[Gabrielle’s POV]
I sit in front of my mirror, applying foundation to the hickeys that line my chest. Sighing, I make a mental note to beat the s**t out of Gregory later for leaving them there in the first place. If he thought I wasn’t aware of his intentions, he was wrong, but he knew damn well that it would piss my boss off here.
Sighing, I examine my chest and my neck, making sure that there aren’t any more showing through my makeup before applying my lipstick. Once I’m finished, I swivel around and make my way backstage to wait for my time to shine.
As I take my place, Johnny, the club’s manager, lets his eyes trail over me, stopping particularly long in the places that I had hickeys before.
“What?” I ask, giving him a smirk. “Does this top make my breasts look big?”
“Something li
