Chapter Three

Carolina's POV.

When I arrived at the Blues Club, many of the guests, passersby, and staff working in this large, luxurious clubhouse looked at me as if I had wandered into the wrong place.

"Hey! Where are you going?" a tough-looking security guard stopped me before I could enter the club.

"I'm here to see my friend, Lucy Campbell," I said, and the security guard eyed me suspiciously.

"There's no one by that name here. Call her or you'll have to wait outside until you see her!" he barked at me, making me jump back in fright.

However, I collided with someone behind me, and a deep voice mumbled, "Hey! Easy, miss! Watch your step!" He caught me even before I could fall to the ground after stepping on his feet and losing my balance.

His firm arms encircled my waist, and it felt like time had stopped as we gazed into each other's eyes.

"Hey, are you alright?" The man asked, steadying me back on my feet.

I was lost for a moment, as I had never seen a man as handsome as him before. He looked like a model who was printed on a magazine front cover.

"Yeah... I'm... fine," I stammered, mesmerized by his handsome brown-skinned face. He was tall, muscular, and attractive. His rich perfume scent made my stomach flutter with butterflies.

My cheeks flushed in embarrassment, as I wasn't expecting such a handsome man to be the one catching me after the security guard had scared me.

"That's fine," he said, looking at my dress. I saw his brows furrow at first, before he said, "Come with me."

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

I lowered my head, knowing he was only asking out of concern. However, before I could respond, my phone rang, and the loud ringtone of "Somebody's Son Go Love Me One Day" by Tiwa Savage resonated in the air, breaking the awkwardness between me and this handsome stranger.

"Excuse me, sir. My friend is calling me," I told him before walking away to answer the call.

"Hello, Lucy," I said, glancing back to see if the handsome stranger was still there, but he had gone. I felt sad that I didn't get to talk to him. Maybe he had seen who he came to spend time with at the club.

"Hey, Carolina. Where are you? I just came out and can't seem to find you. Do you know what time it is?" I heard Lucy shout into the call, and I laughed to ease my disappointed heart.

"Yeah, I know. It's 8:30 pm. I'm outside the club, and the security men won't 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, Lucy was standing there elegantly, like a queen. She tapped her feet on the ground as she saw me hurrying over.

"Where did you go? I almost thought you weren't coming," Lucy voiced her complaint, frowning. She was wearing a red body-con dress that perfectly revealed her slim figure, but she had big bréasts like me.

"The security man wouldn't let me in, and he said no one is named Lucy in their club," I whispered into Lucy's ear, and she laughed.

"Yeah, you don't expect me to use my real identity in this club. We use fake names, and that's what you're going to do," she told me before dragging me into the club, and this time, the security guard looked at me with a narrowed gaze but let me pass.

The loud music filled the air of the magnificent clubhouse as Lucy and I walked in. This was my first time in a club, and I felt so anxious.

"Walk fast," Lucy led me away, taking a turn, and we met her boss, who was speaking to a man and his companion.

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

"Yeah, Agnes, how can I help you?" her boss asked, finally walking away from the man and woman he had been discussing with.

Lucy excitedly introduced me to her boss, "Sir, this is my best friend I spoke to you about. Her name is Joy, and she's in need of a job as a server."

Mr. Karen looked me up and down. "Have you worked in a club before?"

"No, sir," I replied, nervous.

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

"Um, I can interact with the clients, but I can't sleep with anyone, sir," I said, and Mr. Karen frowned. However, Lucy nudge my arm and chimed in, "Mr. Karen, you don't have to worry. I'll lecture Joy well, and she'll do just fine."

Mr. Karen looked from me to Lucy and shrugged, "I'm counting on you, Agnes. Take your friend to change out of those rags. I don't want her to scare my clients away."

"Okay, sir," Lucy said, and she quickly dragged me to the elevator.

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

"To the boutique. Don't you know the Blues Club has a private boutique for their female clients to change into, if anyone gets their clothes dirty or torn, or if you spend a night here?" she said, and I looked at her face in surprise.

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

"Yeah," she replied.