A Match Made In Heaven by Brea isome (good beach reads .TXT) 📕

club? "

" oh, I wanted you to meet my brother. "

" your brother, is at a strip club? Why? "

" he owns it. So are we goin' inside or are we going to sit in the car and bullshit all night? " my patience was wearing a little thin with her. I definitly wasn't going to develop any feelings for her. I just wanted to get this night over and get home so i could do my thing seperate from her.

" okay. "

I wanted to sream 'okay what? !' But I just opened my door and led the way to the front door. I shook hands with the security guard standing outfront" wassup, Joe. "

" nothing. " he stepped out the way of the steel door" AJ is in his office. "

" alright. Thanks, boss. "

We entered and the first thing in my face was backside.

" damn. " I mumbled to myself as we walked through the club.

" hey , Ashton." The girl behind me screamed to me over the music. Daisy was her name. She was light skinned and she had a smile to kill with deep dimples that sinked into her cheeks when she smiled. She was nice, but too much for my taste. She tried to hard to get attention.

" wassup, babe. "

I could feel Mariah's gaze on the back of my neck but tried not to acknowledge it. I wasn't doing anything wrong and I knew as soon as we were alone I was going to hear about it.

Like I thought as soon as we got to the hall that led to the dressing rooms and AJ's office, she flipped. " why you got to caall her babe like that ? Like im not standing right fucking here? !"

" chill out man. "

"Man? So im a damn man now? You know what? You full of shit ."

" why you in my face then? "

She pointed at me and mugged me slightly" because I love you. "

A chuckle escaped my lips" love? Watchu know about love? You don't love me, you love what I could do for you. That's all. "

" that's not true ."

" okay then, tell me, have you seen my bank statement before. "

" yeah. "

" when? "

" our second date. "

" exactly. Before I showed you that, you were being genuine with your feelings but after that, you were just looking for handouts. "

Her mouth dropped open. " I can't believe you would think- "

" its not what I think, its what I know. I never tripped though because I never felt you on a deeper level. I mean, you cute , you pretty, but you not wife material sweetheart. "

her eyes were bulging out of her head but she couldn't say abnything. What would she be able to say? Nothing.

I walked ahead of her to the office and when I turned around she was gone . I knocked, he opened.

I explained to him what had just went down. We had a good laugh and he said " I got somethin' fa you, follow me. "

He stood up from his desk and led me from his office.

" what's up man? "

He grinned at me" just relax . Here. " he handed me a shot glass of a clear liquid from the bar but I was positive it wasn't water. I downed it in one swig and he handed me a cup, this one with a brown-ish color liquid inside. " take that and go to the first room. "

" hold up, I don't want no hoe with stab wounds and a five foot long pink track glued to her head. "

" come on now. I got better taste than that. Don't you trust me? "

" I trust you about as much as a 11 year old trusts a rapist. "

He laughed and I went to the first room like he said.

The room had dark hardwood floors , light brown walls and a brown sectional that match the floor. There was a small end table sitting next to the couch where I sat my drink and plopped comfortably onto the sectional. The room was a good change from the main room of the club. This was more. . . I couldn't find a word to discribe it. It was just different.

The base line from 'Ass' by Big Sean was shaking the room tremendously.

I sat back, with my legs cocked open slightly as the door to the room opened. The first thing that hit my eyes was a pair of shapely thighs.

My eyebrows shot up.

" goddamn. " I mumbled as my eyes traveled upward.

Her body was unflawed, perfectly sculpted. Thats the only way I could think to describe her. Her skin color was lighter than any girl id ever seen that wasn't white. You could tell by the way she looked that she was mixed with something. The eyes, the hair. For a minute I wondered if her hair was real but I quickly dimissed that thought . Of course it was real, I knew it when she ran her hands through it to brush it away from her face.

She was studying me.

I was studying her.

The bathing suit she wore barely covered anything on her body. I was mesmerized. No tattos , no piercings, no scaring of any kind.

AJ hit the jackpot with this one.

She walked over to me seductively moving her hips to the beat until she reached me.

" bounce that ass ." I rapped along with the song. She got the hint though . She smiled and turned around, immediatly bending over to expose her ass to me. Her palmed it softly as she worked her hips to the song. I was stuck. She had it.

