"Nick, just enjoy your self tonight." Joe said patting his brothers back as they sat down in the leather chairs, getting the best view.

Nick tensed up and his eyes boggled around the room. "I don't know Joe. Shouldn't I be with Jonah instead of a strip club?"

All the Guys laughed. "Dude. It's your birthday and it is just one night." Zac said, winking at one of the waitresses who walked by in a short skirt and bra top.

Nick watched all of the uh….ladies dance around with barely a scratch of clothing on. They grinded on the poles and winked at the gentlemen. He twisted his face in disgust as a man, probably a couple years older then himself, place a 50 dollar bill in the one of the girls G-String. Growing up, Nick and his two older brothers were always taught to treat women with respect. This here, was not a sign of respect, it was being vulgar.

Nick Jonas. Not your usual 22 year old. Most young men would be over the top excited to be at the most famous strip club in town, not Nick. Being a single father of a 6 year old boy pretty much does that to a guy. His little boy Jonah. His life. His constant 24/7 ever since he became a father at the tender age of 16.

"Nick, cheer up bro! This is going to be a wild night!" Joe yelled as he pumped his fist in the air, cheering on the dancers. Joe laughed as he nudged Nick in his side. "Plus, I ordered you the best in the business tonight."

"What?" Nick asked, clearly confused and a little worried about what his brother had planned.

The lights dimmed and Nick turned his head to the front where the main stage was located. His eyes wide and heart stopped as the most beautiful woman he has ever seen came onto the stage, she rounded the pole that was in the middle of the stage with microphone in hand.

"Hello boys!" The sexy siren said seductively. She wore a navy blue bra top with silver lining and a matching short skirt. Her gorgeous brown hair swayed perfectly down her back. Her body to die for and she had the features of an angel. She is the best in the business. The one all the guys ask for. She is Miley Cyrus. But there is so much more behind this masked reputation.

"I heard that there is a birthday boy here tonight." She spoke, drawing in Nick's and everyone else's undivided attention.

Miley scanned the entire room and found the number she was looking for. Before every show there is a special card placed on a special table, signaling that one of the people at that table has signed up for a very special treat In this case it was a birthday present.

Miley examined all of the men sitting at the table. One in particular caught her attention. The young man who had the best hair she had ever seen on a guy. The way his curls seemed so messy but at the same time so perfect. His deep-set eyes that made you sink into them like you were in quick sand.

She walked down the stairs that were right in front of Nick's table and stood on the last glass step with her hand on her hip. "So which one of you gentlemen is the birthday boy?" Miley raised her eyebrow and sent sexy smirks to each of them.

Joe, Zac, Kevin, and Taylor all pointed to Nick with huge grins plastered on their faces.

Nick gulped and kept his eyes on Miley. Just by looking at her he felt his dick harden. He became so nervous and now very excited.

Miley smirked a little evil grin and secretly smiled to herself inside that it would be him. She laid the microphone on the round black tabled and slowly but sexy strutted her way over to Nick.

Gracefully, she touched is ear with her hand and swept it down to his cheek, slightly brushing his tan skin. Miley straddled his lap and clenched her fists onto his collar. She pressed her pelvis into his and smirked to herself as she felt his harden member teasing her hot sex.

She unbuttoned the first three buttons of his shirt and kissed the reveled skin. Nick groaned as she starting rocking her hips back and forth, side to side. His erection growing more. Both of there breaths becoming heavier. Surprisingly to Miley, she liked it. She had never felt this way with a customer, usually she was disgusted with herself.

Miley noticed Nick's arms ( and practically the rest of his body ) were down by his sides, stiff as a board. "You can touch me." She whispered, placing her hands on his guiding them to her hip bones.

Nick stared at her beautiful breasts that were just right in front of his face, taunting him. He licked his lips and scaled his eyes to her face. Her perfect curved lips that were just begging him for a kiss. Her eyes so blue and dangerously hypnotizing. He shut his eyes as her warm mint breath cast a blanket over his face. The faster and harder she went the more everyone else in the room seem to fade.

Ding….

Miley stopped her actions and heaved heavily when the bell went off. The bell signaled the ladies that their time was up with the customers. They both still kept in contact with each other as their eyes stared dazed into the others. They both felt more then lust but had no idea what the second ingredient was.

