Chapter song: The Worst by Jhene Aiko

(Justin's pov)

-8am-

Valerie's not here. She's gone, no trace of her, except for the aching muscles in my arms. She must've left earlier. Fuck.

I disappointedly get up and take a hot shower. What happened last night?

I fucked Val. That's what happened. But this doesn't appear right. Now that I've got what I desired, I don't feel satisfied. I want more. I want Valerie. She's exquisite. She doesn't covet me in the way that the other girls want me. That nags the fuck out of me. I want her to need me, go head over heels for me.

"What's wrong with you?"

Ryan chuckles and walks into the kitchen.

"I finally fucked her last night."

I grumble to mostly myself.

"And?"

He grins amusingly.

"It was amazing. When did she leave?"

I ask Ryan, because he's usually the first one up in the morning.

"I just woke up. I don't know."

Ryan shrugs nonchalantly.

"Doesn't feel good does it?"

Khalil annoyingly chuckles into the room.

"Shut up, man. This is different."

I want to hunt that bitch down and fuck some sense into her.

"How?"

Khalil scoured the fridge.

"She doesn't even care if I played her or not."

I irritably sit on the couch. This isn't right.

"She kinda played you, bro."

Ryan joins back in.

"No, she-"

"She took what she wanted then left."

Khalil cuts me off.

"I don't care."

I grab my phone then hit a random contact.

"Justin?"

A harmless female voice asks.

"Yep, it's me, baby. I was hoping you'd come over."

I ignore the chuckles from Khalil and Ryan.

"Of course. When?"

She sounds exhilarated.

"Whenever you can, sweetheart."

My choice of words is one of the reasons why girls are all over me.

"I'll be there in about 10 minutes."

She giggles, obviously blushing.

"That's your solution?"

Ryan's clearly amused.

"Yea, it works."

I smirk ambitiously. I don't care. I'm in control.

"You don't even know who the girl is."

Khalil looks like he'd been over this already. We all have.

"That's what makes it exciting."

I beam and go into the kitchen to get another box of condoms.

"You're crazy, Justin."

Ryan opens a red bull and takes a drink. Please don't spill a drop on anything.

"I know."

I smirk then stuff a handful of condoms in my pocket. There's a knock on the door, and I open it to see a dark-skinned girl who's almost half naked. I take notice of her tiny waist and perfect rack.

"Hey sexy, come in."

I welcome her in and pull her to the bathroom, but something pulls me back.

"Isn't that our waitress at Hooters?"

Khalil has his dark eyebrows raised.

"I don't know. Maybe."

Once again, I've screwed so many girls that I don't know their names. I pull the girl into the bathroom and get this stress off my dick.

(Valerie's pov)

Damn, last night was so incredible. Justin knows how to fuck really well.

I enter the nearby coffee shop and get my usual bagel and tea.

It's a good time to smoke. I take out a cigarette and light it.

I can finally stop stressing over paying my rent, because I have all the needed money. I wish I had more sleep, but it's already 11am, and I need to get ready for work.

I put the cigarette out and head back to my apartment. I take a quick shower then dry my hair the best I could. I snap on a neon orange top with white bottoms and bright pink heels. I decide to do my makeup here. I put on my usual tank top and shorts then walk out into the hot air. My head is a little light from lack of sleep, so I have a hard time getting to work.

I hope I see Justin, that really awesome fucker, at the strip club tonight. We both got what we wanted, so he should leave me alone.

But I honestly don't want him to. I enter the club and set my stuff down. A Drake song is playing, and the stage is wide open.

About 11 guys are already here, so I walk up to the pole and lower myself to it. I pop my hips and twerk, earning a few more bucks.

My legs and feet eventually get tired after awhile, so I gather the money and stuff it in my bag. My phone buzzes, and I see a text.

"I'm so horny. When are you open?"

That's disgusting.

"9pm"

I type back hesitantly.

"See you then. Can't wait💦"

Great, he adds an emoji. That makes everything better. (Note to sarcasm) I make a quick sigh then look for someone to go up to.

"Looking for me?"