-Saphire-

The song ended and another came on. This time it was 'Rack City' by Tyga. I continued to dance, grinding on him in anyway possible. I was feeling it for some reason. It just felt natural this time around. His hands were glues to my waist. There was a no touching rule but he didn't say anything and neither did I. Besides, he was AJ's brother. If I did have a problem with him touching me, which I didn't, there would be nothing for me to do about it but suck it up.

He looked so much like AJ but at the same time so different.

I wondered what his name was.

He didn't look like an Aaron though that was him and AJ's fathers name. He looked more like a- Armani? No. It was somewhere around there. I wanted to know.

'Rack City' ended as well and I pulled from his gripp in order to stand up straight and turn to face him.

" are you paying me? " I asked me quickly.

He pulled his wallet out and opend it up and began to sift through it.

The bills in his wallet were nice, but I have never been a gold digger, not matter how bad I needed the money id rather work for it than have it handed to me.

I looked at the walls instead.

Everything was so clean and well put together. If I hadn't just given him a lap dance I wouldn't have expected this room to even be apart of Heaven. It looked more like a living room. . Somewhere to chill out.

I liked it.

It was calming, unlike the loud booming music.

" here. " he stuff a few crumpled bills into my hand" lemme get another dance. "

I gave him a twisted look and began to straighten the bills.

He grabbed my hand to stop me. His hand was so it large it swallowed mine.

" don't look at 'em until you get home. "

" home? What do I look like? Do I look stupid to you? "

He laughed" so you don't trust me? "

I wanted to say I did trust him. Maybe it was the warmth of his hand covering mine or the look in his eyes but I snatched my hand away. " I don't knoww you ."

I turned to walk away. " im Ashton , anyway. "

I would remember that.

Ashton.

It fit him.

I shrugged the feeling away that I had inside. I was being ridiculous, he was being a creeper and that was that.

I worked the rest of the night with a clear mind. At least I tried to.

Men are and have always been pigs.

Wworking at the strip club couuld have probably put those thoughts in my head but it didn't matter. That's how I saw them all, except Ashton. Which was weird because I had only ever met and seen him once.

He was just a creeper.

I laughed at the thought. He was the sexiest creep id ever encountered.

the whole night something was nagging me to open the bills, but instead , while money from other men were placed inside of my swim suit continuously, the money from Ashton stayed crumpled tightly inside my right hand the whole night.

I felt so stupid.

But I just couldn't open it.

When I got home it was 2 in the morning.

I was bursting with anticipation. I had to open it. Id occupied my might with thoughts that it was only a few singles but when I opened the wad I couldn't catch my breath.

a part of me felt happy. It was something I needed but it was also something I shouldn't have taken from him.

5 one hundred dollar bills.

The inside one have his number written sloppily on it but I could make it out.

When did he even have time to do that.

I sighed and gazed into space.

I had gotten AJ's number with a simple dance at a party and a few days later I was working for him. I decided that a call to Ashton would only leave to something a little too much for me to handle.

I wouldnt call him , despite the feeling in my stomach that said id regret not calling him.

Instead, I made plans to get my own apartement. I had enough to put down a security deposit and the first months rent . I couldn't wait any longer.

I needed a place to call my own.

Jas came in the front door to the apartment, basically crawling in, drunk.


A few days passed. Sunday had finally arrived .I was more than a little excited . I had made plans to go see a apartment around the corner from Jas's. It was closer to school and closer to Heaven as well. It was perfect. I got dressed in a pair of loose jeans and a pink t-shirt that hugged my body with a pair of pink and white gym shoes.

The apartement was a 5 minute walk away. It gave me a few minutes to think.

I breathed in deeply. The air , im sure, was polluted beyond belief but to me it was the cleanest air id ever smelled. In that moment I felt so independent and so ready for the world that I could see anything else.

The apartment was still in the same bad neighborhood but it wouldn't bother me.

once I got the money I was going to fix the inside of the apartment up real nice. I couls see it. . . Everything perfectly placed and all shades of chocolate just like that v.I.p. room.

I had forgotten completely about the v.I.p. room. . Well , sort of. It was on my mind so much that I barely noticed anymore .

I hadn't seen Ashton which was great. I couldn't afford to get side tracked from what