Out of the corner of her eye, Miley noticed mostly all eyes were on them. She darted her attention around aimlessly as she felt quite embarrassed, something she never felt on the job. She scurried away to the back rooms away from this stranger who made her feel this way.

Nick tried to catch his breath as he watched the brunette beauty leave. He looked over and saw all the guys with their jaws dropped.

"Dude, if that went any further then it would have been straight up porn." Zac chuckled, taking a sip of his beer.

Joe brotherly punched Nick in his arm. "Look at little Nicky boy getting some."

Every one laughed. "Come on guys, let's go." Nick said, throwing some money on the table.

The boys groaned and stood up along with Nick.

"Hey, let go of me!" They heard a girl's voice scream.

Nick turned toward the plea and saw the sexy siren he was with before. A man, who had a little too much to drink was grabbing all over her. Nick clenched his fists, nonchalantly.

Two of the very buff security guards rushed over. "No touching the girls!" One yelled as they both hauled the trouble maker out of the club.

Nick's eyes caught with Miley's as he stared at her almost worried but ashamed expression. She looked as if she had tears in her blue orbs. Nick watch as some of the other strippers tried to comfort Miley and take her to the back rooms.

Nick departed from the rest of the guys when they reached the parking lot. He opened the driver door to his very expensive truck. He climbed in and turned on the ignition. He settled back into the dark leather that was designed for the interior and just sat there.

Mindlessly he gazed at anything he could see. His view landed on a photo of him and his son playing in the park. Jonah and his innocent blue/gray eyes. His dark hair and childish smile.

Nick smiled to himself and put the vehicle in drive. He let his thoughts drift from his son to the mysterious, breathtaking woman. It felt like it was all of dream to him, one the of the dream girls that a sexually frustrated 15 year old boy would make up in a wet dream. But this woman was something different.

However, Nick couldn't help but wonder about the little frisk that happened. The bodyguard said that touching the girls is against the rules so why had she let him touch her? Seeing those very well built goons haul that guy away made Nick shiver, oh how glad he was that he wasn't caught touching the stripper.

"How was Jonah, mom?" Nick asked walking into the living room of his parents house.

The short older woman led the way into the living room where the sleeping child lay. "He was a perfect angel as always." She smiled rubbing the little boys head.

Nick proudly beamed and lifted his son in his arms. "Thanks mom." He whispered.

Denise shook her head. "No need to thank me. I am here when ever you need me." She patted Nick on the back and watched as her son and grandchild left.

Nick placed the peaceful boy down on his race car sheets and tucked him in. He pulled up a chair beside the bed and watched life happening in front of him. The way his chest rose and fell with each breath made Nick wonder. He created life. Ever since Jonah was born Nick never could wrap his head around the fact that he had made another human being. Jonah was a piece of him but he was all of his heart, just like his mother had been.

Jonah's mother, the other part of Jonah, the person he never got the chance to meet. Macy Anderson, Nick's high school sweet heart, his first love and the mother of his child. Macy and Nick were only 16 when they had Jonah. Sadly there were complications during the birth and Macy just didn't have the strength to make it through. Nick was left alone with a new born not having a clue as what to do, he was a kid himself but all of Nick's family helped him through and without them he wouldn't be where he is today.

Nick sat there a little while longer before planting a kiss on Jonah's head and heading to his own room. He placed his hands on his chest and stared at the ceiling blankly, his mind racing with images of that woman. The stripper. The Dancer. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life and probably will ever see. He needed to see her again but how would that ever happened, he would never go to a club unless he was forced to, like tonight.

All night Nick dreamed of that sexy siren. The way her long, lean, legs walked and straddled his waist. Her tan, sun kissed skin that he wanted to roam his hands over forever. Her luscious breasts that made you want to suck and fondle for hours. Her hair that lay carelessly without her trying and framed her features well. Her tantalizing deep sea blue eyes that captivated your heart and soul with the first glance. Her smooth wet lips that he wanted to devour. He doesn't even know her name and his already crazy about her.

A/N: Hello readers :D New story WOOT WOOT! I personaly love this haha. I hope you guys do to. Review Please, I would really appreciate it and would love to know what you guys think :)