All Chapters of Good Girl: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Wren “Look who just strolled in at her own convenience,” a sultry voice I recognize all too well, says, the minute I step into the club and head to the bar area. I spin around, coming face to face with Teri. Teri manages the cocktail waitresses, making sure to keep them in line under the rules and guidance of the club manager, Mr. Grayson. “I’m sorry, Teri. It was raining and—“ “Oh, shut up, Wren. It’s always one excuse or another with you. I don’t care if it was raining, or you got hit by an airplane. All I care about is for you to show up on time, and do your fucking job. Or do you want me to give your job to somebody else since you think you’re too big to come on time?” Teri asks. She can’t do that. It’s not her job to fire or replace an employee, but I don’t have to tell her that. I know she’s sleeping with Mr. Bryson, and one flash of her tits at him, that man would bend over. So I do what I do best, put my head down and obey. “I’m sorry, Teri. It won’t happen again,” I sa

Nico She doesn’t belong here. I could tell. Once glance at her I know she’s better off outside this world, outside this kingdom of lust, sin, and sex that I built, but it’s not in my place to care about employees. But yet, I find myself interfering when I know better than to get involved in petty drama amongst workers. That’s the reason I pay Grayson. It’s his job. But there’s something about this small waisted, brunette with fiery eyes, and lips that could ruin a man in ways she doesn’t even know yet. And before I can stop myself, I’m standing behind her asking what the problem is. The other waitress, I don’t know her name and I really don’t care, is visibly shaken. She’s Grayson’s little slut. He thinks I don’t know about his habit of sticking his dick in places that shouldn’t concern him, I like to act like I don’t notice things, but I do. Fucking an employee is a no no for me. I don’t like to shit where I eat. And Grayson, he knows I hate it. Because relationships like tha

Wren For a second, I think I’m imagining it. But no, it is him. My boss, and he is standing in the middle of this Café. And involuntarily, like a magnet, my eyes are drawn to this man. God, he looks good, powerful, and without trying at all, he steals the breath out of everyone’s lungs. Involuntarily, I sweep my gaze down his body, over his chest, his taut stomach that’s obvious through the thin material of shirt, and down the length of his legs. He’s not in the tailored suit he wears at Sovereign, but somehow he looks even more dangerous out of it. Dark jeans, a black button-down with the sleeves pushed up to his forearms, a heavy watch on his wrist. He looks like a man who owns the room the second he steps into it. He doesn’t need to try, he commands attention, with the few female customers already fawning over him. Including my best friend Imani. And right now, he’s staring at me. I can’t breathe. My fingers clench around the warm ceramic mug like it’s the only thing tetheri

WrenThe bass thumps low and steady beneath my heels, a pulse that syncs with the ache in my feet. Sovereign is alive tonight—hazy lights bleeding gold over velvet booths, glasses clinking, laughter swirling between shadows and temptation.Topless dancers curl and twist around poles, their glittering bodies slick under the heat of the overheads. A few VIP clients lounge with practiced boredom, sipping aged whiskey while whispering things only the velvet and vice could hear. Power, sex, and indulgence all swirled together in one breathless, intoxicating fog.I move between booths with a tray in hand, careful steps, a polite smile stretched over tired lips. My satin heels bite with every step, but I don’t falter. Head high. Shoulders back. Graceful, the way Teri drilled into me on day one.The uniform clings to my curves like a secret—black satin bralette with gold chain straps, the high-waist mini skirt slit high on both thighs. Sheer stockings shimmer with each stride, the barely-visi

NicoI don’t shit where I eat.It’s a rule that’s kept me alive in this business—kept me sharp, clean, dangerous. I don’t chase distractions, especially not the kind wrapped in tight leather skirts, thick thighs, and a waist I could span with one hand.And yet…I don’t know what it is about her that makes me want to do filthy things. The kind that would leave her breathless and undone—wrecked and begging for more with tears in her lashes and my name in her throat.Wren Foster caught my attention the moment I saw her. She looked untouched. Pure. Too pure. The kind of girl who shouldn’t survive in a place like Sovereign—shouldn’t belong anywhere near a man like me. But she’s here, smiling softly, pouring drinks in that tight red dress, her heels elongating those smooth, endless legs. And every time she bends over, I have to restrain the violent need to take her right there and then.I’ve been trying to ignore it. I’ve been telling myself for weeks that it’ll pass. But all it takes is o