Chapter song: Truffle Butter by Nicki Minaj

(Justin's pov)

-8am-

Like I'd expected, Val was gone when I woke up. There was no trace of her presence anywhere.

Fuck, this isn't how I'm supposed to feel. I hate the fact that I want her, that nothing is going my way. It severely triggers my OCD.

I put on a pair of red gym shorts then tempestuously walk downstairs.

"She left about 45 minutes ago."

Ryan's already lounging on the couch.

"I know."

I'm frustrated, distressed. I want to keep her until I don't feel this way anymore. I want control. I'm used to controlling every girl that I want.

"Let me guess. You still don't feel anything?"

Khalil's casually making coffee in the kitchen.

"I want to hit something."

I sigh in complex annoyance and tug my hair, violently.

"She's not stupid, bro. She knows you're gonna fuck another girl-which you're doing right now."

Za motions to my phone. He's right.

"I have to."

I quickly tap on a random contact and impatiently hold it to my ear.

"That's not gonna solve anything."

Ryan knowingly calls from the couch.

"Oh, hi, Jay. You finally answered my calls."

An enthusiastic female voice picks up.

"Yea, it's a long story. Why don't you come over, and I'll make it up to you?"

I need someone to fuck. With Valerie not here, I feel emptier than I ever have. It's not normal.

(Valerie's pov)

When I return to my apartment, I thirdly sigh and take a long, hot, relaxing shower.

Ugh, this hurts. I feel like I've just hit rock bottom again. Yesterday was a dream, a fantasy. It wasn't real.

I'm not anything special. I'm just a stripper who works her ass off to make a sufficient amount of money. I'm just a slutty prostitute who let's people take advantage of her. Now that I've said it out loud, I hate it.

I put on a neon yellow top with white bottoms and black heels. I put on my tank top and jean shorts then walk out. I stop by the coffee shop and order my usual. I sit quietly at a table and eat.

I don't know what I'm doing. My life is a nightmare, and I hate it. I'm not worth anything.

I throw my trash away then go outside to light a cigarette. I only have 2 remaining. I have enough money to buy myself another pack, so I walk into a nearby gas station.

Once I buy a new pack, I go outside and continue to light it up. Before I can take a single drag, I feel something small and wet hit my bare shoulder. Rain.

Annoyed, I sigh then stomp out my cigarette. I hear thunder then hurry into my apartment before I hear the loud rattling of raindrops. Luckly, I have an umbrella.

Work starts in 20 minutes, and I have to go back outside. I unhappily grab my bag and open my umbrella before stepping into the pouring rain. Fuck, I'm gonna bust my ass in these heels. I defeatedly take them off and hurry my way to the strip club.

"Is it bad out there?"

Nicole asks when I walk in, drenched from head to toe. The umbrella was useless.

"Yea."

I miserably set my stuff down in the back and take off my soaking wet shirt and shorts. Once I'm dry enough, I offer a lap dance to a guy.

"I've got $20."

He lustfully stares at me with interest.

"That's fine."

I place my leg on his shoulder and shake my hips as he enjoys it. I teasingly dance for him for a whole song then walk away with his money.

We don't have many customers because of the rain. Tired, I sit at a table and patiently wait for more customers.

My phone buzzes, and I look to see a text from the same number as yesterday.

"It doesn't work that way, sweetie. Take your night off tonight. We'll work something out soon"

What the hell? It's just one fucking night. Ugh, son of a bitch. He's gonna have to suck it up. I sigh and put my head down on the table, annoyed.

"Mind if I join?"

Someone sits directly beside me. Justin.

"I haven't seen you in forever."

I joke and smile delightfully at him.

"I know right."

Justin chuckles adorably.

"What do you want, baby?"

I rub my temples, because I have an excruciating headache.

"I already told you. I want you."

He smoothly puts his arm around me.

"I've gotta work."

I stand up and give him a teasing pat on the shoulder.

"C'mere cutie."

A guy hoots to me, so I willingly go over to him.

"$15?"

He offers, and I thankfully take it. I shove his head in my cleavage and move my hips on his lap, sexily.

"Mm, I'll add another $10 if you take your top off."

He moans in lust. I agree and untie my top, letting it drop into my hand. His eyes won't leave my breasts. Suddenly, something suddenly pulls me back by my waist. It's Justin.

"Hey, I was about to make $25 back there."

I give him a look of bewilderment and disapproval.

"I don't like that."

Justin's wide eyes are on my topless chest.

"Don't like what?"

I sassily tie my top back on.

"Why'd you take your top off?"

He licks his lips, adjusting his eyes to meet mine.

"He was adding another $10."

I'm a little annoyed that he always does this at the wrong time.

"I don't care. I don't like it."

Justin speaks strictly.

"Too bad. You don't own me."

I playfully mock his tone and turn around.

"Hey, I know a way to make you good money in less than 5 minutes."

Justin speaks behind me.

"How?"

I cross my arms and turn to his perfect being.

"Give me a lap dance."

He smirks deviously.

"Alright."

I walk up to him, push him on a chair then deeply start grinding my hips against his crotch. I feel his hands unhurriedly grab my waist.

"Take it off."

Justin greedily tugs at my top.

"You'll have to add another $100."

I smirk back and keep my top on.

"Deal."

He smiles then rips my top off. I continue to twerk on him. He grabs my hips as they move on him, close. I feel him pull me backward, so that the back of my head is on his shoulder. His hand strokes down my neck, over my chest, and down my thigh.

"I wanna fuck you so hard."

He whispers lustfully in my ear. I teasingly pull away and press his head into my breasts. He growls softly against my skin; then I take his money and walk off.

I feel him playfully slap my ass and I gasp. I proudly go to the back and stuff the money in my bag after putting on my top again.

When I return, Justin's gone, just like that. I feel so lonely and desperate, a bit inconsolable. I want him to stay.

Fuck it. It's no big deal.

I'm on break, so I cheaply buy a rice Krispy treat from the vending machine and a water bottle. A nap sounds resolvable right now, so I put my head on the liquor-stained table and rest my bones.

(Justin's pov)

-8pm-

I don't own her. So what? That doesn't bother me slightly.

What bothers me is that other guys are flirting with her, threatening to steal my prey. She fucking took her top off for some random guy.

No, she's mine. I have complete control over her. I have money. That's it. I'm going back there and claiming what's mine.

I hop back in my black Bugatti then drive through the rain back to the strip club. When I enter, I spot Val immediately. It's not hard to find her when her hair is colored lavender.

She's dancing, doing her thing. Damn, she looks so sexy, dancing on that pole like she's born to do that.

I pull out a roll of dollar bills and make my way to her. About 3-4 girls are watching me. I probably fucked them. If I did, then they're gonna hate for what I'm about to do.

I walk up to Val and pull her face to face with me.

"You're kidding me, really?"

Valerie grin in amusement, making me agitated.

"Here, $300. Fuck me, now."

I set three hundred dollar bills in her hand. Her eyes widen and she looks defeated.

"Ok."

She shrugs, and I grow even more impatient. I let her get her bag then pull her out of the club and into my car.

(A/N: I'm still really pissed 1D has their album on 11/13😡 Next post is on Sunday)

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