We had grown up together. He and I were born in the same hospital, raised in the same town, played in the same gardens, but we were different. He was born the heir of so much, he would never have to worry about money; I was born to so little, the daughter of a maid and a butler, having to work the moment I was old enough. Yet we were so similar; best friends since I was assigned as his personal maid at 10 years old. 

We were best friends, we played together, ate together, we did everything together. He and I were basically attached at the hip; everywhere he went, I went too, and everywhere I went, he came. It's not like anyone told us otherwise, his father didn't care and his mother...wasn't around, and my parents found it adorable. 

The years went by, and we stayed close, and our relationship slowly began to change. What was once smiled upon and found cute, was frowned upon and found unacceptable. An heir like him could never fall in love with a maid like me. But we never let it bother us, we didn't even know what love was back then. All we knew was what we felt for each other, we didn't put a label on it. 

We gave our firsts to each other. He was my first kiss, my first date, the boy who took my virginity in the sweetest, softest way. He took care of me, showed me what true love was. He made promises to me, told me I was his, and back then I believed him. He was romantic and perfect, and I loved what he said to me, but they would never come true. 

He meant the world to me, but at 15 and 17 we didn't worry about consequences. We didn't care, we were young...and foolish, and it led to my saddest first; my first heartbreak.

His father had caught us making out in his bedroom, while we thought it wasn't a big deal, his father had other thoughts, other plans for me and him. His father waited for him to leave on a business trip, and then he dealt with me. My parents and I were handed 300k in cash, and thrown out. He threatened us, should we ever return or should I ever try to contact him; he had plans for his son, ones that would never include me. I should've expected it, I was just a maid after all, but like I said; we- I was foolish.

The money was helpful, it helped us buy a beautiful house, like my mother had always dreamed of, and my parents were able to relax more, but they knew at what cost it came. The loss of my best friend and greatest love. The heartbreak changed me, I was never the same kid after it. I never saw him, he never came after me. The next time I saw him was like salt in a wound. He was on the cover of all the biggest magazines; engaged to a rich heiress. He looked happy, and that hurt more than anything.

It had been 4 years, I had moved to New York City, the city of new starts and dreams, I never looked to see if they'd gotten married, I didn't care. I tried to focus on my work, something I had let myself get dragged into in my sadness; stripping, exotic dancing, whatever you wanted to call it. It paid the bills and it made my sadness go away for a while. It made everything go away for a while...

"Nikki! You're up next!" 

I shook myself out of my thoughts and lifted my head up, yelling back, "One minute! I'm almost done with my eyeliner!" I glanced in the mirror, quickly finishing my fox eyeliner on top of ombre eyeshadow, drawing out my eyes. I stood up, glancing over myself in the mirror. With a quick adjustment to my dark green sequin top and matching bottom, I strutted out the door; having mastered my 8-inch heeled boots. 

I cleared my head, focusing only on the music and got into the rhythm, strutting onto the stage and to my pole where I began to dance, finding peace in the music. I could hear the voices around me and money being thrown onto the stage, but all I focused on was the next move. As I slid up and around the pole, I glanced around the bar with my signature, seductive smile.

My eyes met someone's, and my heart almost stopped as I recognized the piercing brown eyes. He couldn't be here. I slipped on the pole, but quickly recovered, pretending I'd done it on purpose. I finished up my dance as fast as I could and headed off stage, letting the other strippers collect the tips. 

"Fuck...he can't be here, he can't be. I'm imagining things." I whispered to myself, running my hands nervously through my red hair. "Get it together Nikita."

"Nikki! What was that? You had another couple dances up there!" Hissed my manager, Angie or Angel, running up to me. "I had to send Ruby up there, so you get to deal with her attitude." She told me, annoyance glittering in her eyes.

"Sorry Angie, I got distracted and slipped, I had to fix my outfit." I lied with a nervous smile. 

"Doesn't matter, someone payed for a private dance, VIP room 7." She told me. "Fix your outfit, throw on some lipstick, and then go!" She told me sternly before running off.

I groaned to myself and shook my head, heading to my room. I quickly applied some matte dark red lipstick and brushed my hair out before heading to the VIP room. I took a shaky breath before entering, noticing it was dark; lit barely by the fairy lights on the ceilings. 

The guest must be choosing to be anonymous. I thought to myself. I could see him sitting in the back on the couch, his legs spread as he sat in comfort, sipping what I assumed was a bourbon. There was something about him...I couldn't place it. I'd probably just given him a dance before. I walked over to the pole in the middle of the room, careful in my boots as I didn't want to mess up and kill the vibe. Before I could start my pole dance, he patted his leg, indicating he wanted a lap dance. 

I hated giving lap dances, but it's not like I could refuse. I slowly, seductively walked over to him, lifting my legs over his to straddle him, I began to grind my body against his, keeping up with the tempo of the music. I focused on the music, pretending I was into the dance when I really just wanted to be done. 

He set his hands on my legs, gripping the soft skin with his rough, large hands, surprising me. Before I could tell him no touching, he spoke. "I've been looking for you for a long time, my love." He whispered into my ear, his breath warm and his voice intoxicating. He had found me.

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