Plotting my sister's downfall
Tasha pov
I was at the club, partying and dancing with the little money Steven gave me—$ 5000.
Tonight was fun. I saw a handsome man sitting behind a table, with an amber glass of cocktail in his grasp, he was sipping it and demurely dancing with his head.
I walked up to him, seductively, and smiled when I got to his side, "Hey, fine boy," I winked at him, twirling my fingers seductively, and he half stared at me, his gaze was fixed on my boobs.
I pushed my chest forward and angled my head, turning my right cheek, the charming part of myself to him.
"Yo!" he waved at me, but his voice was barely above a whisper.
I grinned widely at him. "Do you mind sharing the dance floor with me? You look hot, and I know both of us would be stunning an
