Varsity Bad Boy Series

Book Three| Dancing With The Defensive End: Chapter 6

Gia

I got into my car to drive to the studio I work at for this private lesson. When I decided to move to Dallas with John after he was drafted here, I promised him I would start a new life away from stripping.

Truth is I was happy to give up stripping. Although I am good at it, it really wasn’t for me. I will admit the money was good.

If I have to move to California, I know me and John will be over. I will have no choice but to go back into stripping to support myself.

“Why California? Why did you have to have him go there? Are you playing a twisted game on me?” I yelled out in my car to no one.

I swear god likes to play jokes on me. No matter what, California is going to be the breaking point in my relationship with John. If I go, he will hate me. If I stay here in Dallas, he will hate me. No matter what, John is going to get hurt and hate me.

I unlocked the studio and went inside. I was lucky that Shayla hired me to be a dance instructor here. A few other dance studios were sceptical because of me being a stripper.

Shayla said to me everybody has a past, if you can dance and can teach it, then that’s what I want. After I gave her a demonstration of the different dances I can do, it was ballet she was the most surprised at, she hired me. We became fast friends.

A few months ago, Shayla came up with this idea of private lessons for women to seduce your significant other like a stripper would. I actually thought it was a good idea and gave my blessing for her to advertise it. I now have a steady flow of clients.

Today, I have Mrs Jones. As she came into the door I greeted her and asked if she needed to change so we could begin her lesson.

“No, I’m good. You ok Gia? You look a bit stressed.” Mrs Jones asked me.

“I got news today that I was not expecting. But I’m ok.” I smiled at her.

“Oh, is it because of the possible trade?” Mrs Jones asked.

It was no secret that I am John’s girlfriend. The women have seen him here at the studio. So basically everyone in this area knows him and I are together.

“Has it already hit the media?” I asked her.

“No, my husband works for the Cowboys. So he told me about it.” Mrs Jones said.

“Ah, well yes. It is the trade. I love it here and I don’t want to move to California. I can’t move to California.” I told her.

“Well, nothing has been decided yet. It could fall through.” She said.

That is true, I know it sounds bad, but I hope this trade doesn’t happen. I can’t go back to California. I don’t want to face my past there.

“Well, let’s get your sexy on and get your body moving so you can be a temptress for your husband, Mrs Jones.” I told her. I don’t want to think anymore about this damn trade.

*

After my lesson with Mrs Jones. I was sitting in the office finishing up paperwork I had to do for Shayla. My phone was sitting next to me at the desk. I kept glancing at it.

I was debating on calling someone from my past on it. I know deep down John is going to California. Maybe if I try to fix my past mistake before he would go, maybe I will have a chance with John.

I picked up my phone and just looked at it. I really don’t want to call. I ended up sitting the phone back down on the desk.

I really do not want to make this call. I thought as I slumped down in the chair.

“Are you ok?” Shayla asked as she came into the office and saw me.

Shayla was in her late thirties. She had a light caramel complexion and beautiful black hair. Her body was definitely a dancer’s body. She really didn’t look her age. I think because she has such a bubbly personality.

“No, I’m not ok.” I told her.

Shayla closed the office door and came in and sat in the chair across from me.

“What’s going on? Are you and John having problems?” She asked me.

I laughed and said, “No, not now at least. But we will be having problems. Big big problems.”

“Ok, that is vague and also sounds almost psycho. Did you kill someone and have to bury a body?” Shayla asked.

I looked at her and snorted. “I wish it was that simple. Actually that would be better to deal with.” I told her.

“Why do I feel like you are being serious?” Shayla asked me.

“Because I am. John told me he might be getting traded to San Francisco.” I told her.

“Ok, so you might be leaving me because your NFL hottie is getting a better team to show off in. I get it, I mean I am a great boss. I get why you're upset. I wouldn’t want to leave me either.” Shayla said.

“Yes, that is the exact reason I’m upset.” I told her.

“Ok, stop avoiding it. What’s the real reason you are upset over this trade? No bullshit tell me the truth and whatever you say, it stays between us. I know you like to be guarded, but I feel like you need to talk about it.” Shayla said to me.

I sighed and sat back up in the chair. This is not easy for me to talk about. I never talk about California.

“I’m originally from California.” I told Shayla.

“Ok, that’s good.” She said to me.

God this is hard. “I have a past I don’t want to revisit. I can’t revisit. I closed the door on that chapter of my life.” I told her.

Shayla nodded her head at me. I rolled my eyes before I shut them and leaned back in the chair. My lips were pursed.

“I was young, in love and stupid. I didn’t know he was using me. He chewed me up and spit me out when he was done with me.” I told Shayla.

“Who did that to you honey?” Shayla asked.

“My husband.” I whispered. “I’m technically still married. I ran away from him after he…. He…um” I couldn’t say it. I kept this so locked up in me for years. I couldn’t say it. The memory alone is killing me.