Baby For The Impotent Billionaire

CAROLINA.

One Friday morning, I went out in search of a job. After an unsuccessful hunt, I returned home and found my mother, Lilian Edmond, waiting at the front door.

"Carolina, you are 26 years old, yet you have no job or a boyfriend. You cannot continue to eat in this house. Take your things and leave!" Mom yelled, glaring at me.

"Good evening, Mom," I greeted her, but her eyes narrowed.

My mother was a 48-year-old, chubby woman of average height. She was fair-skinned with long blonde hair like mine. She wore a long blue nightdress that hung loosely around her body, paired with black slippers.

Some neighbors peeked from their open windows, trying to see what the commotion was about.

"Carolina, you are not entering this house tonight. You better go back and search for a job. If you do not find one, do not come home again. If your father and I had known that sending you to the university was a waste, we wouldn't have spent our money; we would have saved it for your younger siblings. How do you expect us to continue to feed a grown woman like you? If you do not want to work, then remain outside!" Mom yelled and went back into the apartment, slamming the door in my face with a deafening sound.

I stood speechless, knowing my mother wasn't happy that I was unemployed. I sighed, looking at the door that had been locked from within.

My name was Carolina Edmond, and I had graduated with a first-class degree in business management. So far, I hadn't been able to secure a good job in this city.

I grew up in a family with five siblings. Being the eldest of two younger sisters and two younger brothers, I had nothing serious going on in my life. No job, no lover; just me.

I drew a deep breath and turned to walk back to the road. I wore a faded yellow top and an old brown flared skirt, paired with black shoes that I had owned for ages.

I knew that my mother shouldered all our family responsibilities, as my father was a deadbeat. He didn't truly care what I did. He came home to eat, and we might not see him for days while he worked as a mechanic.

I stood by the roadside, thinking of what to do and how to get a job ASAP.

When I checked my phone, I saw it was 7 p.m. I knew most agencies had closed. What work could I get tonight?

I decided to contact my best friend, Lucy Campbell. She worked in a clubhouse here in Mohills City. I was certain Lucy could lend me money to take care of my bills for the weekend.

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

"Hey, Carolina. What's wrong?" Lucy asked, shouting over the phone.

I noticed she was at work; the loud sound of club music reverberated in my ear.

"I am homeless, Lucy. Can I come and stay at your place?" I asked, knowing she lived alone. I tried to fight back my sobs, but I ended up sniffing.

Lucy was my childhood friend. We attended the same college, but she didn't have a family as troubling as mine. She chose to live alone and work in a club.

"Why? What happened with your family again? Your mom threw you out?" Lucy asked, guessing the problem. "It's 8 p.m. How can she send you away at night?" She was furious, and I tried not to cry.

"Lucy, I cannot blame my mother. The economic situation is hard, and she is trying her best to provide for us. I need to get a job to support her. If I can find work tonight, I do not mind doing it, even if it's prostitution," I told Lucy, sobbing at last. She sighed.

"It's alright, Caro. I am at work now. Can you come to The Blues Club? It's the biggest club in this city, and they have a five-star hotel, too. I will try to speak to my boss to employ you. But you must quit speaking locally and speak seductively like me. That way, my boss can employ you and take you seriously. Also, you must 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 the job? Will it involve kissing or what?" I asked, my eyes widening in shock, my heart throbbing faster.

"No. What is wrong with you, Carolina? I mean you will just have to put on a smiling face. Well, you know you're a pretty woman, so some of the men might want to ask you out," Lucy said. I thought about it.

"Alright. I do not have a problem with that. What matters is that I earn money, even if it means selling my body. I feel like a failure right now," I told Lucy as I sobbed.

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

"Alright. I will pay you back. Please, help me, Lucy. You are the only best friend I have," I told her, and she laughed with her contagious laughter.

"Don't mention it. I am sure I am not your only friend. Anyway, I will send the money to you. Get here quickly," Lucy gave me a final ultimatum, knowing how I had been trying to get a job to no avail.

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

Looking ahead, I hailed a taxi and told the driver, "To The Blues Clubhouse."

The taxi driver looked at me from head to toe.

"Are you sure you are going to The Blues dressed like this?" He eyed me suspiciously, and I frowned.

"Why? I am going there to meet a friend," I told him, and he shrugged.

"Get into the car. That isn't my problem, but your fare is 1,500," the taxi driver said. I pulled the car door and entered the backseat.

"Why? Isn't it 500?" I tried to ask, but his eyes darkened.

"You can trek. Why get in a taxi?" he said coldly. I frowned.

"It's fine. Take me to the club," I replied. He nodded, started the car, and drove off to The Blues Club.