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    I attended multiple schools during my youth, never really making friends. All I had was me and survival was the only thing I knew how to do. When my eighteenth birthday rolled around, I finished high school and set out on my own. Fast-forward fourteen years, and I am wealthy, successful, and I accomplished it all on my own.
    When I drive my black, 2015 Cadillac Escalade around the front entrance, the line is long, like it normally is. A wicked smile snakes across my face as I mentally flip off all the assholes that said I’d amount to nothing. That’s when I see a womanly shape that almost sends me into a tailspin. I see a figment of my imagination. I see her .
    For seven years, I’ve been dreaming of her, and now, there she stands, shy and sexy. The elusive girl who’s been the subject of my desire for the past seven years is standing outside my nightclub.
    I circle around the building, trying not to be so obvious, and then pull back out front again. As I round the corner slowly, tortuously, the mysterious woman is nowhere to be found. She’s gone. Again.
    I pull my Escalade around to the back entrance and shake my head in disappointment. I’m really fucking losing it because this is the first time I’ve seen her while my eyes are open these past seven fucking years. The woman I’ve dreamed of since she walked into Toxic on opening night and stole every breath in my chest.
    She had been in my nightclub, swaying her ass to the electrifying music, and I was instantly hypnotized. I knew she was real, but was never sure since I’d never reacted to a woman that way. The moment I saw her, I had to have her. I had to claim her as mine. By the time I had walked to the dance floor, she was lost in a sea of people. I never laid eyes on her again. She was gone.
    And now, she’s the woman starring in my dreams.
    Most nights, behind my closed eyes, I see her dancing, watching her from afar. Usually, when I walk to her, she evaporates, just gone, exactly like that one night seven years ago. On the really good nights, I will dream of her long, chestnut hair as it tangles in my fingers. I pull her head back and gaze into her eyes. She’s always naked except for the elegant heels covering her feet and an igniting fire blazing from her eyes.
    I always take my time, studying every inch of her porcelain body. Her white, silky, alabaster skin heats with desire as I run my hand over the curve of her hips, spine, and breasts. She’s always willing, always craving to take me inside her. Then, right before my body is at the gateway to hers, I snap awake, knowing she is a faint, distant vision; that the mysterious goddess doesn’t exist.
    When I dreamed of her that first night, I was exhausted from the preparation of Toxic’s opening, but that’s never stopped me from chasing her in my dreams for the last seven years.
     
     
     
    M ariah
    We make our way to the dance floor, just as one of Shelby’s favorite songs blasts from the sound system—Cyndi Lauper’s “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.”We all squeal with excitement as the three of us push our way through the crowd and start to move.
    Shelby, of course, has to be in the center of us. She’s shaking her ass in an overly sexual display of booty dancing. She bends at the waste and touches her toes while wiggling her ass back and forth, her thong peeking out from under her dress. This is her way of catching a mate. She’s like an exotic bird, primped and dancing to attract the most desirable suitor. Giselle and I just let Shelby do her thing. We know she’s going to get surrounded by men, and when she does, we will back away, allowing her to select her next victim.
    I feel like I’ve been on my feet for days. They ache, and the buzz of tequila is starting to wear off, making every step painful. I motion to the girls that I’m going to the bar, but like the great friends they are, they don’t allow me to go alone. The crowd is still thick. However, we are