2// sneak
While everyone was working
I took the money
that I had stolen
put it into the cargo jacket
Grayson had given to me
Stuffing the notes into the pockets
I headed out of the club
clinging to the walls
hiding in the shadows
I would not get caught
I refused
A set of sparkling eyes set on me
her eyes lingering on the cargo jacket
her brow creased
and realisation dawned on her
Rose winked and sashayed down
the corridor
she let me go
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S U I T S (#2)
Short StoryLife consisted of men and lace Then Grayson took Ophelia home Life began to consist of wealth and S U I T S *Sequel to L A C E* ®All Rights Reserved to ARM179 Best Ranking: #152 in Short Story 19/1/16