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High for this - The Weeknd

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-Paigey- Says the two-toned when he sees his fiancee entering the room.

The mentioned one hits a scare jump, automatically placing her right hand on her chest.

-You scared me- Says the English woman -I thought you were going to be late.

Seth gets up from the bed and approaching the pale female wrapping her in his arms and stealing a quick kiss.

-It's nine o'clock at night- Seth says -You've been drinking?

-Yes, with Mella- Answer the female.

Seth fakes a grimace of annoyance. -And you don't invite me.

-I'm sorry, I thought I heard you were busy with your father.

-I was, but you know that a couple of beers and have you on my lap while I drink them always will wins.

The pale woman lets out a small laugh.

-How was your day? Do you want to talk about that? -Paige asks.

-Well, It was better than I expected- Seth takes his fiancee by the hand and guides her to the bed where they both sit -I thought I would be lost but I wasn't, I would even say it was fun.

-Does that mean that I now have a businessman as a fiance?- Paige takes the messy collar of her fiance's shirt and fixes it.

The two-toned laugh -Of course not, it was only one day and it was fun because of that, I don't intend to lock myself in that office all my life.

The English woman smiles.

-Now I want to know how it went with my mother.

Paige tenses instantly, opens and closes her mouth repeatedly, not knowing if tell him the truth, until she closes her mouth completely and runs to the bathroom.

Seth follows her, worried.

The two-toned pokes his head at the bathroom door and sees his fiancee putting her head on the toilet while puking.

-Are you okay honey?- Seth asks, kneeling on the cold ground.

The man picks up the hair of the pale female and rubs lightly on her back.

-You know "It wasn't fun" would have been enough- Says Seth smiling.

Seth knew that his mother was not the most pleasant person in the world. She had tried to scare away all his girlfriends when he was younger.

Stephanie's excuse was that, she knew the intentions of all his girlfriends as soon as she saw them and that was the money... the naive boy believed her, until at the age of 20 he had to witness a very painful scene.

His mother had paid his girlfriend at that time, to stay away from him.

In a way, he was afraid that the same thing would happen to him again with his beloved fiancee. He love her too much to let her go.

-Shut up- The English woman takes her head off the toilet -It was fine- She lies.

-Are you sure? your stomach doesn't say the same thing- Seth jokes.

Paige hits him weakly on the arm -That was my stomach saying that I have to stop drinking.

-And I agree- Says the two-toned -Now come on, let's clean you up.

Seth takes his fiancee from the waist, helping her to get up, guides her to the bathtub where he opens the tap of cold water.

-All yours.

-You're joking right, its frozen Seth.

-Well, if you don't want to, I'll have to force you.

Paige was going to refuse once more, but Seth took her quickly from the hips and placed her under the shower, along with him, even with their clothes on.

-I hate you- Says the female.

-I love you too- Seth says playing with her hair.

Paige is not able to contain the laughter that escapes her lips.

Without a doubt she was the luckiest woman in the world.

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The blonde woman moves to enter a bar through the back door.

Its been a long time that Mella didn't visit these parts of New York, she didn't think that they would call her again.

We need you, bring your ass back home.
-Morgan

That was the message she received 20 minutes ago.

She didn't intend to stay but one night won't hurt her.

-Finally!- Says a male voice.

-Good to see you too Graves- Says the blonde.

-Don't do this to me, you know I'm not affective- Says the tattooed man.

The blonde rolls her eyes with a smile on her lips.

-One night, nothing more- Warns the female.

-We just need that- Says her old boss.

Carmella winks at him and makes her way to the old dressing room that she used to share with her co-workers.

-Don't cry guys I'm here now- Says the blonde entering the locker room.

A sharp screem is heard throughout the room.

-Shit Tyler, shut up- Says an annoying girl whit pink hair.

-I can't believe it- Says the blond man ignoring the female, making his way to her friend.

-Tell me I'm dreaming- Says the man hugging to the blonde.

-Noup, you're not- Says the female returning the hug.

Carmella greets all her former co-workers, including the new ones that she didn't know.

-You see that guy over there?- Tyler says, pointing to a handsome man without a shirt.

-Ofcourse I do- Says the blonde.

-We call him Fandango and I want to sit on his face every time I see him- Confies the blond.

-Eww- A blonde woman says -I didn't need that imagen in my head.

-Shut up Summer- The blond says.

-Speaking of boys... How is that boy of yours Mella? Did you marry him?- Asks the pink-haired one.

-HA! not even in his best dreams, he was an idiot- Says the blonde.

-You owe me $50- Summer says to Tyler.

Carmella rolls her eyes with a smile.

In a way she was happy to come back, she could say that she missed this atmosphere in the locker room and missed the people in it.

-It would be better if I go changing- Mella says taking what a few minutes ago they had told her that it would be her outfit of the night.

