CHAPTER 3

CAROLINA'S POV:

When I arrived at the Blues Clubhouse, I saw some passersby looking at me like I'd lost my way into the club premises. The magnificent hotel towered impressively in front of me.

"Hey! Where are you going?" a tough-looking security man caught my hand before I could enter the club.

"I am here to see a friend of mine, Lucy Campbell," I said, and his eyes narrowed at me.

"There's no one with that name here. Call her on the phone, or you can wait outside until you see her!" he yelled, and I jumped back in fright.

However, I collided with someone behind me, and a magnetic voice muttered behind me, "Easy, miss! Watch your step!"

Firm hands caught my waist before I could fall to the ground after stepping on his feet and losing my balance.

His hands encircled my waist in a possessive way, and it seemed like time stood still as we gazed into each other's eyes.

"Hey, are you alright?" the man snapped out first and asked me as he steadied me on my feet and stepped away.

"Yeah, I am fine," I spluttered, as I was lost for breath a moment. I hadn't seen a handsome man like him before. He looked like a wealthy man or a billionaire drawn on a business magazine front page.

He was brown-skinned, tall, attractive, muscular, and his rich perfume scent made my tummy flutter with butterflies.

My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, as I wasn't expecting a handsome man like him to be the one catching me after the security man gave me a scare.

"That's fine," the man said before his gaze swept over my poor clothes. His brows furrowed, and he said, "Come with me."

"Me?" I asked him in surprise as he stepped aside and replied, "Yeah. I just want to have a quick conversation with you. What did you come here to do? Because you seem out of place."

Lowering my head in embarrassment, I knew that he was just showing concern as a good person. But before I could reply, my phone rang aloud, breaking the awkwardness between us.

"Excuse me, sir. My friend is calling me, and I have to answer this," I said apologetically, and he smiled. "Alright."

Quickly, I excused myself, strolling a short distance away to answer Lucy's call.

"Hello, Lucy," I said, my heart a mess, glancing behind my back to see if the handsome stranger was waiting and standing there. Unfortunately, he had gone, and I felt sad knowing that I didn't get to discuss with him.

'Maybe he has seen who he came here to spend his time with at the club,' I pondered and focused on my call.

"Where are you, Carolina? I just came out now, and I cannot seem to find you. Do you know what time it is?" Lucy shouted over the call, clearly losing her patience, and I laughed to ease my disappointed heart.

"Yeah, I know. It's 8:30 p.m. I am outside the Blues Club, and the security men refuse to let me in," I told her, and she said, "Come over now. My boss is waiting to see you."

"Alright." I rushed to the front of the club, and this time, I saw Lucy standing there elegantly like a queen. She was wearing a lovely red mini dress that exposed her thighs and cleavage, as she tapped her feet on the ground, watching me hurry over to meet her.

"Where did you go? I almost thought you weren't coming," Lucy voiced her complaint, her face frowning at me. She is a slim-figured woman, my age, and she has big breasts like me.

"This security man refused to let me in, and he says that no one is named Lucy in their club," I whispered into her ear, and she laughed.

"Yeah. You do not expect me to use my real identity in this club. We use fake names, and that's what you are going to do," Lucy said, before dragging me into the club. This time, I was not stopped by the tough-looking security man, who eyed me.

As Lucy and I entered the opulent club room, the loud music filled the air. There were several patrons, both men and women, and some strippers dancing around the pole to entertain them.

This club was lively, and this was my first time entering a luxury club, so I felt so anxious.

"Walk fast," Lucy said before leading me away. We took a turn and met her boss, who was a tall brown-skinned man in a casual black suit with short black hair. He was speaking to a man who was well-dressed in a suit and his companion, a pretty blonde woman in a stunning green dress that exposed her cleavage. Their eyes settled on us, seeing me and Lucy standing by.

"Excuse me, Mr. Karen," Lucy said, snapping her boss's attention back to her.

"Yeah, Agnes, how can I help you?" her boss asked, before moving away from the patrons he was discussing with.

However, my eyes widened in shock that Lucy's second name was Agnes.

Lucy cleared her throat and introduced me to her boss. "Sir, this is my best friend that I spoke to you about. Her name is Joy, and she is in need of a job here."

Mr. Karen looked at me from head to toe and asked, "Have you worked in a club before?"

"No, sir," I replied nervously.

"Well, do you know what your job entails? You will have to entertain my clients and not just serve them drinks. If you like, you can hook up with them, but remember to use protection," he said, and my cheeks flushed.

"Um, sir, I can interact with the clients, but I cannot sleep with anyone," I said, and Mr. Karen frowned.

However, Lucy hastily pinched my arm and said, "Mr. Karen, you do not have to worry. I will lecture Joy well, and she will do just fine."

Mr. Karen looked from me to Lucy and shrugged. "It's fine. I am counting on you, Agnes. Escort your friend to change these rags that she is wearing. I do not want her to scare my clients away."

"Okay, sir," Lucy said, before dragging me away to the elevator.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked her, and she laughed.

"To the boutique on the second floor. Don't you know that the Blues Club has a private boutique for their clients to change into? And if anyone gets any of their old clothes torn or dirty, or you spend a night here in this club's hotel and need a change of clothes," she said, and I looked at her face in surprise.

"Seriously?" I asked her, and she smiled as we entered the elevator together. "Yeah."