Page 37 of Goose

Chapter Eight

Bambi

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IHAD RUN OUT OF THEclubhouse after my fight with Goose. I couldn’t hold back my feelings for him any longer. There was this pull to him I just couldn’t explain.

No matter how many times we went around, I always caved. The only way to stop this was to cut him off completely. Until he can tell me how he felt, I need the distance. I love Goose with everything I am.

I always absorbed his darkness, and it was diminishing the small amount of light I have left in me.

Well, fuck that!Starting tonight, I was no longer going to even bother with him. No more games with Goose.I’m done. I chose me for once.

I sigh as I walk into the dressing area to check on the girls. We have a big night tonight and I need all my girls on their game.

I walk over to Tiffani’s door and knock. No answer, so I knock again. One of the girls walks by and shrugs as I knock again.

Annoyed, I walk back to my office to grab the spare key for her special dressing room she cried to Mad Dog about.

Carefully opening the door, I look around expecting her to be banging one of the Prospects. Instead, I’m greeted by emptiness.

The lights are low, and all her outfits for the night are carefully hung on her rack. I look around and can’t see any signs of her anywhere.

Mad Dog comes in and looks around. “Where’s Tiff?”

“I don’t know. She’s just not here. Her phone and wallet aren’t here, maybe she left?”

He sighs and runs his hand through his short hair. “Fuck. We have some big rollers coming in tonight. They want a fucking show, Bambi. We don’t give them one and word is going to spread. Then we’re fucked.”

“Maybe one of the other girls can take her spot?”

Mad Dog shakes his head. “No way are they ready for that, babe. Look... I know you don’t do this anymore, but I need this favor. I will owe you big time. Please, Bambi.”

I twist my hands together and think about it. “Okay. I’ll do it. But just this one time and it’s only because I love you.”

Mad Dog runs and grabs me in an enormous hug. “You are the best! God, I am so lucky to have you.”

I smile and look around Tiffani’s dressing room. “I can work with this. Get my song up and let’s do this.”

He nods his head as he runs out of the room.

I can do this. I’m a fucking queen. I got this.

Digging through Tiffani’s outfits, I come upon my old getup. I smile as I take it out and lay it on the overstuffed purple chair.

I sit down at the vanity and hum as I do my hair and makeup. I only have about half an hour, but that’s plenty of time to get ready.

None of the girls know I’m doing this tonight. It’s definitely going to be a surprise to everybody.

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