Baby For The Impotent Billionaire

(Carolina's POV)

On Friday evening, I went out in search of a job and returned home after an unsuccessful job hunt. I found my mother, Lilian Edmond, 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 with us. Take your things and go back!" my mother yelled, standing by the door.

"Mom," I said, looking at her face.

Mom was a 48-year-old woman of average height. She had fair skin, blonde hair, and a curvaceous body. She wore a blue dress, while I was dressed in a faded yellow top, an old frayed brown skirt, and a pair of black shoes.

I held my old worn-out black bag and stood silently in front of her.

"Carolina, you are not entering this house tonight. You had 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 the university was a waste, we would not have wasted our money and saved it for your younger siblings. How do you expect us to continue to feed 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, slamming the door in my face.

I stood outside speechless, looking at the closed door.

I had graduated with a first-class degree in business administration, and so far, I have not been able to secure a good job.

The city was hard, and finding a job was difficult.

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

I turned to walk back to the road, knowing that my mother shouldered most of our family responsibilities, as my father was just there. He came home to eat, and we might not get to see him for days.

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

There was no agency shop that I had not gone to apply for a job at. Shutting my eyes, I reached for my phone in my black bag to contact my best friend, Lucy Campbell.

Lucy worked in a clubhouse, and I was sure that she could help me get money to take care of my bills for this weekend.

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

"Carolina, what is wrong?" Lucy asked, and I noticed that she was at work.

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

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

Lucy and I attended the same college. Though she did not further her education. We remained friends to this day.

"Why? What happened with your family again? Your mom threw you out? It is 8 p.m. How can she send you away at night?" Lucy asked, 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 said, sobbing at last.

"It is alright. I am at work now at the Blues Clubhouse. Can you come over to the club? It is the biggest club in town. 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 be friendly with the male clients and 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. Well, you know that you are a pretty woman, so some of the men might want to ask you out on a date," Lucy said with a soft voice, and I thought about it.

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

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

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

"Do not mention that. I am sure I am not your only friend. Anyway, I will 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 along the road, and I got a message alert of 5000.

I smiled, knowing 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 Club."

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

"Are you sure you are going to the Blues Club dressed like this?" he asked 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 is not my problem, but your bill is 1500," he said as I pulled the door and entered the back passenger seat.

"Why? Is it not 500?" I asked him, and his eyes narrowed at me.

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

"It is fine. Take me to the club," I replied, and he nodded, igniting the car before driving off to The Blues Club.