Page 52 of Fang
She opens her door, waving goodbye before she shuts it behind her.
Yeah, that’s the woman I’m going to make my old lady.
Imiss him, and I hate it.
I hate how the club feels different when he’s not here. Something that I never noticed until now. I hate how I keep looking over my shoulder, waiting for him to walk into the room. I hate that I miss him watching me dance or just feeling his eyes on me as I walk through the club. Most of all I hate the way that after one date I miss him.
It’s insane. It’s ridiculous. It’s fucking annoying, is what it is. The tip of my tongue is numb from biting it so many times to stop myself from asking Happy when he will be back.
I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.
Being obsessed with a guy is for the goddamn birds.
After tightening my heels, I step back and check myself out in the mirror. I look like I’d rather be anywhere but here. Yeah, that’s as good as it’s going to get tonight, and I have a feeling that my tips are going to reflect my mood.
“Aw, what’s wrong, Cami? You missing your sugar daddy?” Venus teases, making the other girls laugh.
Ignoring them, I grab my robe and head toward Happy.
When we make it to Danny, my nerves are high.
“Hey, you okay?” Danny asks.
“I’m fine.”
“New song tonight, huh? Did you run it by Fang?” he asks.
Happy looks over at me and frowns, but I don’t pay him any mind.
“He’s fine with it,” I lie. The last thing either of them needs to know is that I’m going to do an unapproved dance.
Call it my little act of rebellion for taking off so long.
“I would say break a leg, but I kind of hope you fall on your face,” Stacey says as she passes by.
“Watch it,” Happy growls.
“Leave it, they aren’t worth it.” I take off my robe and hand it to him. “I’ll see you guys in a few minutes.
When I take the stage, my eyes go to the door.
Knock it off, Cami, he’s not here.
“Dangerous Woman” by Arianna Grande begins to play, and I start to move. I dance like he’s in the room watching. We might joke how Fang is the bad boy in our relationship, if we can even call it that, but in reality he makes me feel dangerous. I feel like with him I could loosen the reins I have and be bad.
I only want to be bad with him, though.
Halfway through, my breath catches when the door opens. A group of guys in leather walk in, and I scan them. I fight the urge to frown when I realize he’s not here. Disappointment rolls through me, and I have to force myself to keep moving. I can’t stop, not until the song is over.
Okay, Cami, this is insane. Pull it together and dance.
So I do. I zone out and finish the song. All I know is that it takes me a minute to realize the lights are lowered and the musichas stopped. Quickly, I head offstage to Happy, who stares at me with a look I can’t quite name.
“You good?” he asks again.
I hum as I bite the inside of my cheek. I desperately want to ask him about Fang, but I can’t bring myself to. I won’t be one of those women who’s dickmatized before I even get the dick. We make it five steps when someone approaches.
“Hey, sugar,” he says as he grabs my arm. “You looked real good up there. How about you give me a private dance?”
