WHERE WE MET

CHAPTER 5

Amber’s POV

It’s another night at the club. A week has gone by, and I haven’t seen my rabbit. I expected him to at least come back to demand an explanation. Maybe I was in over my head. He's probably f****d someone else and gotten me out of his system. Well, I can’t say the same; he’s been on my mind this whole week. I was hoping to see him in the crowd or maybe by the bar, but he wasn’t in either of these places. I always find myself going back to the table where he sat, but it’s either empty or occupied by a group of rich, drunk men.

This is strange for me. I never let a man occupy my mind for more than one night.

I even went as far as asking Adrianna to scour every social media platform on this planet for a Dimitrios Vasilis. She couldn't find anything, and there's no one Adrianna cannot find, so I was surprised.

Maybe he gave me a fake name, or he’s CIA or something.

Jacques won't tell me anything either. He says his top clients' personal lives are none of my concern.

Well, I might as well continue with my life. A part of me thought that maybe he was my knight in shining armour, but yet again, what all men want is just a girl they can do anytime they want.

This night it’s my solo performance. I'm doing a Latina kind of set, so I'm wearing a lacy skirt with a lot of ruffles that flow and a bra that's decorated with sequins. I have my hair loose in coils and a lot of decorations on my eyes with very fierce eyeliner that brings out the hazel in my eyes.

I stare in the mirror, and I'm satisfied with my work. I’m a stripper. Of course, I do my own make-up. The first song starts playing, and then two more songs afterward. It's a different routine from the normal dances I do.

As I get on the pole, I still find myself searching the crowd for those brown eyes. I guess it's going to be a long night because I don't see them anywhere.

After my performance, Jacques introduces me to one of his “top clients.”

He seems to be in his early thirties, with a really tanned complexion and his hair in a slick back.

Hair combed back smoothly, clean, assertive. It’s meant to suggest confidence, control, and a no-nonsense personality. But he looks like someone who wants to get laid. With a powerful physique, he’s wearing jeans and a gray shirt. It’s giving Harvey. Sitted at the table he doesn't look top client to me, but I still flash him my most seductive smile and introduce myself as Alice.

“Well, Jacques, you weren't lying. This one is quite a beauty.”

He said as if I wasn’t there in a snobby British accent.

“Well, Alice, my name is Connor.”

He motions for Jacques to leave as he's about to leave. Jacques whispers in my ear to be on my best behavior or else.

He’s probably referring to the incident with Dimitriois.

Immediately, Jacques left the bar, Connor motions for me to sit on his lap.

I do.

Before I can get a word out, he starts talking about how he loved my performance and the way my boobs moved, all the while I danced.

I smile and just sit there, like a pretty little doll.

He seems to be able to carry the conversation on for the two of us.

He calls a waiter over to where we’re sitting and orders a plain whiskey.

He didn't even bother to ask what I’d want to drink; he just keeps talking. I was just nodding to all the questions he was asking me, all the while looking around the club not for anyone in particular. Eventually my thoughts started to drift towards Lily.I’m stopped by the disgusting feel of his hand on my thigh. It’s moving upward, and he starts planting sloppy kisses on my neck. I haven’t been this appalled by a man in a long time. Both the man and his actions disgust me. As his hand reaches my thong, he shifts it aside and is about to put his fingers in me. I stand up immediately.

“I need to get a drink, it’s been a long night, and I’d need alcohol if we’re going where you seem to be going.”

He seemed pleased by my statement.

I smile at him and walk towards the bar. When I turn back, he’s already called another girl. That looks like Chloe from where I’m standing. She can have him for all I care, I make my way to the bar, get a shot or 5, dance a bit alone and with some guys that put tips in my bra after an hour or so .I get changed and leave the club.