30 DAYS TRAPPED WITH THE WRONG CEO

Maya collins’s pov~

Estonia, land of my fucking dreams.

At least for now, a week ago I was out of a job, broke and in so much debt that I could die.

>>>>>>>>>A week ago…

“Maya. If you do not remit payment for this semester, you will be required to retake this course.” That was an email representative from NYU.

My friend Kate sighed over the phone, “What are you going to do Maya? You can't stay with your grandma anymore” she asked.

I ran my hand through my hair as more thoughts crossed through my mind.

“Maya, you are not part of your grandfather's will; your father says you are a bastard and your mom was a whore he spent just 1 night with."

That was my father’s lawyer, a message from prison.

Dad now calls himself my stepdad.

All my life, it's been one sad tale or another; someone is always walking out the door, and no one looks back to know how I feel.

“I don't know Kate, I'm on my wits’ end, I'm getting thrown out by Friday”

I faced vilification and accusations of being a gold digger when I chose to do a good deed by whistleblowing on a famous art thief who framed my father.

And now, the same father doesn't want shit to do with me.

“Look I can get you a few gigs here in Tallinn, a club needs a fill-in, it's just for a week but you get paid, like really paid Pookie ” My ears were joyful to the good news.

“I'm taking it, shit Kate I don't have money for flights or..”

Kate laughed, “It's a sponsored job dummy, are you sure you can do it, my mom and dad can't know about it” I swallowed hard.

“What type of job is this? Bartending?”

Kate sighed, “Look, friend I know you are smart but you also got a body to kill for, the men in Estonia are hungry for it, I'm gonna send you a contact, if you are sure you need the money call him, it's just a week and you’ll be back with enough to get your own place back in New York”

I had nothing to lose, and by the end of the day, I had signed a contract with Kurt, the manager.

By morning I was on my way to Estonia.

5 days into the job and I'd already made enough to last me a while to pay off some of the debt.

Kate was heaven-sent, An angel.

2 days until the end of my contract>>>>>>>>

I locked the apartment, looked both ways before crossing the street; I just have to get to my job before…

Aarrgh.

Bright light blinded me almost immediately. I was stunned; I stepped back.

The car sped by fast; I blinked fast, but before I could see it, it had splashed muddy water all over my orange coat.

“FUCK! Can today get any worse?” I heaved in frustration before checking the time: 10 pm. Shit!

Kurt, the club manager, will deduct this from my final pay if I don't stick to the schedule.

the damned bastard, and I was right.

He stood by the back door, fuming with anger, waiting to descend on me as I crossed over to meet him.

“You are late!” he fumed. I gave a shy smile.

“I'm sorry, Kurt I got stuck….”

He slammed his hand against the door; it flew open, and the perpetual sound of sin and chaos roared from inside, reminding me of my tragic life yet again.

I dreamed of becoming an artist, painting my pain onto a canvas, but there’s the matter of my unpaid debt.

“Does it look like I run a charity here, Maya? Does it write Kurt’s charity bar in front of this building?” he bellowed.

I was about to reply, but his stern look prevailed over whatever I had to say to him.

“This is a strip club; you begged for this job, Maya, remember? If you don't need it anymore, I suggest you find other means of employment, because I won't tolerate Tardiness!”

His voice was finite, and I immediately fell to my knees.

“Kurt, I'm sorry, okay? It won't happen again! Please, I need this job! "Please!" I pleaded. I felt utterly humiliated when I heard the other girls giggle and laugh behind Kurt.

I noticed someone had parked a few feet away from where I begged Kurt for my job back.

A tall man got out of the car and watched us for a while before walking in through the back door of the building, where I knelt begging.

He was masked except for his eyes. Something about the way those grey eyes scanned me unsettled me.

He shot me one last look before disappearing behind the door.

“I don't think this approach works anymore, Maya. I need my girls on time, but you seem to want to wander off on your own," he scoffed.

“I don't collect strays." He paused before clapping his hands in my face.

He was about to continue when another man, a guard we called Ajax, whispered something into his ear.

Kurt smiled in an unsettling way.

He looked at me with prideful eyes before gesturing for me to get up.

Phew, relief! Wait, does this mean I've got my job back?

“You are in luck," Kurt smiled.

I looked at him, confused.

“I don't understand?” I stuttered. “A client has asked for you, just you, Maya, so you'd better do a good job or kiss your contract here goodbye; he is in the private suite."

Kurt walked away, leaving me in a state of curiosity and confusion all at once.

I've been working here for 5days, and no one has ever called for me specifically.

I'm just a plain, boring girl, who could ever want me?

Kurt had come to drop off a costume, I had to wear specifically for this client.

I was uncomfortable because most of it was open, my nipples shot out of the red-colored cut-up bra.

Kurt grabbed my arm aggressively. "He is not a regular here, but he has money to spend”

“ so make sure he spends it, or you are out!”