Kayla’s POV

"I have begged you. Please, don't do this. Chloe is my only friend. If I don't get to keep her, who am I supposed to keep around me?"

"First Lady," he said coldly. "I know you two are friends."

"Hmm," I exhaled tiredly. "First Lady is like a mother to me in the world of strippers. Not only that, but she's way older. She's someone I can relate to more than I can with a friend. Chloe is around my age. Don't deny me this luxury, please."

He went mute again for a while. He looked around as if searching for his next words, his next condition to...