Baby For The Impotent Billionaire

CAROLINA'S POV:

On Friday evening, after an unsuccessful job hunt, I came home and found my mother, Lilian Edmond, standing at the front of our apartment building.

"Carolina, you are 26 years old, yet you have no boyfriend or job. You cannot continue to eat in this house. Get out!" my mother shouted, pointing at the gate.

"Mom," I replied, standing in front of her.

"Carolina, you are not entering this house tonight if you do not find a job. Go and look for a job. If your father and I had known that sending you to the university was a waste, we wouldn't have wasted our money and 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!" My mother slammed the door in my face and went back into the house.

Sighing, I stood in front of the apartment building where we lived in this city. It was a simple bungalow, but we had a few neighbors, and there were only four tenants.

I had graduated with a degree in business management, but so far, I hadn't been able to secure a good job. The city was hard, and finding work had been unsuccessful.

My parents had five children, and I was the eldest, with two younger sisters and two younger brothers. I was 26 years old, yet I had nothing serious going on in my life.

I was wearing a faded yellow top and an old brown frayed skirt that I'd had for ages.

Sighing, I turned to walk back to the road. My mother shouldered all our family responsibilities because my father was a mechanic. He came home to eat, and we might not see him for days.

When I stood by the road, looking at the cars passing. There wasn't an agency or shop that I hadn't visited, trying to apply for a job.

Shutting my eyes painfully, I reached for my phone to call my best friend, Lucy Campbell. She worked in a clubhouse, and I was sure she could help me get money to take care of my bills.

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

"Carolina, what's wrong?" Lucy asked, her voice filled with concern.

"I am homeless, Lucy. Can I come and stay at your place?" I asked her, trying to fight back my sobs.

"Why, Carolina? 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, and I tried not to sniff.

"I cannot blame her. The economy 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," I said, sobbing at last.

"It's alright, Caro. Actually, I am at work now. Can you come to The Blues Clubhouse? It's the biggest club in town. I will try to speak to my boss to see if he will accept you, but you must quit speaking locally and speak like a professional, like me. That way, my boss can employ you. 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 to get the job? Will it involve kissing or what?" I asked her, my heart pounding.

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

"I do not have any 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 sobbed, and Lucy sighed.

"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? Although I do not have money to give you right now. My elder sister's wedding is next month, and I need to make preparations for it," Lucy said.

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

"Don't mention that. I am sure that 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'd been trying to get a job to no avail.

Sighing, I paced about the road, and I got a message alert for 5000, and I smiled. The money was more than I needed, but I knew that I had to pay Lucy back.

Looking ahead at the busy road, 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 that 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 of mine," I replied, and he shrugged.

"Get into the car. That isn't my problem, but your bill is 1500," the taxi driver said, as I pulled the door and hopped in.

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

"You can trek. Why get on a taxi?" he said to me coldly, and I frowned.

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