“Allison started it with her big mouth,” Brittany spat.
“No, you started it!” Allison retorted. “I didn’t even say anything to you. You were just mad that you saw me with Nikos earlier.”
Honey snorted. And there was the culprit behind all of this.
“Mad?” Brittany said as she folded her arms. “I wasn’t mad about anything. You’re the one overly excited for no reason when Nikos is just playing with you.”
“Nikos is playing withyou. You gave it up so easily, and now he doesn’t want you anymore,” Allison said. “You’re just mad that he’s ignoring you.”
“Ignoring me? We just talked this morning. I have his number, unlike you, and he’s been to my place.”
“He’s been to mine too! You’re not special. He just likes me better than you.”
“As if he could ever. You’re not even a better dancer than me, Allison. The only thing he likes about you is those cocksucker lips of yours.”
“Fuck you, Brittany. He wouldn’t like a stick like you, which is exactly why he’s leaving with me tonight.”
“Well—”
“Just stop it!” Honey said, annoyed. Both girls looked stunned as they looked at her. “Please, get away from my vanity so I can fix it. Allison, go to Rickman and ask him to get you some ice so you won’t look so red when you go out on the floor.”
“What about me?” Brittany asked, looking mildly offended that she didn’t tell her the same.
“I don’t even like you,” Honey said, and Brittany glared before she walked away with her friends.
“Okay, Honey,” Allison said as she left the dressing room, and Amber followed behind their friend, not without shooting her a look of gratitude first.
The crowd dispersed, and everyone went to do what they had been doing before the fight broke out. Honey sat down at her vanity and fixed the items on top that fell. Rachel, anotherdancer Honey got along with, came over and propped herself alongside her vanity. Honey glanced at her.
“If you hadn’t been here, I’m certain it would have gotten worse,” Rachel said off-handedly.
Honey shook her head. “I just don’t get it. It’s like listening to teenage girls. I guess Antonis’s nephew is handsome but is he really worth all of this? Besides, I just saw him out there with Sweetie. He’s been messing with half of the girls here. He’s like a dog with a bone.”
Every time she saw the blond-haired man with ocean-blue eyes, he was with a different girl here. If it wasn’t a dancer, it was a bottle girl. If it wasn’t a bottle girl, it was one of the few female customers the club had. He was a playboy having his merry fun and causing nothing but problems. She had barely spoken more than ten words to him, and already, she didn’t like him.
“Honestly,” Rachel started to say as she mildly winced. “I kind of understand them.”
“Are you serious?” Honey asked, scuffing. She expected this from Amber but not Rachel. She was one of the oldest girls here, in her mid-thirties, and she was usually the sensible one.
“He’s very handsome,” Rachel argued, and Honey sighed because she couldn’t deny that.
Nikos had wavy, floppy blond hair in a crew cut. His eyes were incredibly blue, so bright and inviting that it made you want to stare at them. Unfortunately, she knew that herself because she had accidentally locked eyes with him earlier while performing. For a moment, she had genuinely been stuck, which was a first for herself. She didn’t care for making eye contact with any of the men at the club, but for some reason, when her eyes accidentally landed on him, it had taken her a second to look away, which was unusual.
Honey guessed she could admit Nikos had a charming smile. A few times in passing, she had seen him helping James and Roland with things too, so she saw his muscular body. Now that she thought about it, it was no wonder the girls here were fawning over him. He wasn’t her type. She had only dated Black men before, and the few exceptions had been Latino. White men weren’t necessarily her cup of tea, but the girls here weren’t Black like herself. All of them probably saw Nikos as their type, and it didn’t help that Nikos apparently was the son of a very wealthy man, from what Amber told her.
“He can be very persuasive too, and he’s funny.”
Honey arched a brow, wondering how Rachel knew all of this. Nikos didn’t seem the type to waste his time on idle chatter. Honey had a feeling that the only reason she had been able to escape Nikos’s persuasive conversation was because his uncle had said something to him about her. Honey wasn’t arrogant enough to think that she could capture every man’s interest, but Nikos clearly didn’t have much of a standard and would fuck any woman with a hole.
Honey had practically seen him speak with every girl here except for her. She guessed that if he didn’t see bed potential, he didn’t see a reason for talking. Not that she minded it. It was already enough to deal with Antonis. She didn’t want to deal with his nephew either.
“And he’s really good in bed,” Rachel admitted, and Honey’s eyes widened.
“You too?” she whispered as she glanced around her, hoping that no one heard. The last thing she needed was for another fight to break out near her vanity, or she was certain that it would break this time.
“Honestly,” Rachel said as she glanced around. “The best sex I’ve ever had.”
“When?” Honey hadn’t even seen Rachel with Nikos. How many women had he been with?
