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In the event that this work of fiction contains similarities to real locations, people, events, or situations, it is unintentional unless otherwise expressed by the author. instagram.com/greyhuffington STAY IN CONTACT want live updates? text greyhuffington to 1 (833) 315 2372 instagram.com/greyhuffington CONTENTS LAWE Prologue LAWE Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Deleted Scenes+ Epilogue The Beginning Discover More More from Grey Huffington ghuffington.com NOTE Stop playing with me. *chef’s kiss* PROLOGUE March 17th St. Patrick’s Day Lust – Berkeley, Huffington The loud, obnoxious speakers throughout the vicinity rattled my chest, temporarily deafening me each time a new track spun. After six years and two months, there were still perspiring palms and shattered nerves each and every night. But, contrary to those among me, neither was a result of treacherous, debilitating fear. The thrill. Easily, it would explain the perfection of my posture, the projection of my voice, and the twinkle in my eye. It cruised through my body like the blood I needed to live and breathe. Medicinal, it soothed every ache I ever suffered and served as preventive care for future unwarranted, unwanted bullshit. The lights, the chatter, the sound of heels clapping the floor to no end, the hustle, the bustle, the beauty, the breasts, the booties, the bare pussies, the smell of bargained body spray, and the bills that fell from the sky like snow in the winter. They all played vital roles in euphoria—the very pleasurable, very private state of mind I entered the second I crossed the threshold of Lust. “Happy birthday to yoooooooooou!” Puhhhh. The fire on top of the three and zero died instantly. “Damn, are you even going to make a wish?” Sin questioned, dangling the lighter over the three in preparation to light both candles again. “My wishes are granted daily. I don’t need candles to make them come true. Bigger tricks and bigger treats.” “Sometimes, I hate you,” she groaned. “Here, cut the first piece.” “Do the honors,” I suggested. “You’re such a fucking party pooper. Are you at least going to eat a piece?” “Before I go on stage and risk bloat? Not tonight, Sin.” “See, this is why—” “Don’t take my lack of enthusiasm as an insult. I appreciate all of this, you know it. This simply isn’t the time or place.” I waved my hand over the decorations throughout the dressing room. Sin was most thoughtful of my girls, but she hadn’t put enough thought into her plans for the night. My work and personal life were two very different lives. I hadn’t been mistaken when I made it that way, either. There were reasons. “The most important thing for me right now is center stage. Nothing else matters.” “Not even your birthday?” She groaned, stomping her feet like a bratty teen. “Not even my birthday. Feed the girls with the cake. I’m sure some of them are starving.” “If they aren’t, it sure looks like it.” “Thanks, Sin.” “Alright. I’ll leave you alone and let you focus. You know where to find me if you need me.” A simple nod was conjured before Sin walked off with the green cake in her hand. While the other girls raged over pink in grade school, I was drawn to the color green from the very start. It was my happy color and it still looked good in my designer bags all these years later. After she disappeared, a breath of fresh air was released from my lungs. Once, twice, and a third time, I spritzed my chest with the YSL fragrance I’d chosen for the night. Seductive strut, grip the pole, turn around, position the pole between my cheeks before bending over, grab my ankles… I rehearsed my routine for the fifth time in my head. The loud, blaring alarm sounded as the lights throughout Lust lowered. Flashes of red circled the room where I finished polishing gloss on my lips a final time as well as every other room in Lust. I stood to my feet, glanced at the floor-length mirror once more, and set the tube of gloss on the vanity next to it. Knock. Knock. Fiona. “It’s time, baby. Go get that bag!” she yelled through the door. On my way. One foot in front of the other, the seven-inch, platform heels collided with wood underneath my feet. The custom Dianas were a gift and an investment I was relieved of. My predilection for the luxury dancewear wasn’t confidential. Every piece on my body was stamped with the designer’s imprint. Hence, the reason I’d chosen my latest item, straight from the showroom