Chapter One
Shina
“Iam so tired of Christmas music.” I complained to Rock as we walked outside to catch a breath of the night air.
The weather is chilly and I love it. The club is stifling at times and the three parties we have going on tonight only makes the crowd bigger than usual.
At least it'll be a nice paycheck for my girls. They deserved an extra bonus.
“Then change it. You’re the boss, babe,” he mutters while pulling out his pack of smokes and slapping it into his hand a few times before ripping the tab open.
He offers me one, but I shake my head. “You know I'm trying to kick the habit,” I say, then sigh.
He laughs, flicks his lighter, igniting the tip, and then takes in a breath of the menthol nicotine.
My mouth waters for just a taste, but I need to be good. I have responsibilities now. I can't be dying young from lung cancer.
He tips his head up to look at the night sky as he exhales, and I can't stop myself.
I lean in and grab the back of his neck, then kiss him deeply, tangling my tongue with his, groaning.
When I pull away his eyes are dazed, and I can feel his hardness against my stomach.
“Yummy,” I coo, licking my lips.
“That was mean, baby girl. Now I have to finish my shift hard.”
“Not like it's the first time, and you know it won't be the last. Plus, I'll help you out later.” I wave my hand in the air, dismissing him, and he scoffs, reaching down and adjusting himself.
“You said that last night, but then left me alone with some lube and my hand,” he grumbles, and I laugh.
My niece called me with an emergency, so I had to rush home. “Hey, I gave you the good shit that tingles.”
“Not the same as your hot hole clenching me, and your juices dripping down my sack, as I nibble on those perky breasts.”
His eyes blaze, and now I'm the one groaning, turned the hell on. I can feel the dampness in my thong, and I rub my thighs together.
Rock and I have a good thing going on the side. He keeps out the assholes in line at my club, and I rock his world after closing.
He's a tank. Perfect for the job. Stern, takes no shit, but on the other hand, he can be sweet.
Keeps me and my girls safe and I have no problem rewarding him.
Well, most of the time. There are nights when I have to dip out early and take care of my sister's kids.
She took off, leaving them behind, and I couldn't let the state take them. So now I am the sole caregiver to a fifteen year old, who hates authority and thinks I'm the devil. Put solely on this Earth to ruin her life.
Two sweet six-year-old twins, who all they want from me is cuddles and attention. I can always count on them to hang out with me and watch a movie.
My sister wasn't the affectionate type. She preferred drugs over her kids. I guess I should be thankful that they are all happy and healthy.
And lastly an adorable six-month-old, who melts my heart with his toothy smile.
I always wanted to be a mom someday, but I was never lucky enough. Though maybe it's a blessing more than a curse.
If I had children with my ex-husband, I would have never escaped.
The wind picks up, and I shiver. Rock pulls me closer to him and flicks his cigarette to the black concrete. I stomp it out with my heel and then turn back toward him.
