“Yes, of course I do, what kind of question is that?”
“A good question because a lot of women don’t wear them, but come here, let me show you something.”
Proctor’s fingers tucked under the bottom seams of my dress. He lifted it slowly as he looked down into my eyes. The seduction that I felt right now as his fingertips traced my skin, was unreal.
“What are you doing, Proctor?”
“Putting the money somewhere safe.” He replied, before he pulled the right side of my thong out and strapped some of the money against my hip. He did that all around until my panties held all the money in place. Once he pulled my dress back down, you could barely see the money.It's sad to say that I knew it wasn't going anywhere because being an ex-stripper I was used to walking around with money on me.
“Now, I need to get back to work.” He smirked before a phone rang from his desk.
“Hold on baby girl, I know this is my team looking for me.” He complained, walking over to his desk and lifting the phone to his ear.
“Its Proc. Hold up, she's outside now?”
Proctor talked to whomever over the phone while I waited around, scanning the walls and the artwork Proctor had in here. Eventually, my eyes went back to the safe where all of the money was stacked up in piles. I walked closer to it, admiring what was inside because the money tucked in the front of me was only a small fraction of what Proctor had in here.
“I’m in my office right now, but I’ll be that way in about five minutes. Don’t let the mutha fucka leave until she sees me.” He told the person over the phone, and I looked over my shoulder, seeing that Proctor had a scowl on his face that he had most nights I saw him working here. Running this club was obviously stressful, but hella lucrative, I can see.
Proctor just gave me enough money that will save my life like it was nothing.
Maybe he was in my life right now for a reason.
Chapter 9
Nina
I knew the moment Brenda walked her ass away from me, lips puckered like she was kissing somebody’s ass, that she had called Proctor.
Sure enough, he came outside, tall, bowlegged, and mugging me like I had personally ruined his life.
“What is it, Proctor?” I snapped as soon as he approached me.
“Why the fuck are you here?”
“Why can’t I come to one of the hottest clubs in Vegas and have a good time? What’s wrong with that?”
“You know what the fuck is wrong with it. We don’t fuck with you.”
I crossed my arms staring at him like he was slow.
“Now, how the fuck am I the problem when my father and I are the reason this club even exists? The reason why you and your stupid-ass son have money! I’m the one who got fucked over in the end, so why are y’all acting like I did something to him besides try and get back what was supposed to be ours?”
He shook his head and looked off into the distance before meeting my eyes again.
“Look, I don’t have time for your bullshit. You came here for drama, and we want no parts. There are plenty of other spots on the strip for you to go out to tonight.”
“Proctor, I’m coming here to spend money. I booked a section and everything. Hawk is married, happily, so he says, so why can’t I move on with my life? I want to party too. What’s the big deal? Is his bitch in there or something?”
He stepped closer to me.
“Listen, don’t refer to my daughter-in-law as a bitch. She not a bitch, and she good for my son.”
“Well, I was even better. He came up five hundred million because of me. So, I was great to your son, actually!”
I snaked my neck because Proctor had me fucked up.
“Whatever you say, Nina,” he said, slipping his hands into his pockets.
