Tears welled in my eyes as I felt so much pain grip my heart. I still can't believe Shelby would say such horrible things to me. I understand that Tanner is her brother but I'm her best friend and she was mine.
She didn't even give me a chance to speak or explain myself. I dropped to my knees by my bed as tears rolled down my face, as I remembered every disgusting word Tanner had ever said to me, the leering looks and the skin crawling touches.
The horrible words Shelby said to me hurt me so bad. She said that Tanner told her I threw myself at him so she knew all this while even if it was a lie and never said anything about it to me. Was she even my friend or was she pretending all this time?.
She called me a whore so does that mean she had all this in her heart all this time?. Questions ran through my mind as I drifted into a restless sleep.
TWO hours later…
I jolted up from my sleep quickly regretting it as a sharp pain went through my neck and back. So I sit up gently from my uncomfortable position on the floor.
I ran my hands down my face feeling the dried up tears from when I cried myself to sleep. My mind wanders back to what happened earlier, I quickly shake my head to clear the thoughts from my head. When another thought pops up in my mind, why did I get to her house?. Oh yes the flash…the FLASH!!.
I look around my room for my bag but I don't find it. I rush downstairs looking around for it. I just hope I didn't forget it in that house. I go to my car and see it in the front seat. I sigh in relief as I grab it and go back inside the house.
I should forget whatever happened and focus on finding my father. There is nothing more important than that right now.
My stomach growls loudly, a painful reminder of what little I had for breakfast this morning so with that I got to the kitchen.
I look around and realize I need to go grocery shopping, but I want to treat myself and I need something to take my mind off everything so I decide to make a pasta dish.
I get the eggs, flour, salt and the mixer to make the pasta from scratch. I mix the ingredients together and start to knead the dough and leave it to rest.
While it is resting I take some of my favorite chocolate cake and head up to take a shower.
Sitting on the floor with my pasta I decided to do some research on the club Euphoria my dad was sending and receiving emails from. I see a lot of good reviews and videos on the club and decide it must be very good as it looks quite upscale. I go to their official website and see they have a job opening for a waitress.
Being a waitress isn't exactly my forté, but this is the only way I'll have access to information I won't be able to get just as a clubber.
So I quickly fill in the application and at the end of the application page it says I have to go for an interview. I roll my eyes at the screen like what is this,I'm not applying for a CEO position.
Since the interview is at 9pm which I find odd I decide to kill time as it is just 5pm. So I went back to my dad's office to look for more clues.
My alarm for 7:30 blares loudly waking me up from my sleep. I realized that I had slept on my dad's office table with files scattered everywhere.
Standing up from the chair I twist and turn trying to crack my bones. Who knew that sleeping on an office table would be as nice as this?. For some reason I feel refreshed after my little sleep.
I take another shower again, taking my time in the shower. I come out feeling even better. Walking over to my closet to pick an outfit. I pick out a black fit jean that hugs my curves a little too much but I don't care. I pair it with a crop top that has an " A" on it with a blue jean jacket and some heeled platform ankle boots.
I put on my outfit and spray on my Chanel perfume and some of my chocolate perfume that I've been obsessed with. The obsession I have with this perfume should be studied. I do some quick skincare seeing as I'm running out of time. I put on some mascara and lipgloss and stuff them in my bag along with my phone.
I make sure the windows are locked and the lights are off before rushing downstairs. I lock the front door and rush to my car and get in.
I look into the mirror and see I completely forgot to style my hair, so I grab a scrunchie from a bag and put my hair into a messy bun with some tendrils hanging out. I smile at my reflection.
I put the address into the GPS cause God knows I would have lost my way on my own.
It took me quite a while to get there cause I missed a couple of turns but who doesn't.
Anyways I finally get to the club, parking my car and grabbing my jacket and bag from the front seat and locking the door.
Walking up to the front I see a short line. I walk up to the 6 '4 looking giant of a bouncer and tell him I'm here for the interview for the waitress he scowls at me like I am lying.
" Ma'am please move to the back of the line". He says with a polite voice but I can see the hint of annoyance in his eyes.
" But I'm gonna be late, the interview is at 9pm".I say checking the time and seeing that it is 8:45. "Listen Mr bouncer I have an interview at 9pm and if I'm late you'll regret it. Go and ask your manager I spoke to her earlier." The lie slipped through my lips. He looks at me suspiciously but he takes out his toy and calls the manager while he is distracted. I pass by the little opening.
I quickly walk past the entrance and the first thing that hits me is the thumping sound of the music. Gosh it's so loud in here the walls must be soundproof cause I didn't hear shit outside.
I walk towards the sound of the music and see the huge dance floor filled with grinding and kissing each other like there was no tomorrow. Others were dancing and some were too high to know where they were.
