Angel-
Christmas is just over a week away and I'm out doing some last minute shopping with Jerica, Ariel is easy but I wanted to get something special for Harry.
Something meaningful.
"So you know that place I showed you last week?" Jerica asks and I hum in confirmation, "We were approved. We get the keys on Christmas because they're leaving town." She says.
"That's amazing, would be a nice gift to Harry to get off the couch and me out of his hair." I reply.
"Girl, he's in love with you and you know it." She says as she nudges me, I know he felt something for me before but I have no clue how he feels about me now. My feelings haven't changed, if anything they've grown stronger.
I love the way we work together, we rarely contradict each other especially in parenting. Where he's strong I'm weak and vice versa, I couldn't imagine raising Ariel with anyone else. It took me a while to get used to him calling me mom but after a while it was just like second nature, no more explaining how I'm his sister but not related to Harry, Harry didn't have to go through the embarrassing story of how he was married to my mother.
It was like our past never existed, like Ariel was actually mine.
"And you're in love with him," She says snapping me out of my thoughts. "You were thinking about him, you always get this dreamy look in your eyes." She adds and I roll my eyes.
"Come on, I need to find something for him."
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Later that night I was at work, Harry had some work meeting so Ariel was spending the night with his sister Gemma. My body moves to the music as I lose myself in the beat, I was wearing my favorite club outfit consisting of some black leather leggings with high heeled boots and a silver drape front and backless top. My hair was down in loose curls while my makeup was dark and vampy.
I don't love my job but I'm saving up for the new apartment as well as a new car so I need it.
The club I work in is one of the more upscale ones, I've been hit on before but never groped or anything. About halfway through my shift I walk over to the bar to grab a water, as I walk I feel eyes on me. Once at the bar I look back over my shoulder and smile at the tall man dressed in black.
"Hello gorgeous," He smiles and I bite my lip.
"What are you doing here?" I ask and he sighs.
"Business," He replies shortly before downing the rest of his drink. "Come dance with me," He insists as he holds his large hand out.
"I'm not supposed to dance with customers," I shrug and he chuckles.
"Good thing I'm your boss then." He says with a wink and I roll my eyes before handing him my hand, he keeps me close as he leads me out to the dance floor before places his hands on my waist.
"Did you really have to buy the club I work at Harry?" I ask and he shakes his head.
"It was part of a bigger deal, honestly forgot you worked here until I saw you up there." He replies as he pulls me closer to his body, "You look beautiful." He whispers as I loop my arms over his shoulders, "But you look more beautiful without all the makeup and clothing."
"You're just trying to see me naked again." I tease and he licks his lips.
"Can't blame me now can you love?"

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