had slapped Winter across her face.

She didn't give the taller girl much time to react either, pouncing on her without putting much thought into it.

She was no one's "bitch".

Winter hardly fought back, only flailing her arms in despair as if to fly away from the mess entirely.

It took a while for anybody to notice the two women fighting but once they did it was broken up quickly.

Aria shook the sting away from her hand as Tony held her back, his muscular frame not having to do much to keep her from sneaking off.

"Calm down before the both of you get kicked out of here." he mumbled in her ear, slightly grimacing at the blood on the redhead's fist.

Aria wasn't violent.

She never had to get that way at least.

Winter truly angered Aria with her attitude. A slap or two wouldn't hurt her at all. Or at least that's what Aria thought before seeing the woman's bloodied nose.

The redhead groaned, relaxing against Tony's hold but not uttering a word.

Aria looked around the room, noticing that everyone had went back to partying— hardly even disturbed by the fight.

The familiar face of a brunette caused her breath to hitch in her throat.

Amongst the crowd, with a face full of wonder, was Kiera.

She seemed to be in a relevantly partying state: frizzy hair and low-lidded eyes.

Aria magically prayed to the gods above- or anyone who was willing to listen— that the brunette wouldn't realize that it was her.

But whoever above must've despised the redhead because Kiera started to make her way over without hesitation.

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