Viv:
I don’t know what I was doing.
Putting on eyeliner with more precision than usual. Curling my hair just a little looser, letting it fall over my shoulders like I hadn’t tried too hard—when I had. I kept telling myself I was dressing for the stage, for the tips, for the vibe. But I knew better.
I was dressing for him.
Leather micro shorts that hugged my ass like a second skin. Triangle leather bikini top that barely covered enough to keep things legal. A cropped jacket just for flair. He liked fire, and tonight, I was the flame.
Dumb.
So dumb.
And yet.
I checked myself in the mirror one last time, smirking at the way the outfit made me look both sexy and deadly. The thigh high boots clicked behind me as I made my way out, confidence clinging to me like perfume.
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