CHAPTER 3
1217 Words
(Carolina's POV)
When I arrived at the Blues Club, I tensed as I made my way through the magnificent black gate.
The Blues Club also had a luxury five-star hotel. The club was a luxury three-story building. Some of the guests and passersby peered at me like I had lost my way onto the club grounds.
When I approached the entrance, a tough-looking security man stopped me. "Hey! Where are you going?"
"I'm here to see a friend of mine, Lucy Campbell," I replied nervously as well-dressed men and women made their entry.
The security man scowled, his eyes narrowing at me suspiciously.
"There's no one with that name here. Call her on the phone or wait outside until you see her!" he yelled, making me jump back in fright.
However, I collided with someone behind me, and a deep, magnetic voice said, "Easy, miss! Watch your step!"
I froze as a pair of firm arms caught my waist, and a masculine fragrance of coffee invaded my nostrils.
The man had caught me after I lost my balance and stepped on his feet.
Time stopped as we gazed into each other's eyes. His enchanting brown eyes locked with my piercing blue ones.
"Are you alright?" the man asked, steadying me back on my feet.
I was lost for breath for a moment. I had never seen a handsome man like him before.
He appeared like a billionaire on a magazine front page.
"Yeah... I'm... fine," I spluttered, my heart throbbing faster, my cheeks flushing as his masculine coffee scent lingered in my nostrils.
Seeing his handsome brown-skinned face made my cheeks flush. He was tall, attractive, and masculine. I lowered my head in embarrassment.
I hadn't expected a handsome man like him to catch me after the security man had given me a scare.
"That's fine," the man replied with a smile, his voice gentle as he took in my features. His eyes trailed from my face down to my body.
A look of disappointment etched on his face when he saw my faded clothes.
It felt like the ground should open and swallow me.
When our gazes met, his brows furrowed before he said, "Come with me."
"Me?" I asked in surprise, thinking he was disappointed.
"Yes, you. I just want to have a short conversation with you. What did you come here to do? You seem out of place." He pointed at my poor clothing compared to the elegantly dressed patrons frequenting the luxury club.
I lowered my head in shame, knowing the man was only asking out of concern as a good person.
Before I could open my mouth to explain, my phone rang aloud, breaking the awkwardness between us.
"Excuse me, sir. My friend is calling," I said, not having a chance to explain.
I swiftly moved away to answer. "Hello, Lucy," I said before looking back.
However, the man was gone. I hadn't gotten to talk with him. My heart ached painfully, but I bit my lower lip and focused on my call.
*Maybe he saw whoever he came here to spend time with at the club,* I thought before focusing on Lucy.
"Hey, Carolina. Where are you? I just came out now, and I cannot seem to find you anywhere. Do you know what time it is?" Lucy shouted, her loud voice booming over the club.
"Yeah, I know," I said sadly, laughing to ease my broken heart.
"It's 8:30 p.m. I'm outside the Blues Club, and the security men refused to let me in," I said.
"Come over now. My boss is waiting to see you," Lucy said.
"Alright," I replied, ended the call, and moved to the front of the club.
Lucy stood there elegantly like a queen, dressed in a short red dress and black shoes. She was my age-mate, her thighs and cleavage exposed. Her foot tapped on the ground as she watched me hurry over.
"Where did you go? I almost thought you weren't coming," Lucy voiced her complaint, her face frowning.
"I'm sorry, Lucy. This security man refused to let me in. He said no one named Lucy works in the club," I explained.
Lucy laughed and replied, "Yeah. You don't expect me to use my real identity in this club. We use fake names, and that's what you're going to do. From now on, your new name is Joy."
She dragged me into the club, and I wasn't stopped by the tough-looking security man. His eyes narrowed at me, but his lips remained shut.
Sighing, I looked around the club as I followed Lucy.
Soft music filled the air, soothing my troubled heart. There were several patrons, VIP tables, and pretty ladies dancing around the poles to entertain the men.
The club was lively as night fell, and dim lights shone around us.
It was my first time entering a five-star club. My legs quivered as I felt the richness of those present.
"Walk fast, Joy," Lucy called my new name. I froze for a second.
She swiftly led me to the VIP section on the first floor.
A man stood there dressed in black, exuding an air of authority.
Seated beside him was a man in a black suit and a beautiful blonde lady in a revealing green dress next to him.
She wore black stilettos. Her big bust threatened to pop out of her green dress as it barely covered her chest.
Taking a deep breath as their gazes landed on me—they scowled—Lucy spoke up. "Excuse me, Mr. Karen."
The manager looked from me to Lucy before stepping forward to meet us.
"Yeah, Agnes. How can I help you?" he asked, his voice barely containing his anger.
Lucy cleared her throat and said, "Sir, this is my best friend I spoke to you about. Her name is Joy, and she needs a job as a server."
The man peered at me from head to toe. "Have you worked in a club before?" he asked coldly.
"No, sir," I replied nervously.
"Well, do you know what your job entails? You will have to entertain my clients, not just serve them drinks. If you like, you can sleep with them, but remember to use protection," he said firmly. My cheeks flushed.
"Um, sir, I can interact with the clients, but I cannot sleep with anyone," I replied nervously, and he scowled.
Lucy quickly nudged my arm and chimed in. "Mr. Karen, you don't have to worry. I'll lecture Joy well, and she will do just fine."
"Mm..." Mr. Karen peered at my face and said, "It's fine. I'm counting on you, Agnes. Take your friend to change out of these rags before she scares off our prestigious patrons."
"Okay, sir," Lucy breathed out with relief before dragging me along to the elevator.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked, not happy about the job.
"To the boutique on the second floor. Don't you know the Blues Club has a private boutique for their clients to change into clothes? In case anyone gets their clothes torn or dirty, or you spend a night in the club's hotel and need a change," she explained as we stepped into the elevator with a few others.
"Seriously?" I asked in surprise.
"Yeah," she replied.
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