CHAPTER ONE
The first rule of working at a nightclub was simple.
Never fall in love with a customer.
The second rule was much more simpler.
Never let a customer know you're desperate for money.
Unfortunately, at 11:40 on a Friday night, I was failing miserably at one rules.
Not the falling in love part. Absolutely not. I had enough problems without adding a man to the list.
It was the money part.
I was dragged out of my thoughts by my phone.
It was vibrating against my clothe.
My stomach tightened.
There was only one person who called me repeatedly at this hour.
The hospital.
I placed the tray down and took my hand hone out before the call could end.
"Hello?"
"Miss Ravelle?" a woman asked.
"Yes. Is everything okay? Is Zoe..”
"Your friend is stable at the moment, but we need to discuss her outstanding medical bills."
I closed my eyes.
Of course.
Because apparently, hospitals had a special talent for calling whenever I was at my lowest.
"How much?" I asked quietly.
“10,000$”
For three seconds, I genuinely forgot how to breathe.
"I'm sorry," I said eventually. "Could you repeat that?"
“10,000$”
It wasn't a mistake.
It was simply more money than I had ever seen in one place, and they expected me to produce it as though I had a billionaire hidden underneath my mattress.
"Miss Ravelle, we understand your situation, but we cannot continue postponing the payment indefinitely."
"I understand."
"Can you make a payment by Monday?"
I stared at the nightclub's glittering floor.
"Yes," I lied.
After the call i went over to the counter to calm myself.
Monday.
It was Saturday in thirteen minutes.
I had less than two days to find money I didn't have.
Wonderful.
Absolutely wonderful.
Perhaps beg money online on t****k.
Or should I rob a bank.
“Arghhhhhh”
No. That would require a plan, and the last time I tried to assemble a bookshelf, I ended up with three extra screws and a shelf that leaned like it had been drinking.
Robbing a bank was clearly beyond my qualifications.
"Bianca!"
My manager appeared in front of me, looking as though he'd personally been offended by my existence.
"Why are you standing around?"
"My break”
"Your break ended ten minutes ago."
I glanced at the clock.
It had been four minutes.
Apparently, time moved differently for people who enjoyed ruining other people's lives.
"Right. Sorry."
"You have work to do in the VIP”
“Go dress up.”
You’ll be up in 5 minutes.
"Of course."
Because what else could I do?
Zoe needed treatment. I needed money. And my bank account currently contained an amount so embarrassing that I refused to look at it.
I went to the changing room
I wore a deep v wired bralette top and a thong with a high waist garter belt on top of the thong.
My long hair fell in soft waves down my back, and my black heels added a little extra height.
The VIP section was separated from the rest of the club by dark glass and velvet curtains.
I'd served dozens of wealthy men there.
Some were pleasant. Some were arrogant. Some seemed to believe that spending money entitled them to purchase another person's entire personality.
I had learned to smile at all of them.
It was practically an Olympic sport.
I pushed the curtain aside.
Two men sat inside.
The first was laughing at something on his phone. He had brown hair, an easy smile, and the relaxed appearance of someone who had never worried about whether he could afford dinner.
The second man sat beside him.
And, unfortunately, he was gorgeous.
Not ordinary gorgeous.
Not the kind of gorgeous you saw on advertisements and forgot five minutes later.
He had dark hair, a sharply defined face, and eyes so dark they appeared almost black beneath the dim lighting. His black shirt fitted him perfectly, and a silver watch rested against his wrist.
He looked like the sort of man who owned buildings simply because he disliked the view from his office.
His expression, however, could have frightened a statue.
I approached the table.
"Good evening, gentlemen. I will be the one performing for you.
The brown haired man smiled.
"I’m not staying, i booked two rooms.”
The brown haired man said while walking towards me.
Then he whispered into my hear.
“Make sure to get physical with him and i will pay you 1000$.
I stared at him in disbelief.
Before i could reply he walked away.