Someone tenderly grabs my waist, making me push him/her away. It's only Justin.

"What do you want now?"

I look straight into his beautiful caramel eyes. It's fucking 1pm in the afternoon.

"You."

He smirks charmingly then walks in closer.

"I'm busy tonight."

I narrow my eyes at the revolting thought of going home with another stranger.

"You don't seem thrilled about that. How 'bout I take you with me instead?"

Justin's wayyy to close, but I remain standing.

"No."

I need the money to start saving up for next month's rent.

"C'mon, baby, just for one night."

He gingerly runs his thumb over my cheek.

"I'm sorry, babe."

I reluctantly push his hand away and give him a fake-pout.

"How 'bout if I give you another $200?"

Damn, why does he assume he can buy himself into everything? But it does convince me.

"...Fine, but this is the last time."

I give in and smile, because I know it's not the last time.

"I talked to your boss. We came to an agreement."

By the tone of Justin's voice, he's clearly fucked her. Why does that not surprise me? He fucked my boss.

I roll my eyes in disgust; then he swiftly pulls me out the door. Luckily, I have my bag with me.

"Where are we going?"

I follow him and move close.

"Anywhere you want, babe."

Justin grabs my waist with generosity. I move his hand to my ass, making him smirk.

"I know a good place for smoothies."

Damn, I haven't had a smoothie since I was 15. That was 4 years ago. I follow Justin into the smoothie place.

"What do you want, baby?"

He has my waist in his tattooed arms.

"I can order myself."

I cut in front of him and order a mango banana smoothie. Justin orders next; then he hands me my smoothie. I try to cover up the fact that I haven't had a smoothie in years, but I love the taste of them.

"Hey Justin."

A Latina girl walks up to Justin and pulls herself close to his arm. I carelessly roll my eyes. I know he's a player, but it doesn't bother me. I'm not searching for love in my life. I gave up on that years ago.

Should I text the guy that I'm not available tonight? I'll tell him to just wait for tomorrow.

"So where do you live?"

Justin catches up with me before I can even pull out my phone from my back pocket.

"You know where I live."

I smirk, reminding him of the time he dropped me off at my apartment.

"Oh, right. So do you."

His eyes are on my breasts. My smirk grows bigger, and I toss my eyes around to the sky again.

"Why do you act like this, Val?"

Justin makes me sit down at an outdoor table.

"Like what?"

Curiosity grows in my eyes as I admire his razor-sharp jawline.

"Nice, careless, happy all the time"

Everybody says that. I don't think they understand that I want to be like this. I don't want to express my pain or anger towards anyone, because I want to cherish the little I have in life.

"Well, is that bad?"

I study every reaction in his sweet eyes.

"No, I'm not saying that's bad. I'm just wondering."

Justin's smiling cutely.

"Why do you keep showing up? What do you want from me?"

I question him again, smiling at him in wonder.

"Let's just say that you're pretty hard to avoid."

He smirks with pride and stares at me.

"You're so clingy."

I roll my eyes and give him a playful nudge.

"I have enough money to spend the rest of my life with you."

He beams ambitiously.

"You can't do that. It doesn't work that way."

Though I want to stay with him so fucking badly.

"You want money, right? I have plenty of it."

He stands up and walks close to me.

"I don't need you."

I stand up too, feeling his presence make excitement flow through my blood. Maybe I do need him, or is he just a want?

"I take it you're single?"

He holds my hand and pulls me even closer to him.

"I don't date people like you."

Hell, I don't date at all.

"People like me?"

Justin's dark eyebrows go up.

"Players. Guys who think it's fun to use girls for who-knows-what."

I speak with truthfulness.

"You're pretty smart for a stripper."

He reaches for my waist and smirks. That's when my temper rises for the first time in ages.

"Am I supposed to be dumb? Is that what you take me for?"

I push him away in disgust, almost tripping on my heels.

"I never said that, babe."

Justin chuckles and steps close again. He's so not cool.

"I'm going back to work."

I turn around and walk away, pissed off. Ok, that hurt.

(A/N: I'm so excited for November 13th!😱😱😱 next post is on Wednesday)

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