Bree's POV
Dancing on the stage as usual, I glanced around the room hoping to see Lorenzo.
Not like I wanted to see him. Indeed, I wished that he wasn't there. I just wanted to make sure of that so I'd be able to do exactly what I had in mind…
Find someone else to perform a private dance for.
Well, not just anyone. As I wiggled my waist seductively with my hand on the pole, I scanned the crowd looking to find someone rich enough to carry out my plans.
The entire crowd erupted in applause as I did the moves that I practised with Gina.
“Come on, girl. I always knew you got it in you,” one of the men screamed.
“Oh, please, come put this ass on me. I can kill and die for a taste of it. Even if it's the last thing I do in this life,” another gushed, stretching his hand desperately toward
