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“I don’t want to inconvenience them,” I tell her.

“You’re not. They’re used to having girls around anyway. A lot of the club girls stay there,” she assures me.

“Do you?”

“Not all the time, but I’ll stick around more now that you’re going to be there,” she answers. I sigh, thanking god for that.

“You just need to relax and keep working. Focus on the baby,” she says.

“I’m going to try. As long as Mr. Phillips doesn’t get a hair up his ass and fire me,” I tell her.

“I truly hate that man.”

“I do, too. I don’t know what his thing is with pregnant women,” I tell her.

“Me either. It’s like a weird obsession,” she laughs.

“Right? It’s like he likes to see women like that. It creeps me out,” I tell her.

“If he ever does anything wrong, you quit. We’ll find you something else. You hear me?”

“I hear you. And I was thinking of applying over at the gas station on third.”

“That sketchy place? I don’t know about that place, Chy.”

“I know the area isn’t the greatest, but it might be better than the grocery store. Besides, I have a bad feeling Derrick is going to show up at my work. I can’t afford to get fired without a backup plan.”

“I guess you’re right. Let’s just get you settled in first, and then we can go from there.”

Chapter 3

Van

We unloaded all her boxes into her room, which weren’t many. I always thought girls had a lot of shit but not her. She didn’t seem to mind that fact either. Now the girls are in there organizing it with her. My cock is hard, and I need some relief, but they’re all busy right now. I should pull one of them out of there and make her suck me off, but that would be rude. And I’m not a rude person most of the time.

“You gonna sit there all day, or you gonna get somethin’ done?” Mask asks me as I lounge in the chair.

“I moved that girl's shit. What else needs to be done today?”

“We have paperwork to get done,” he reminds me. I roll my eyes.

“Don’t we have people for that?” I tease.

“Yeah. You’re lookin’ at them. Come on,” he says before turning and walking toward the back tables, where I see a shit ton of papers spread out. At least he has them ready for us.

“What’s all this anyway?”

“Shit for the store and the club. The shop has a few things that need to be handled, too.”

“Who you have runnin’ the store?”

“Kirby is for now,” he tells me. I don’t like that motherfucker much. I don’t know why, either. I just don’t.

“What’s goin’ on with the strip club?”

“Renovations are done. We’re ready to open it up,” he reports.

“There done already? I thought it was gonna take at least another month,” I ask as we sit at the table. That’s when I saw her walk out of the back hallway. Chyanne. The girl who’s going to be living here. She’s nice to look at even pregnant. She isn’t far along, I wouldn’t think, but she does have a little belly. I think it’s cute on her.

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