Baby For The Impotent Billionaire

Carolina's POV.

After an unsuccessful job hunt, I returned home in the evening and found my mother, Lucy Edmond, waiting at the front door.

"Carolina, you are 26 years old, yet you have no boyfriend or job. You cannot continue to live in this house. Go back and find a job!" My mother shouted.

"Mom," I stood at outside, looking at her as she refused to let me enter.

My mother was a 48-year-old woman dressed in a blue dress and black slippers. I, on the other hand, was a 26-year-old woman wearing a faded yellow top and an old brown skirt, with a black bag on my shoulder.

"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. If your father and I had known that sending you to the university was a waste, we wouldn't have wasted our money and could 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 shouted, went back into the house, and slammed the door in my face.

I stood outside the compound, looking at the closed door.

I had graduated with a degree in business administration, but so far, I had been unable to secure a good job. The city was tough, and my job search had been unsuccessful.

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

Sighing, I turned to walk back to the road. My mother shoulders all our family responsibilities, as my father was just a passive presence. He comes home to eat and might not be seen for days.

I stood by the roadside, looking at the busy road and the different cars passing by. It was after 8 pm. I had applied to every job agency in the area.

Shutting my eyes painfully, I reached for my phone to call my best friend, Lucy Campbell. She works in a club, and I was hoping she could help me get a job to take care of my bills.

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

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

"I'm homeless. Can I come and stay with you?" 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 can't blame her. The economic situation is too difficult, and Mom is trying her best. I need to get a job. If I can find one for tonight, I don't mind," I told her, finally giving in to my tears.

"It's alright, Caro. Actually, I'm at work now. Can you come to The Blues Club? It's the biggest club in town. I'll try to speak to my boss and see if he'll hire you. But you'll have to adjust your speech to sound more like a professional, like me. That way, my boss will be more likely to employ you. You'll also need to be friendly with the male clients and be comfortable with their interactions," she said.

"Really? I'll have to do all that to get the job. Will it involve kissing or anything like that?" I asked, my heart pounding.

"No. What's wrong with you, Carolina? You'll just have to put on a friendly face, that's all. Well, you know 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 a problem with that. What matters is that I earn money. Even if it means compromising my principles, I feel like a failure right now," I told Lucy as I sobbed.

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

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

"Don't mention it. I'm sure I'm not your only friend. Anyway, I'll send the money to you. Get here quickly," Lucy gave me a final ultimatum, and she knew how I had been struggling to find a job.

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

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

The taxi driver looked me up and down.

"Are you sure you're going to the Blues Club dressed like that?" He eyed me suspiciously, and I frowned.

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

"Get in the car. That's not my problem. But your bill is 1,500," the taxi driver said.

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

"You can walk. 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 as I hopped into the car. He started the car, driving me to The Blues Club.