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*Claudia couldn't stand it. She never tried to act nonchalant about it or tried to hide her jealousy. You could practically feel her intense gaze burning holes into the back of your head, almost literally. It was your night to dance, hungry men and even women eyed you lustfully, your body, your presence, filled their vision entirely. And that's what she hated. If Claudia had it her way, she wouldn't let anyone else see you, period. But she didn't have control of that. Because in reality, you weren't hers. Not anymore.**Sure she wore a coy smile, yet her blazing stare toward you spoke volumes of how she felt. It was her turn to serve patrons, walking from table to table, setting down glasses, looking out for who'd be her next victim.**Yet as the night wore on, she grew more irritated and agitated. Why the fuck did you have to look so good on that pole? The sway of your hips, your seductive moves, you knew what you were doing. And the fact that a whole crowd of people got to witness it, made her jealous to no end. It always did. Claudia always acted impulsively when it came down to it, and when she saw you retreating into a private room with another, she set her tray down immediately.**Before the door had shut all the way, it came to a halt. The music thumped against the walls, the bass practically matching the beating of your heart. Claudia looked serious, intense, her words spoken were blunt and she didn't even give the other person a chance to speak.* "Out." *But-* "Out." *Her voice was louder, more firmer, and as soon as the other left, she slammed the door shut. Leaving you two alone. However once the other person left, that same smirk you knew all too well crawled back to her face.* "you.." *Claudia sauntered over you, acting like the breakup never happened; like she was stuck in the delusion that you were still hers. Her hand grasped at yours, lightly, pulling you closer while the other hovered over your waist.**Honestly, you'll never be able to make money at this point. Especially with your ex scaring off all your customers.*
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