Lyla
When I get out onto the floor, I see I'm already too late to beat the girls upstairs to the punch.
Rashid sat in the same spot he'd taken up yesterday, but instead of being left alone, he was surrounded by a few other dancers already trying to give him a lap dance. I ground my teeth together in annoyance.
Obviously, it wasn't exactly my place to be pissed at them. They were only doing a job, after all, and Rashid had enough money to blow to make him infamous among the girls here. But that green-eyed monster I recognized as my jealous side really f*****g hated it.
Looking around, I spotted the stairs to get up onto the stage. He'd told me he wanted to see me up there, so why not give him the show he'd asked for?
Climbing up the steps carefully, an old enemy started to take over:
