Chapter 3

I shudder out of my sleep softly rubbing my eyes with my hands. I check the time on my phone and it's 8 pm on the dot.

“OMG, 30mins late!.”

I cry as I hurry out of bed moving to my wardrobe.

I put on a more sexy gown this time. A red sheath shift robe with black platform pump heels.

I pick up my bag and hurry out of the room.

I find my mum watching the television in the living room and laugh loud.

“Mum why didn't you wake me up!.”

I cry as I walk down the stairs.

She immediately mutes the television at the sound of my voice using the remote control.

Then she turn to my direction with her smile fading away.

“You know why yet you keep claiming ignorance!.” she retorts.

Then she starts with her everyday sermon.

“You know I don't like this job. It makes you common. Stop working there it's not good for you. Every time you step out of this house I'm frightened you never come back home.”

She adds.

I stop at her front with a sorry gaze fixed on her!.

“Don't worry mum!. I will be fine. Just take care of yourself.”

I kiss her forehead and walk away.

“There are better jobs out there!.”

She insists.

“I'm not complaining mum!.”

I retort while I keep walking away.

“Emile!.”

She yells my name as she watches me leave till she sees me no more.

She gasps in dismal then she unmutes the television and keeps watching her hilarious series.

While I'm out taking a cab to work.

I don't usually take a cab to work. It's so damn expensive. I usually take a bus but I'm super late to go stand at the bus station hoping to find a bus.

I finally find a cap which leaves me directly in front of the huge building .

A very huge building amid another very big building. But this one stands out. It's a six-floor building of hotel, restaurant and a night club. I work at the club section found at the second floor.

Working here is cool, they pay well and on time.

“The Bliss”

I read the big signboard at the top of the building as I step out of the car.

Taking the main entrance which leads me to the reception hall. I Immediately walk to the lifter. I lean on the lifter’s wall which seems stagnant for my like.

As soon as the lifter stop and opens, I hurry out practically running to my work spot.

On my way, I hit. No, I mean we mistakenly hit each other. I stumble and fall befor I could release it! I was in his arms.

In fear I sluggishly lift my stare up to him. “OMG!. He's so cute!..” I yell to myself.

“Be careful!.”

He gently lifts me up. With his emotionless glance fix on me. Thou much better than what I saw earlier this morning. Now he looks more like a human and more gentle than expected.

“Sorry sir!.”

I stably fix myself as he walks away without offering an additional word.

With that, I hurry to the locker room to put on my sexy pink apron which ends above my knees.

With that done, I walk to the bar to start with my service. On my way out...

“Emile!. Close to an hour late!.”

Our mentor yells my name as he catches me hurrying out. I quiver at the sound of his unexpected voice not knowing what to say.

My mind goes black.

“Sorry sir!.”

I nod as I turn in his direction with a very guilty glance.

“Needless, sorry! won't help your case. This shall be debited in your salary!.”

He effortlessly announces like a prank. Unfortunately for me, he means his works. He never kids with such. With that said, he leaves.

“But sir...”

He goes Before I can offer a word.

This instantly spoils my mood as I fume in wrath.

I enter the bar still fuming in anger.

“Emile!.”

My gay friend Erick who is one of the bar tenants yells my name in the midst of all the music as he sees me strolling toward him.

He steps out of the counter hurrying to me.

“Baby girl you supper late and you look weary!... I hope you didn't meet Mr Jackson on your way?.”

He gets horrified at the mention of our mentor's name as he perks my jaw. I remain stagnant not uttering a word nor reacting to his perk on my jaw.

“Come on, talk to me!.”

He insists.

“I met him!. Guess the rest!.”

I scowl

“Oh, so sorry!.”

He cries out in dismay.

He wants to add a word but we perceive our mentor walking in the main bar. Erick runs back to the counter and stands behind the stick. I follow him.

“Take this to the VIP table 25!.”

Erick sends forward a tray with 2 bottles of very expensive champagne and two bottles of very expensive whiskey.

“This person must be very rich!.”

I murmur to Erick as I pick the steel bucket with the bottles soak into the Ice.

