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Tiana's POV
I worked the natural flowing movement my skirt as I walked around the club serving customers their drinks and fulfilling any other needs. Made all my rounds and then went to sit at the bar for a few minutes, whilst looking at the clock. It was midnight. Only an hour left on my shift and I can get my baby and go home.
I work in a club called Lust. It's two steps away from being a strip club and three steps away from a brothel. The owner Jonny is a real sleaze. I've seen him fuck girls and then pimp them out. After that, I lost what little respect I had for him and kept my distance from him.
Then there were his two sons that worked as security. Dimitri wasn't all that bad. He did his job and stayed to himself. But his brother Alec was a whole other story. He was his father's child. He's fucked just about every girl in this club. He's always grabbing at the girls, thinking he can get away with it because his daddy owns the club. However, the day he tried that shit with me, he ended up with a black eye. I don't care who you are, are what you own, I don't play that shit. After that, he left me alone, minus the creepy stares he gives me throughout my shift.
I was sitting at the bar when Keisha the bartender walked to me. " Hey girl" she greeted.
"Hey Keke" I smiled. "How ya shift going"
"Like I can't wait to hear the words 'last call'" She huffed rolling her eyes.
"Girl who you telln'" I laughed.
"Alec has been begging for it today too." Keke breathed harshly "If I didn't need this job."
"Preaching to the choir" I agreed.
Keisha and I started working here at the same time and became good friends in my three years working here. She's the only one at the club that knew about my son Aiden. I didn't trust anyone else at this club. Especially Jonny. When Johnny finds out you have a kid he exploits it when needed, and I found it best not to say shit.
"But on happier notes..." Keke's voice adopted an excited tone. "What we doing for my boyfriend birthday?" I rolled my eyes at her.
"We're probably going to do something at my Granny house this year." I smiled. My baby was turning five in a couple of weeks.
"What you getting him this year?" She asked.
"He says he wants this Batman Lego set that cost like $200." I sighed looking down at the neon-lit bar top. Basically, it was something I don't think I can afford.
"$200 for some Legos!?!" Keisha reared back in shock.
"Yep. He wants me to build it with him and have it set up in his room." I scoffed. As if I have time for that. I barely got to see him for two hours each day.
I felt Keke's hand on my shoulder. "It'll be okay girl." She reassured. "Me and Viv can help you."
Viv was my best friend from 3rd grade, and she's been helping me with Aiden since day one. Even though I hid Aiden from his father she still helped. She and Keisha were always on me about calling Aiden's dad, but I couldn't.
"You need to call that boy daddy." Keisha huffed wiping down the bar.
"Don't start with me, Keisha," I mumbled.
"Don't get mad at me cause you wrong. You know you should've told him when you first found out you was pregnant. That man deserves to know and Aiden deserves a dad." I looked down in shame as she scolded me.
"I know, but it's been almost five years since I've talked to the man. How do you know if he'll believe me."
"You won't know until you try. However, you need to do it."
"I know you right."
"Damn right I'm right." She said rolling her neck, making me laugh.
I turn my head to scan the bar when I see someone I never thought I'd see again. He was the same height, and his arms weren't as lanky as they used to be, but he was still pretty lean. He had grown out of his baby face and was left with a sharp jawline. I could see the tattoos peaking out on his neck and hands. That was new. I also took in his pierced ears, not new. His suit was tailored to perfection, not new and his hair was long in the front and cut in the back, not new. Then he turned around, and I was frozen by his piercing black eyes. Definitely not new.
There he stood. Jason Niccolo Dellucci. My first lover. The one man I have ever loved. The one that I let go.
The father of my child.
