I open my eyes slowly as I see the fourteenth call from my mama, rolling my eyes, I silence my phone then get up from my bed. Walking into the bathroom, I take a long hot shower and do my morning hygiene before getting dressed in tights and a t-shirt then walk into the living room; finding Chanel and Brandon hugged up so I let them sleep while I go into the kitchen and make breakfast.

"Wake up, love birds! Food is ready!!" I smile as I sit down with my plate of turkey bacon, eggs, fruits, and pancakes. "I hope you eat this stuff, Brandon, if not you're welcome to make yourself something else."

"We're not lovebirds. You know I'm with Jarell. Brandon and I are just friends." Chanel says as she walks towards the guest bathroom; already knowing where I keep new toothbrushes.

"She might be with Jarell, but she wanna be with me. Don't let her fool you. She was all over me last night." Brandon smirks as he goes after Chanel.

By the time both of them finish their morning hygiene, I'm already full off my second plate. As I reply to text messages from my students, my mind also reverts to Drummer and how he blew me off last night. Although I'll never admit it out loud, I was upset when Brandon told me that Drummer wasn't coming over.

"So what's the move today?" Brandon asks, sipping his mimosa.

"Well I have a new client coming in for a pole dancing consultation so I'm gonna get her signed up. Other than that, nothing much." I shrug as a message pops up on my phone.

🙄Good morning, beautiful. I know it's been a while, but I really need to talk to you. Can we meet tonight?

"Chanel, bitch, guess who just texted me claiming that he really wants to talk and meet up."

Chanel thinks for a minute and her eyes grow wide, "Tony!?" She asks then starts raising her eyebrows up and down. She always did want me to be with him. She claims that he was everything I needed in a man: good in bed, wealthy, intelligent, loving, caring etc.

"Yeah unfortunately, It's him." I sigh loudly. "I'm not about to put up with his shit. I already know he's about to be talking about being together. That'll ruin my fucking mood just like it did back in the day."

"Who is Tony?" Brandon asks with a brow raised, stuffing his mouth with food.

"A guy I used to fuck with that wanted to get serious so I cut him off. I already know you're gonna tell Drummer so do as you please. I'm single and it's staying that way." I say as I get up and walk towards my room. "You two are welcome to hang out while I'm gone."

As I grab my bag and keys, I say goodbye to Brandon and Chanel before heading to my studio. As soon as I unlock the door and step inside, my phone rings from an unknown number.

"Hey baby." The person on the phone says as I start cleaning up.

"Tony, what do you want? I didn't reply to your message for a reason."

"I know. That's why I called privately. I still want you, Milani. I just want to talk because we ended on a sour note. I figured you've grown in the little while that we haven't been in contact so I was hoping we could reconnect and rekindle our romance. I know you miss me, baby."

"A little while? Tony, it's been three years since I cut you off. I see now that you're still on that bullshit about being together. You know I don't want to be in a relationship. The only thing I miss is that dick and tongue."

"Well let me give you that tonight. I have a flight soon and I'll be in town. I want.. no, I need to see you." He says as I remain quiet, thinking about it. "You still live at the same place?"

"Goodbye, Tony. My client just walked in. I'll think about it and let you know." I tell him as I hang up, putting my phone in my bag then motioning for my client to follow me into my office.

I sit down at my desk while she sits across from me. I immediately notice her laid ass wig. It's giving me very much scalp vibes. She's damn near glowing, and I'm not gay but wow, she's beautiful.

"Hello, I'm Milani Ross. Owner of this dance studio. I know you booked an appointment for a pole dancing class. What makes you interested in this style of dancing? Do you have any dance experience?" I ask as I prepare to type her information onto her application.

"Nice to meet you, Milani. I'm here because my man and I's anniversary is coming up in a month and I want to spice things up. He gives me the world and treats me like a queen so I'm returning the favor. I've had a pole installed in our house while he was at work and I want to be able to give him a sexy ass dance. I want him to be all over me. I actually don't have any dance experience so I'll be starting fresh." She smiles softly, I can see the hurt behind her eyes.

"Awww that's so sweet and after the dance I'm gonna teach you, he'll be wanting to eat you up. Do you have any health issues that may affect your ability to perform?"

"Thank you and no, I'm perfectly healthy. I was wondering how many sessions will we be doing? Price is not a problem."

Typing away on my computer, I turn my computer towards her and show her three different videos of me pole dancing to different songs. "Which video better fits your style? That'll help me determine how many sessions you'll need."

She thinks for a minute so I let her watch the videos again, "video 2!! Yes ma'am and damn, you can really dance! I know your man is happy. I would also like my sessions to be private. I learn better when things are one on one."

"Okay, that'll be at least 6, 2 hour sessions. If you catch on more quickly, that'll cut down the number of sessions which would ultimately reduce the price. We'll figure everything out after the first session. Since you've already paid your consultation fee, today you can pay your deposit for session 1 which is $225. Full price for a private session is $550 which will include an outfit of your choice from our catalog." I tell her as I accept her debit card and swipe it, printing off her receipt then giving her the catalog. I also give her a business card with her session time and date.

She looks through the catalog and finds her outfit. I write it down so that I can place the order later. "Thank you so much, Milani." She says as we walk to the door. "I'll see you in a week."

"You're welcome, Ariyah." I smile as I let her out then walk back to my office.

