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“I miss you too.”
“I’ll be home soon.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
CHAPTER 17
NOVA
I’m on stage.
All eyes are on me.
The lights are hot, the bass thumps through the floor, and my body moves like it always does. Fluid, controlled, seductive.
Money flutters down like confetti, sticking to the sheen on my skin, and cheers rise from the men in the crowd.
But for the first time in years, I’m not really here.
Not in the way I usually am.
I’m somewhere else completely.
With someone else completely.
My mind keeps drifting back to last night. To his voice, low and rough in my ear, saying things that had my toes curling and my breath catching.
To the way he needed me, even from across the country.
To the way I responded, without hesitation, like my body was already his.
And now I can’t get him out of my head.
Every movement I make on stage feels like I’m chasing the phantom touch of his hands on my hips.
The smirk in his voice when he said he wanted to be on top of me.
The way he told me I was his secret weapon.
I twirl around the pole and catch my own reflection in the mirror behind the bar.
Painted lips. Long lashes. Sparkle and skin.
But underneath it? I’m a mess of nerves and want.
And when the song ends, I scoop up the bills and walk off stage, my heart pounding for a reason that has nothing to do with adrenaline.
“Nova,” Jules calls from backstage. “VIP. Now.”
I frown, swiping a towel over the sweat glistening on my chest. “Who?”
She shrugs. “Didn’t give a name. Said to send Lux now.”
She smirks. “And trust me, girl. You’re gonna wanna go.”
Curiosity burns through me as I slip back into my silk robe and wind through the corridors toward The Backstage, our VIP area for the big spenders and serious requests.
I push open the door, expecting some Wall Street creep or maybe a ballplayer with too much ego and not enough charm.
