We made our way to the strip club, and suddenly, I thought coming here wasn't going to be such a bad idea after all.
I needed to get Zara off my damn mind. I knew it would fuck me up if she didn't want me back. I needed a distraction. Just a week ago, I'd been fine on my own, fine having no woman by my side. I needed to get back to that feeling of being alright on my own if I couldn't have her.
In just a matter of a day, she'd already turned my fucking life upside down.
Maybe fucking another woman tonight would help me to take my mind off of her.
The only thing I knew how to do…
Fuck and forget.
A bad habit…
But it worked every time.
Me and Fizz made our way to sit down and watch some strippers perform. Fizz was enjoying the show, throwing money on the women like no tomorrow. One of the women had brown skin, brown eyes and black hair, was wearing lacy red lingerie, and walked up to him.
"Hey handsome," she rasped.
"Hey baby girl…" he murmured, and she began giving him a lap dance, as he rubbed her ass up and down, throwing money on her.
I screwed my face, looking around.
Trying my absolute best to get lost in my surroundings.
Trying to get Zara off my damn mind.
A pretty blonde woman made her way up to me, biting her lip, tracing the collar of my shirt.
"Hey handsome," she murmured, moving her finger down my shirt. "Want a dance?"
"No thank you," I muttered, rolling my eyes.
She wasn't my type.
None of them were.
My type was brunette, Arab, slim thick, with delicious sexy skin.
Zara fucking Amelle.
I sighed to myself agitatedly, pissed off.
Wishing that I would get her off my damn mind.
But it was no fucking use.
"You know what?" I murmured to the blonde woman. "I do want a dance. More than that."
She put her finger in her mouth, biting it with anticipation.
"Your wish is my command, handsome," she said seductively.
"Let's go to a private lounge," I stated.
And I led her away from the main area.