POV: DIVA GEORGE
Visiting the hospital everyday for two years wasn't what I had in mind when I turned 18. Even though I wouldn't be able to live the adolescent life most teens live I still wish I could go out and party.
I made my way through the hospital hallway and took a deep breath once I got to the front door.
"Alright Diva, put a smile on your face" I said to myself.
I walked past the door and set the tray of food on the bed side table.
"Hello" I greet with a wide smile spread across my face.
My relationship with my father isn't the best, but that doesn't mean I need to be a less significant daughter. I've always wondered where the problem really lies, I just don't know why he hates me so much.
"How are you feeling dad?" I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Fine" he answered, taking a cold look away from me, which only saddened me. I always expect a short response from him.
There were times when I wondered if he would show me some affection. Especially since I'm always in the hospital taking care of him. Not that I'm complaining, I love him dearly and I'll always make it my top priority to take care of him.
"That's great, here's your medicine" I said smiling and handed him the pill.
"I said I'm fine" he responded, still facing away. Though he considered himself fine, the doctor advised him to take them anyway. He is always so stubborn.
"Dad, you have to take them, you know your health is at stake" I said. During a visit to the doctor I remembered the doctor's instructions which pointed out that I should give him the pills daily.
However, my father was the type to order people, not the other way round. Why couldn't he just see that what I'm trying to do is for his own good? Even though he was already sick, my mother rejected him and left for another man, ever since then nothing has been able to improve his condition.
Standing up slowly he walks off to the bathroom. "Leave it on the table, I'll take it after I eat" he mumbled. I quietly nodded and stood up from his bed.
Eventually, I decided to make my way out of the room. I have a job interview in an hour and I can't afford to be late.
*************
I stood in front of the fancy club, staring at it for what seemed like an eternity. Do I want to do this?
Fuck it.
I inhaled the strong aroma of the alcohol, scrunching my nose as I stepped inside after doubting myself for a few minutes. In the past, I stayed away from alcohol because even a small amount results in me losing control and it's not meant to be because werewolves can resist alcohol. I hate it and can't stand the taste of it.
Despite the sweat running down from everyone's body, I pushed my way through the crowd of people although I was feeling disgusted, looking around I stepped further into the crowd when a guy grabbed my ass causing me to stop in my tracks. I turned around, "Excuse me?" I asked in complete shock. What the fuck.
It's only been three minutes since I set foot inside this club.
"Sorry beautiful it was an accident, my bad" he says walking past me with a smirk. I laugh at his pathetic excuse, he could have at least come up with a better one than that.
I grab his arm, turning him around to face me. "My fist would look great on his face right now".
"I wonder if shoving a flag pole up your ass would be considered an accident," I say which made this asshole clench his fists in anger.
"Listen here,"
I shoved past him not wanting to listen anymore to his bullshit and walked away, searching for someone.
The way he acted was extremely disrespectful and I would love to hold him accountable, but then again I have a job interview to take care of. My attention quickly shifts to the brunette sitting on a bar stool talking to a bartender.
My voice rang out "Hey Paige!" Gaining her attention
"Oh my god Diva!!" she screamed over the loud music as she stood up to hug me.
"I thought you'd be working" I say, hugging her back.
"Nope, I don't start my shift until 11. I wasn't quite certain you'd show up." She says giving me that signature smile of hers.
I was unable to afford my father's medical expenses while working at a coffee shop so I had to find some sort of solution. "It wouldn't hurt to try," I replied, breaking off from the hug.
As a result of my mother leaving me and my dad, I had to work two jobs to help pay the bills. With my father's condition, it's becoming harder and harder for me to cover his bills, let alone pay for my own. I used to work in the same Cafe as Paige but she quit 3 months ago and began working here as a stripper. Having heard it from Paige, I decided to apply for a job here. I was getting pretty desperate.
Paige told me that the waitress here makes a decent wage. I hadn't come to work as a stripper, I'd have no idea what to do.
"Oh honey, can I help you at all?" she asks in concern.
"Paige you deserve a lot of credit for the help you have given me" I told her and it's true.