The club didn't smell bad like other clubs I've been to. It smells like smooth, expensive leather and some other scent I couldn't label.
Remembering why I'm here I quickly walk over to the bar. I stood there feeling so out of place the bartender finally looked at me and damn he's handsome with mesmerizing blue and dark shiny skin, he even had a beautiful smile.
I blushed when I realized I had been staring. "Uh I love your smile and you are handsome". I slap my hand to my mouth when I notice I said that out loud.
"Thank you" he says blushing as well. " That's the nicest thing anyone has said to me today". He says with a genuine smile on his face.
"Well you deserve to be told everyday. Anyways, do you know where I can take the interview for the waitress position". I say looking into his eyes.
" Uh yes actually, the manager was supposed to be the one interviewing but she isn't around so the boss will do it, just be careful okay, now go straight ahead and take the stairs on your left and the second door on your right". " Thank you- "Jake" he says.
I smile "Thank you Jake".
I turn and head for the stairs pushing through the drunk people. I finally get the door and knock waiting for an answer but I hear none so I knock again with no response. I push the door open and walk in.
The office was empty so I looked around. The office is quite spacious with a big desk in the middle and a beautiful view behind it. The office lacked any personal touch with the colour theme being black with a little touch of white here and there.
Maybe I should snoop around. No, if I'm caught it will be bad. So I just stand by the desk when I see the initials A.A.K. I inhale sharply. He's the one from the emails.
What connections could he possibly have with my father? My curiosity peeked. Should I just snoop and see what I can find out?.
I was snapped out of my thoughts when the door opened in quite a forceful manner might I add. It seems like someone is angry.
Turning to look at the person who opened the door and damn am I mesmerized.
I'm guessing he's the boss. He has this dark cold aura that I could even from here, with cold stormy blue eyes to match and don't even get me started on his jawline.
I have a thing from jawlines, is it weird but I just find them so hot. I was snapped out of my thoughts when I saw his 6'4 figure storming towards me.
"What are you doing here?. I thought I told Jaden that I don't want any stripper today". Shock was the first feeling that hit me then blinding anger. How could he refer to me as a stripper?.
" Umm hello sir, in what way do I look like a stripper huh? Who just assumes that someone is a stripper?". I say to him with anger very present in my voice.
"Well why won't I assume such when I opened the door you stared at me like I was cold water in a desert". Pfft he's just exaggerating.
No he's not. My inner voice says to me. Shut up, you are supposed to be on my side.
"Excuse me what ?".he says looking at me like I was some kind of crazy lunatic with 2 heads.
Did I say that out loud? Damn
" Yes you did". I let out an awkward laugh looking anywhere but his beautiful eyes. Beautiful? Gosh I'm really losing it.
" Okay umm listen Mr Sir we kinda started on the wrong foot here. So let's start over. My name is Alana Maxwell and I'm here for the waitress spot". I say with a confident smile on my face.
It drops after I see him stiffen a cold look washing over his face. What is wrong with him? He takes a step closer to me. "What did you just say?". He says angrily.
" Hey hold up, why are you angry? All I said was my name and what I'm here for, isn't that what they do at interviews?". I say looking at him.
He looks as if I told him I grew from a lemon tree. He steps back before he coldly throws out a " Get out" at me.
" Listen, whatever your name is, it's okay if you don't want to give me the job, which will be unfair but you can be more civil about it." I say in one breath.
" You don't get it do you, this isn't your little princess bubble okay you don't just waltz in here and demand what you want". Irritation bubbled inside me at his useless words.
" What do you know about me that you think you have the right to judge what kind of bubble I come from".
" Well I know enough". He says. What does that even mean?
" Well I'm sure you know enough since you've been in contact with him." I snap back.
Surprise flashes in his eyes before he quickly puts on his cold facade.
"You don't know what you are talking about." He says looking at me like I'm some sort of dust on his expensive suit.
" Well I know enough to know that you've been sending emails to my dad for some sort of business that I don't know about and I came here to find out cause your reaction is enough to tell me you know something I don't". I say looking at him dead serious. He looks as if he didn't expect me to know that much.
" Look I'm sorry but I don't know- " oh cut the bullshit I know you know something. Listen he is my dad and I have every right to know what's going on". I say cutting him off.
Anger clouds his eyes as he looks at me with so much darkness in his eyes and something else I can't pinpoint. "No one cuts me off- " what are you gonna do about it". I say cutting him off.
" Even if I know something you won't be able to handle it". "So that means you definitely know something. Listen please just tell me. I miss my dad. I need to find him, he's all I have left."
I say vulnerability trickling into my words. H
is look softened for a millisecond before it hardened.
Then he uttered 4 words that shook my core. "Fine then marry me".