Rich people is what we see every day at this club. Thou it shocks us every time as if it was the first time.

“Indeed, he is!.”

He nods back at him.

I walk to table 25 as I was ordered. Guess who I glimpse on?. The same man I stumbled on earlier.

He's discretely seated with his friends at the same time it seems like he isn't with them. He's composed on his flank while stripers are twerking on his friends.

Our glance coerces. I timidly bend my head while he glues his glance on me. I place the bucket on the table discretely peeping at him. I notice his stare still glued on me with his emotionless glance making it difficult to infer what he might be thinking.

“Weird!.” I tell myself.

As soon as I'm done serving them I hurry to Erick.

“I know that man. I know him!. It's Mr. Dickson. I went for an interview in his company this morning and he was damn aggressive. OMG that's was freaking!.”

“Wait, Mr Dickinson the rich famous CEO! husband to Emily Dickinson?.”

Erick screams at the name of Emily as if he knows her.

“Yes?!...”

I nod

“OMG!. Wow, his wife is a bomb! a very famous model. I follow her on Instagram. She has a very beautiful and flamboyant lifestyle!. I love her. She is very beautiful and sexy...”

He recites in excitement and so much admiration.

I remain dumbfounded!. I know nothing about her.

“I don't like him thou!. There's news spreading that he can't bear children due to a sickness he had in the pass. Oh, poor Emily she has to stick to this marriage. Perhaps she will never have children too!.”

Erick cries in dismal.

“So sad!.”

I lean on the counter folding my arms and staring at Dickison from a distance. Feeling deeply sorry for him.

Actually, it hurts!. Having all this money without being capable of bearing children to rejoice with. OMG, I feel pity for him.

Erick and I gossip for some minutes. I later move on with my work.

A few hours later,

I walk to the toilet. I enter in one of the latrines to easy, myself. Once I'm done I move out.

To my greatest surprise, I find this man strutting at the door like he has been waiting for me. I move to the tap wash my hands without paying much attention to him. Thou weird to find a man in the ladies’ privy.

After washing my hands I pass them under the hand dryer. All is done.

I turn to move out but the stranger obstructs my way.

“Sexy lady!.”

He says with a malicious smile on.

“Please, I want to pass!.”

I stay calm.

“You are sexy!.”

He walks closer to me, placing his hand on my faces slightly caressing my jaw. Very disgusting!.

“Get off!.”

I hostile pull off his hand.

He then clenches me on the waist. I fight him. He seizes my both hands with one of his hand. I keep battling.

“Help, help!..”

I scream.

“Shut up!.”

He slaps me and pulls me into one of the latrines. Where he tugs me on the toilet bowl, hitting my back on the tank. The fierce pain from my back makes me screaming more, crying the hell out of me.

He gets unstable as he tries to unbutton his trousers. I rapidly pull him with my legs. He steps backwards but rapidly manages to clunch me back and give me several slaps on the face.

“Help!. Help!.”

I cry in vain.

I unexpectedly glimpse the man falling on the ground. I unable to move, I get curious. I don't know who or what it was but I'm damn grateful.

“Are you okay?.”

His deep the voice assures me as he walks closer.

“Yes!.”

I nod in pains.

He sends his hands forward and helps lifts me. OMG, he stinks alcohol.

“Let's get out of here!.”

He rules with his emotionless glance fixed on. I support myself of him as he helps me out.

Erick runs to us as he sees us.

He notices my swollen eyes, scatter hairs and wisted dress.

“What happening?.”

He wanders as he sees me horrify in a stranger's arms. I don't answer I remain speechless this gets him more worried and hostile with Dickinson thinking that he wants to take advantage of me.

“Is there a discrete bath out of this place?.”

He asks Erick who hesitates to answer.

“Please, Erick!”

I cries

“This way!.”

Erick leads us out through the back door.

“I will come see you girl!. Time for me to round up with things here!.”

He exclaims.

We get out through the back parking. We find Mr Dickinson driver who helps me in the car.

He immediately drives to the nearest health centre as ordered by his boss.

“She can go back home!. She needs to rest!.”

The doctor says after taking care of me prescribing some pains killers.