No one understands why I love him.
Why I need him.
Why I took him back.
But they don’t have to.
Despite the hurt and the heartache, I see beneath his skin.
And I’m different now.
No more Flirty Frankie. I'm done with being King of the club.
My dreams have changed, and so have I.
I believe in myself.
And I’m a hell of a lot smarter than a year ago.
Now it's his turn to show me the man he really is.
To prove it.
I've always loved him.
But that's not enough.
I need to learn to trust him.
No more excuses.
No more chances.
I make this right or lose him for good.
I have to do this.
No one has ever believed in me but him.
No one has ever wanted me but him.
I can’t let him down.
I can’t let myself down.
I’m trying, but it's so damn hard.
No matter what they throw at me, I’m stronger.
And I’m going to make it.
I’m on my way.
With Frankie by my side.
I can see the future.
I have a future.
“I know you say it don’t matter about me dancing, but are you sure? I mean, I ain’t doing hand jobs or touching them, but you gotta know they’re getting hard-ons while I’m giving them lap dances.”
I saw no shame in his eyes as Frankie faced me down.
Before answering, I took several deep breaths to calm my nerves and rid my voice of anger. “Not gonna lie. It’s weird.” I chewed the inside of my cheek.
“It’s my job. And until I can find one that makes me the same or similar money, I ain’t giving it up. I need you to keep your cool in the club and not go running out every time that happens. If you can’t, then maybe it’s better if you don’t come no more.”
I raised my hand. “I won’t do anything stupid. Swear.”
He nodded. “Okay. As long as you understand…