Baby For The Impotent Billionaire

Carolina's POV:

On Friday, it was past 7PM when I returned home, wearing a faded yellow top, a brown flared skirt, and a pair of old, worn-out black shoes. I carried a black handbag over my shoulders.

I was coming back from another unsuccessful job hunt, searching for work before I got home. However, I encountered my mother, Lilian Edmond, at the front door.

"Carolina, you are not entering this house today. You're a 26-year-old woman, yet you have no job or a boyfriend. You cannot continue to eat in this house with us. Take your things and leave!" My mother shouted.

"Mom," I stood in front of the apartment door, looking at her face in shock.

My mother wore a blue maxi dress and a pair of black slippers, blocking the door entrance as she refused to allow me entry.

"Carolina, go back and look for a job. If you do not see any job, then do not come home again. If your father and I knew that sending you to the university was a waste of our money, we wouldn't have wasted it and saved it for your younger ones.

How do you expect us to continue to feed a grown-ass woman like you? If you do not want to work, then remain outside there!" My mother went back into the house and slammed the door in my face.

I sighed, standing outside in front of the house, looking at the door that had been shut.

I had graduated with a degree in business management, and so far, I haven't been able to secure a good job. The city was harsh, and finding employment had been unsuccessful.

My parents had five children, and I am the eldest of five siblings, having two younger sisters and two young brothers. I am 26 years old, yet I have nothing serious going on in my life.

I turned to walk back to the road, knowing that my mother shoulders our family responsibilities. My father worked as a mechanic, and he didn't provide much. He came home to eat, and we might not get to see him for days.

As I stood by the road, watching the passing cars, I knew that I had been to many employment agencies, yet no job.

Shutting my eyes painfully, I reached for my phone to call my best friend, Lucy Campbell. She works in a club, and I am sure that she can help me get money to take care of my bills.

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

"Carolina, what's wrong?" Lucy asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

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

"Why? What happened with your family again? Your Mom threw you out? This is 8 pm. How can she send you away at night?" Lucy asked, and I tried not to sniffle.

"I cannot blame her. The economic situation is too hard now, and Mom is trying her best. I need to get a job. If I can see any job for tonight, I do not mind," I told her, sobbing at last.

"It's alright, Caro. Actually, I am at work now. Can you come to The Blues Club? It's the biggest club in town. I will try to speak to my boss and see if he will accept you. But you must quit speaking 'big English' and speak like a local 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," she said.

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

"No, what's wrong with you, Carolina? 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 don't have any problem with that. What matters is that I earn money, even if it meant 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? Because I don't have money to give you right now. My older 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 told her, and she laughed over the phone with her contagious laughter.

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

I sighed, pacing about the road, and I received a message alert of ₦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 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're going to the blues dressed like this?" He eyed me suspiciously, and I frowned.

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

"Get into the car. All that isn't my problem. But your bill is 1500," the taxi driver said.

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

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

"It's fine. Take me to the club," I told him, and he nodded and gestured for me to enter the car. Once I sat in the rear, he started the car, driving off to The Blues Clubhouse.