Baby For The Impotent Billionaire

(Carolina's POV)

After an unsuccessful job hunt, I went home and found my mother, Lilian Edmond, waiting for me at the front door.

"Carolina, you are 26 years old, yet you have no job or boyfriend. You cannot continue to eat in this house with us. Take your things and go back!" my mother yelled, standing by the doorway.

"Good evening, Mom," I greeted her, looking at her face.

She was 48, average height, with fair skin, long blonde hair, and a curvaceous body. She wore a blue dress paired with black slippers.

I wore a faded yellow top, an old brown frayed skirt, and a pair of black shoes.

My old, worn-out black bag hung from my right shoulder as I gazed at her.

"Carolina, you are not entering this house tonight. You better go back and look for a job. If you do not find one, then do not come home again. If your father and I had known that sending you to university was a waste, we wouldn't have wasted our money—we could have saved it for your younger siblings. How do you expect us to continue feeding a grown woman like you in this house? If you do not want to work, then remain outside!" My mother went back into the apartment and slammed the door in my face.

Sighing, I stood inside the compound, speechless. I felt the gazes of some neighbors on me. Where did Mom want me to go? I had hunted for a job, yet no luck.

It was 7 p.m. on Friday evening. I turned and walked out of the yard. Three years ago, I had graduated with a first-class degree in business management. But so far, I haven't been able to secure a job.

The city was hard, and finding a great job as a graduate had been unsuccessful.

My parents had five children, and I am the eldest sibling, with two younger sisters and two younger brothers. I am a 26-year-old woman, fair-skinned, tall, slender, and yet I have nothing serious going on in my life.

I sauntered back to the road, knowing that my mother shoulders most of our family responsibilities. My father worked as a car engineer, but he didn't contribute much. He came home to eat, and we might not see him for days.

As I stood by the roadside, I peered at the busy road, thinking of what to do next.

My watch showed 8 p.m. There was no agency or shop where I hadn't applied for a job.

I closed my blue eyes, opened them, and reached for my phone in my black bag to contact my best friend, Lucy Campbell.

Lucy works in a clubhouse, and I am sure she can help me get money to cover my bills for this weekend.

"Hello, Lucy," I said once she picked up.

"Carolina, what's wrong?" Lucy asked me with a soft voice, and I noticed she was at work.

The sound of music echoing in the background filled my ears.

"I am homeless, Lucy. Can I come and stay at your place?" I asked her, knowing she lived alone.

Lucy and I attended the same college, although she didn't further her education. We remained friends to this day.

"Why? What happened with your family again? Your mom threw you out? It's 8 p.m. How can she send you away at night?" Lucy asked, subtly annoyed, and I tried not to sob.

"Lucy, I cannot blame my mother. The economic situation is too hard now, and Mom is trying her best. I need to get a job. If I can find any job for tonight, I do not mind doing it," I replied, sobbing at last.

"It's alright, Carolina. Actually, I am at work now at the Blues Clubhouse. Can you come over to the club? It's the biggest club in this city. I will try to speak to my boss to employ you, but you must quit speaking locally and speak like a professional, like me. That way, my boss can employ you and take you seriously. You must also be friendly with the male clients. You will have to endure their touch and how they interact with you," Lucy said.

"Really? I must do all this if I want to get the job? Will it involve kissing or what?" I asked her, my heart pounding.

"No, Carolina. What's wrong with you? You will just have to put on a smiling face. Well, you know you're a pretty woman, so some men might want to ask you out on a date," Lucy said with a soft voice, and I thought about it.

"Alright. I don't have any problem with that. What matters is that I earn money to foot my bills, even if it means selling my body. I feel like a failure right now," I cried to my best friend over the phone, and she sighed.

"It's okay, Carolina. You are not a failure. Where are you? Start coming over now. Do you have your transport fare, or should I lend you some money? You know I don't have much money now to give you. My elder sister's wedding is next month, and I need to make preparations for it," Lucy said.

"Alright. I'll pay you back. Please help me, Lucy. You are the only best friend I have," I replied, and she laughed over the phone with her contagious laughter.

"Don't mention that, Carolina. I'm sure I'm not your only friend. Anyway, I'll send the money to you. Get here quickly," Lucy gave me an ultimatum before our call ended.

She knew how I had been trying to get a job to no avail.

I sighed, pacing about the road, and I got a message alert of 5,000, and I smiled. The money was more than I needed, but I knew I had to pay Lucy back.

Looking ahead at the busy road, I hailed a taxi and told the driver, "To The Blues Club."

The taxi driver looked at me from head to toe as he sat in his driver's seat.

"Are you sure you're going to The Blues Club dressed like this?" he asked me suspiciously, and I frowned.

"Why? I'm going there to meet a friend of mine," I replied, and he shrugged.

"Get into the car. That's not my problem, but your bill is 1,500," the taxi driver said as I pulled the back door and entered the back passenger seat.

"Why? Isn't it 500?" I asked him, and his eyes narrowed at me.

"You can walk. Why get in a taxi?" he said coldly, and I frowned and fastened my seat belt.

"It's fine. Take me to the club," I told him, and he nodded, ignited the car, and drove off to the club.