The Club

He finally met Paul. "Sebastian!!!!! It has been three years. How are you? When I saw the text? And the call, Lord, I thought it was a dream." His childhood friend and the only person who understands him said as walked into his strip club. He was in the VIP area, the neon lights and the buzzing music made him cheer up from the horrible news that he got.

He needed to be where he was appreciated and not questioned. He was dumped by his last girlfriend, she cheated on him and he really liked her. He couldn't tell his family. Instead, he moved on, since then? He didn't tell anyone anything, he dealt with the consequences and moved on, it took him half a year to get over her. He has become cold and doesn't pay any attention to women.

"I need two drinks first, I can't, get me strippers too. I might need some. After that we need to talk as soon as possible." "Strippers? Damn, who broke you that bad?" Paul sat down with his friend.

"It's my folks? They want me to get married to get the company, or I will lose it all to Andrew? Like bro, Andrew?" Sebastian said as he opened the first bottle, he gulped it.

"Yo, that's messed up for real. You know maybe you can find a girl that likes you. Or you can hire one for show-that kind of thing. You worked so hard and studied hard to lose it all to that brother of yours, I wouldn't allow that, but for tonight? We aren't thinking. We just want to have fun and then tomorrow we think. Okay?" Paul wasn't having it. He didn't like that his friend might have to lose all the hard work.

"Yes, the drinks and the strippers." Paul said as he stood up and signaled to some girls. Paul is also from a rich family, but he is really in his thing. His siblings got the family business while he runs his thing, maybe the strip club. He racks a lot, he owns a cartel too.

A girl came to twerk on him. She was good, and he was feeling her, she was dancing to the beat, and he made out with her, on that spot. "Are you always here? How many men have you done this with?" He asked as they were making out.

"Just you, I started a week ago, and I don't like when men touch me but you-you look and feel different." She said in a low tone as she bounced on him. Just as their eyes met, he remembered his ex. "You can go now." He changed his tone and his looks, she thought she had hit the jackpot. She left immediately and wasn't at the scene anymore.

He shook his head and he stood up to look over at the club downstairs. He looked over to those sited and those that were having fun while sitting, he was trying to look for a girl that needed company when he spotted her.

"Who is she?" Sebastian asks as he takes another glass, he gulps in it. "That's Elena? She is just a waitress, nothing important. Leave her, focus on the chicks tonight okay?" Paul said as he stood up to call the girls.

While Sebastian sat down and ignored the girls that were dancing, he was looking at Elena, she was in a short skirt and white shirt, super tight, it showed her curves, her hair was rough but yet it made it attractive even with the dark lights he could spot her still.

He was attracted to her smile and how she was willing to work and assist. He didn't know why, but he liked watching her.

"I want her to serve me, actually." He requested for her. "She isn't a stripper okay? She is just here to earn, and she is clumsy too. So just let it go." Paul told him off, but he didn't care, he wanted her. The attraction was more than mild, it was more off making sure he owned her, he spotted a guy that was talking and looking at her, he didn't like that.

He could sense that she was going to be teased or the main attraction of that guy and his friends. "Nah, she is fine. I really want her to just serve me and get to know her."

"Look, she is working to save her sister or something, and even if you get to know her? She isn't in your league, let it go."

Paul was getting pissed off, he didn't want Elena and Sebastian hooking up or doing anything stupid. Elena was like a main attraction and even if she had just been here for a few days, she was making his business boom. He didn't want that ruined.

"Just let her come here." Sebastian insisted.

"Fine, call Elena and have her bring in a drink." Paul rolled his eyes as he asked one of the girls. Sebastian wasn't interested in the strippers anymore, he had seen a lot and their dance moves weren't so impressive, he was at the moment with Elena.

"I don't see why you want to meet her, actually. I don't see it." Paul was so angry, he didn't care if she was his new money making machine. He wanted her out. She was distracting his friend in a very bad way.

She came up the stairs with the drinks, she was a few inches away from Sebastian and Paul, just as she was about to serve them! She tripped over, One of the girls set her leg for her.

"Oh I am so sorry." She had spilled over the drink on Sebastian and Paul. Paul finds it as an opportunity to lash out on her and fire her.

"You are fired, and you are to return all the tips that you made here in this club.

"I already paid for my sister's bills, even the one I got tonight, I transferred it to the hospital already, I don't know how to get that." Elena was sorry and on her knees, she didn't want to lose her job.

"I don't care." Paul was serious and he was already making a scene. "Paul, it's just a drink-let it go." Sebastian tried to hold him up, but then he wouldn't budge. "Security, Take her out." Paul made his verdict and it was done.

"Hey, hey pretty lady. Can we talk?" Sebastian ran outside the door and caught up to her. She was in tears, she had grabbed her bags. It was raining, and she was going to get in it. "Hey; you can't walk in the rain." He grabbed and pulled her close to him.

They stared at each other's eyes for a minute, seeing her up close, he felt what he did for his ex and she on the other hand? She finally felt the love that she had always been jealous of. All it took was a moment to get lost in each other's eyes, strangers they were.

"I can, you can let me go." She said in a low tone, he wasn't ready to let her go. Maybe his parents were right after all. "Let's talk in my car, you can cry or at least think of new ways. But please not in the rain, okay!" He asked her even if she had just poured drinks on him, he knew it was an accident. He was kind to her and he even defended her. Paul was just being hard-headed.

"Okay." She followed him to the car. "Why are you working here? And what happened to your sister?" He asked her and tears dropped from her eyes. She also explained to him in detail.

"How much does the bill cost? The bills are obviously overwhelming you. I'll settle all your bills, including Paul's. "

She stared at him suspiciously.

Life had taught her time and time again that anything too good to be true isn't. "What's the catch? I am sorry I am not a call-girl. I am actually respectable, and I earn the right way." She said as she wiped her tears, she even bowed.

"Relax, it's a job you will do, a legal and respectable one. You will be my assistant/ wife for a year. No strings attached. That's all, we can draft the rules, maybe no sex or something that can be a dealbreaker, I would rather you do all that? Then to be enslaved and given lusty looks all night.

I could see the way the guys tapped your butt and you were given the looks. Listen I know it's all fast and-" she didn't let him finish.

"Yes. I will do it." She didn't think about it. He just solved all her problems and what more could she ask for and besides what could go wrong?