-Don't take to long, you go out in 10.

Carmella made her way across the stage to the rhythm of the song I'm a Good Girl by Christian Aguilera.

The burlesque, was something that the blonde had in her veins, was so passionate about it that she doesn't even remember the reason or cause of having left it.

Actually, she remembered. Her ex didn't like to see her on the stage provocatively dancing to other men, Dean said that only he could see her that way and Carmella was lost enough in him to believe it.

The blonde surprised herself by remembering all the steps, towards a year that she didn't practice.

The female stares at the public and among them sees him.

Their eyes meet for a second, then the blonde returns to her choreography.

At the end of the dance, the female doesn't waste her time in going out as fast as she could from that scenario.

-My God Mella, you were FABULOUS- Says his blond friend.

Carmella takes him by the arm and takes him and her back to the locker room.

-He came, what the fuck is wrong with him- Says the blonde entering the dressing room.

-What? Is that idiot here?

-Not that idiot, it's another...

-God Mella, take a break- Says Tyler interrupting her.

The blonde rolls her eyes. -It's not that way, he... he is... well...

-Stalking you?- Asks the blond.

-Something like that.

The blonde moves through the corridors until she is on the side of the stage followed by Tyler, where she can see that tattooed man have what seems to be a pleasant conversation with her boss.

Carmella frowns her eyes

-For how long his been following you, he's hot- The blond says following her friend's eyes to discover her stalker.

-We have crossed like three times in a month... it's not that much, it's just... it's weird.

-And hot- Says Tyler.

Carmella rolls her eyes.

-I need you to take Corey, I'll end his harassment once and for all.

-Can I look?- Asks the blond excited, hoping to see a dramatic scene, worthy from Hollywood.

-I'm not going to scream like crazy, I'll just tell him to stop frightening me- Mella rolls her eyes one more time.

-What happened with the princess of New York- Ask the blond disappointed.

-She is dead, now take Corey.

Tyler goes straight to the table that his boss shared with that man and takes him out of it, inventing a stupid excuse like Liv was sick and throwing up in the dressing room.

Once the road is clear, Carmella maker her way to her stalker's table and sits in the chair that her boss used to occupy, just in front of him.

The man with long and dark hair smiles.

-Can I help you with something lady?

The blonde is intimidated again by the voice of that man.

-I... emmm, yes... could you- Mella stops talking when she listening to the man let out a small laugh.

-Fine- The female says hitting the table, scaring the tattooed man -Stop bothering me.

-And can you tell what I did to bothering you?- He asks serious.

The blonde releases a small sigh. -Maybe if you stopped following me everywhere...

-Wait, I never followed you anywhere and if I remember correctly you're always the one who goes to the Coffee-Bar.

-And what about now? Are you going to tell me you didn't follow me here?

-No, actually Corey is my friend, I've come here since he managed to open it.

-I had never seen you, a year ago I worked here.

-Maybe you never saw me, but I did see you- He says taking a sip of his drink and then smile -You're good, I'm glad you come back.

Carmella is speechless at his words.

Was he telling the truth? Had she put herself through an embarrassing moment? Was he making fun of her?

-Why did you talk to my friend today?

-She's cute.

-She's engaged.

-That doesn't take away the fact that I think she's cute.

Once again, he leaves her without options, as if he knew what she would say, as if he knew her and was giving his best to bother her with every question he answered.

-Well, in that case, I going to go now- The blonde says standing up.

-By the way- The tattooed one says, making her turn to look at him -That's a cute tattoo.

Mella freezes at his words, noticing for the firts time that she was still in her burlesque attire, which left her lower back exposed, revealing a sexy tattoo.

The man gives her a smile that makes Carmella want to get on her knees.

The blonde blushes and says nothing, only retires as fast as she could.

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-Where were you?

The orange-haired woman takes a jump of fright to see his best friend in the small room of the apartment.

-Don't scare me like that- Says the female placing one hand on her chest and another on her belly.

-Becky I told you to get here early, it's eight o'clock at night, where were you?- Says the Irish man trying not to sound so mad as he was felling.

-I'm sorry, I was reading in Central Park, I didn't realize the hour...

-You were in Central Park alone at this hours?

-Finn don't start- Says the woman leaving the book and her bag in the floor of the living room.

-Don't start? Rebecca you act like a teenager sometimes, you can't walk the streets at this hours...

-I'm not a kid, I know how to take care of myself- The female replies.

-Yeah, I can see that- Says the blue-eyed in a sarcastic tone.

Silence invades the room along with a tense atmosphere.

The Irish woman goes to her room without saying a word, closing the door firmly behind her.

Finn closes his eyes, cursing himself, bringing both hands to his face.

-I'm an idiot- He whispers.