She slapped my arm playfully "Don't mention it, you know I'm always here for you no matter what"
"Ahem" the bartender coughed, catching my attention. "Who's the chick?" he asked, looking at me.
He has such beautiful tanned skin and a beautiful aura, he could capture any woman's attention. He looks like someone you'd want as a cute neighbor.
Paige introduces me to him, "she's going to be applying for a job here" she explains.
"That's wonderful, I'll give her around often then" he smirks, giving me a wink. I rolled my eyes and looked away.
"Angelo is a bartender at the Hives club" Paige says as she rolls her eyes at his obvious flirting.
Paige is a really pretty girl, she has a brown complexion and her long brown hair complemented her bright blue eyes. I would be lying if I say she was not attractive.
"Nice to meet you Angelo" I greeted with a smile.
"it's nice to meet you as well, you should consider staying till my shift is over" he suggests with a shrug.
"Alright you horny bastard, that's enough for today. You'll have plenty of time to flirt with her after she gets the job. Isn't that right Diva?" Paige turns to me with a smirk.
Yeah, probably not.
Suddenly I remembered I needed to get an interview. I parted ways with Angelo as Paige took me to the manager's office where my interview will take place.
"Hun, don't worry, You'll do awesome!" she says, comforting me with a hug. "Thanks Paige" I reply, giving her a genuine smile.
"Be careful though, Adrian can be a little intimidating" she says "Is he the owner of the club?" I asked, still sounding a little bit scared.
It just occurred to me that I was applying to a position where I do not know who this is or anything about the club.
"He might be a little scary and all but he's pretty hot, so try not to get all worked up when you meet him, he rarely comes here with all the companies he's handling, I don't think he has much time. You'll meet up with Alex , our manager first" Paige explains.
Inhaling deeply I tried to calm myself. "Thank you again" I said, turning my back to her and knocking the door twice. After hearing nothing, I knocked again and heard a voice allowing me to enter.
My attention was quickly drawn to the room's chaos as I walked in. It was a mess
"Can I help you?" the man behind the desk asked and he turned his chair to me, I was surprised to see who it was. The same guy that touched my ass when I came into the club.
"You!!" I said, still surprised.
"What are you here for?" he asked, behaving like he didn't know me or hadn't seen me before so I had to change because I actually need the job.
"I'm here for an interview," I said softly.
"All right, take a seat" he instructs shortly.
He leaned back in his chair, "Alright, let's get this shit over with, shall we?" he glances at home with his smug face.
My eyes drifted down onto his table where a sign 'Head manager' was placed. So he's not the owner.
"What's your name?" he asks while typing on his keyboard recklessly.
"Diva George" I responded and he nodded.
"Hm okay, what made you choose the Hives Club?"
"Should I just be honest and honestly say I heard my friend talk about how well this place has been treating her" I realize this wasn't the best answer but I don't think he cares.
"Are you experienced?" He asks the next question almost right away.
"Yeah, I've been doing this for a very long time" I tell him honestly.
A smirk emerged from his lips, "I can see what you mean"
Did I look like I've been waiting tables all my life? I shouldn't be here. What was I even thinking?
"I-" before I could say anything he cut me off.
"Right, that's all I need to know" he says before standing up.
"Follow me, Miss George" he motions towards the door.
Where is he taking me? I quickly shove my files inside my bag and followed him. He didn't even ask me for my resume which struck me as odd. Maybe he didn't need to.
After walking for a few minutes, he suddenly halts in front of a large door causing me to run into his back.
When he turned to look directly at me, I cheekily apologized "Fuck, I'm sorry"
I widened my eyes as I placed my hand over my mouth "Sorry, It just slipped ou-" I tried to apologize again, realizing I had just cursed.
"Forget it" he said and knocked on the large door. While waiting, the door suddenly burst open, revealing a blonde lady wearing red lingerie.
She sends me a hard glare as she walks past me.
"You better have a good reason for knocking on my door right now Alex" A deep voice spoke, sending shivers down my spine.
How can one's voice sound so seductive?