Summary: Years ago things got tough and Bella ran, taking her secrets with her. Now, she is a dancer at one of the hottest clubs in New York and her past is about to catch up with her except this time he's wearing a suit and carrying a gun.
A/N: So this is my very first attempt at writing fanfic. I've enjoyed reading over the years, but never had the courage to write anything myself. I hope you enjoy!
Prologue
There wasn't an ounce of tension in my body as I gripped the cool metal of the pole and slowly walked around. The costume Marcus hurriedly thrust at me earlier fit like a second skin and left very little to the imagination. I was sultry and sexy in liquid, black leather and deathtrap shoes. A dirty little fantasy and I knew all of the men surrounding the stage were eagerly awaiting the moment when I would strip down to nothing. They yearned for the vision of long mahogany hair cascading down over porcelain skin, but for tonight they would be disappointed. For once, I was under strict instruction to leave my clothes on.
Something was different about tonight. The club seemed darker, smokier, and dare I even say cleaner. The staff all seemed on their best behavior and the manager was in rare form. Well, it wasn't really unusual for Marcus to be tense and high strung. He definitely wasn't one to be covert about his anxiety, but something about tonight had him wound extra tight. The other girls had been gossiping about the sexy high roller who graced the place with his presence every once in a while. I was never one to entertain their antics and I didn't contribute as they went on and on, but I can't deny that I was curious. I couldn't believe that all of the extra preparation could be for one man.
The music changed. The slow sultry melodies soon gave way to something with a little more bass. My routine was coming to an end, but first I whipped my body expertly around the pole until it was pushed tightly against my back bringing me close to the edge of the stage. Slowly slinking downward, I got my first real look at my audience. My heartbeat sped up drastically and I licked my lips at the sight in front of me. I couldn't take my eyes off of him and he was obviously having the same problem. His stare sent shivers down my spine and raised goose bumps all over my body. It had been a long time since a man captured my attention so quickly. I had a strong desire to jump from the stage and run over to the VIP and mount him while pulling on that sexy head of hair.
The music began to fade and I only hesitated for a moment before collecting myself and exiting the stage. I could feel his eyes on me every second until I turned the corner out of view. Who the hell was he?
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