I spend about 7 more hours at the shop, doing consultations, teaching 2 pole dancing classes, working with students who need extra help getting the moves down packed, and choreographing new routines for hip hip solos. By the time I check my phone and lock up, I see that Tony had called me five times, left three voicemails, and two texts. Getting into my car, I drive back to my apartment and as soon as I pull up, I see a red Rolls Royce in front of my door.

"You look good, Milani." Tony says as he gets out of the car, his salt and pepper beard longer than before. I have to admit, he's aged nicely.

"What the hell are you doing here, Tony? How did you even know I stayed in the same place? What if I moved?" I ask as I roll my eyes, unlocking my front door and walking inside with him behind me.

"I'm here for you, baby. I have my ways and I knew you hadn't moved. You love it here." He says, taking my bag and sitting it down, pulling me into him. "Gimme a hug, Lani. I missed you."

Ignoring my instincts, I let him embrace me and he picks me up into his arms; kissing me passionately and smacking my ass. His cologne fills my nostrils, driving me crazy.

"Okay, put me down. Don't start nun you can't finish and I need to shower. I just left the studio."

"You know I can finish it. Go shower and get dressed. I'm taking you out tonight." He says, sitting down on the couch.

"I don't feel like going out. I'm tired and hungry so I'll probably cook dinner when I get finished."

Walking into my room, I lock the door behind myself and strip out of my clothes, taking a hot bubble bath. Once I'm finished, I lotion my body and get dressed in a tank top and biker shorts then put my hair up into a messy bun.

"Tony, so why..." I trail until I see the sight in front of me. My table is covered in rose petals, candles and an ice bucket with champagne. Moments later a chef comes out with my favorite meal: bourbon glazed salmon, roasted garlic potatoes, Cajun styled shrimp, rolls with cinnamon butter, and a piece of German chocolate cake.

"You said you didn't feel like going out, but you were hungry so I bought dinner to you. Like I said, I want you and I'll do whatever to make you realize that. Sit down and lets eat." He says, pulling out my chair for me and letting me sit down.

I smile widely, "Thank you, I really appreciate this, Tony. So how's life been in Carolina?"

"You don't have to thank me. You deserve it. Carolina has been wonderful. My new law firm has been booming with clients and I have more money than ever before. The only thing that's missing is a hardworking woman by my side. Don't get me wrong, I've tried to date, but none of them compare to you. I can't shake the feelings that you gave me, Lani. We formed a real connection and I miss that. I miss you.... How have things been going at the studio?"

"That's amazing. I'm happy for you, but please don't ruin the moment by talking about relationships. You know I don't want to be in one so if that was your reason for seeing me, you can leave. It's not happening. My studio has been doing very well. I have new clients almost everyday. It's so busy that I had to hire Chanel to work for me because I needed help. I'm actually thinking about hiring more employees so I can stop working myself so much."

"You got too much attitude for me, Milani. I know you wasn't with the relationships, but your mouth is too much. You're not about to keep talking to me like I'm a simp. Any woman would be glad to have a man like me, but here I am trying with your stubborn ass." He sighs, pushing his food away from him.

I watch as Tony pays the chef and dismisses him. As soon as he leaves my house, Tony has me pinned up against the wall with his hand in my panties. He rubs circles on my clit as his fingers slip into my wetness. He sloppily kisses my neck while fingering me slowly, teasing me.

"Shit! S-stop playing." I moan as I start getting naked.

Tony does the same as I lead him into my bedroom and push him down on the bed. Slowly crawling up to him, I take his hard dick into my mouth as I wrap my hands around it; sucking and spitting all over it. He moans as I pick up the pace then trailing spit from the shaft down to his balls, humming as I juggle them with my tongue.

"Fuck Lani. You know I like that shit." Tony moans loudly.

After sucking it for about 5 more minutes, Tony flips us over and buries his head between my legs; licking and sucking on my clit like a hungry dog. Each time his tongue flicks faster, I almost cum but I stop myself so that it can build up.

"I'm ready for that pussy, baby." He says as he positions himself at my entrance.

"Oh no sir, put this on." I tell him, reaching into my nightstand and pulling out a condom.

Scoffing loudly, he puts it on because he knows how serious I am about safe sex. He slowly pushes the tip in and I almost cum from not feeling dick in so long. I run my fingers down his back as he pushes himself all the way in. His six inches feeling like heaven right now. Tony picks up the pace and starts fucking me hardly as I moan his name.

"You gone be my woman?" He asks as he hits my g-spot making me cum.

"H-H-Hell naw." I stutter out, making him hit my spot harder.

My walls contract around his dick as he releases his hot load into the condom then pulls out of me. We both lay next to each other, sweaty and tired. Moments later, my pussy is wet again and I'm ready for round two so I start kissing Tony's neck and massaging his gummy worm.

"Nah, I'm tired. I don't go multiple rounds with a woman who doesn't even wanna be with me."

Tony rolls over and within minutes he starts snoring loudly, pissing me off. Rolling my eyes, I grab my vibrator and my phone carrying them into the bathroom. I send a quick text to Drummer because at this point, I need him inside me. I don't give a damn if I don't know him, we'll be using a condom anyway.

I know we haven't talked today, but come give me some dick🌚

An hour and no reply later, I get busy with my vibrator, finishing up the job that the real Tony should've done. Don't get me wrong, he did make me cum, but I need at least three more rounds. I didn't even get to pull out my best tricks.