Chapter 2

Chapter Two 

Aphrodite 

“I’m Knox. We met on the day of your interview.” He answered, but I felt there was more to it, but I shrugged it off. I couldn’t remember meeting a man named Knox on my interview day, probably, I’ve forgotten. 

“Oh! Nice to meet you. Although I can’t remember meeting you, but it’s fine. You work here?” I asked. 

I could see Phoebe from the corner of my eyes face palming her face at the stupidity of my question, and I couldn’t help the blush that covered my entire face. 

“I..don’t mind my question, obviously you work here.” I rambled, biting my lips nervously. It was a thing I had always done if I was embarrassed, or nervous. He stared at me before chuckling deeply. 

"It's okay, I was just stopping by to say hi," he said with a grin. "I can tell you guys are busy, but could I get your contact info?" He asked without missing a beat.

I could practically hear Phoebe swooning next to me. She had always had a soft spot for men who were assertive and knew what they wanted. "Of course!" I said, giving him my contact, my hands trembling ever so slightly.

"It was nice chatting with you both," he said, before heading out the door. I turned to Phoebe, ready for her to gush about how charming and handsome he was, but before she could say a word, I put up my hand.

"No, no. Don't you dare," I said with a grin. "I don't want to hear a word of what you were going to say."

She put her hands up in mock surrender and mock zipped her lips. We both burst into laughter and made our way to her car. As we drove off, my thought couldn’t help but drift off to Knox.

Once we were home, we each took turns showering and getting ready for the club. As I stood in front of the mirror, Phoebe began applying my makeup. "I don't want much makeup," I said. "Just some lip gloss, and a little mascara." I didn't feel like getting dressed yet, so the towel around my body felt loose and secure at the same time.

"For goodness' sake, who goes to a club with just lip gloss and mascara?" she said, exasperated. "Okay, let's do this. I'll give you a natural-looking makeup look, with a little bit of coverage, but nothing too heavy," she said, picking up her Victoria's Secret makeup brush.

"Alright," I said, taking a seat in front of the vanity mirror. I watched as she began working her magic. Within minutes, she was done. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and couldn't help but let out a little gasp. 

My dark brown eyes peered back at me. My lips were glossy and felt full, coated in a soft pink lipstick. My lashes were long and my brows were perfectly shaped. It was a natural, effortless look, and I couldn't help but feel more beautiful than ever. People had been staring at me since I was a kid, asking if I was real or an angel sent from heaven. I never understood why they said that - to me, I was just a normal person, nothing special. But now, looking at myself in the mirror, I understood what they had meant.

"This is amazing. Thank you so much!" I said, giving her a quick hug.

"It's no problem," she replied with a smile. "If I were a man, I'd make you mine in a heartbeat," she teased. "Now, go get dressed." She gave my butt a quick pat before handing me a white sexy dress.

I slipped the dress over my head, and the soft fabric slid down my body, hugging my curves. The low neckline showed a hint of cleavage, while the back of the dress was completely exposed. The hemline was just above my knees, and the whole dress felt more revealing than anything I'd ever worn before.

"I can't wear this!" I exclaimed. "I'm not looking for a one night stand. I just want to go out and have a good time."

Phoebe raised an eyebrow at me. "Trust me, it’s not revealing at all, now stop complaining, and let me get dressed. I sighed at her, before giving up. I wore the strapped black heels she gave to me, and it lifted up my small frame a little. Soon, she was done and I couldn’t help but thank goodness for the clothes she gave me. Phoebe’s dress left nothing to imagination, and I stared at her baffled. 

"Come on, let's get going," she said, grabbing her purse. We left the apartment, and I followed behind her, carrying my bag. She had called Bianca to let her know we were on our way, and she said they would be waiting for us at the club.

As we walked to her car, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous. I was used to dressing modestly, and Phoebe's outfit made me feel a bit self-conscious. But I pushed the feeling down, and tried to focus on having a good time.

We got into the car, and I put on some music. As we sang along to the songs, I felt myself relax. The club was only a few minutes away, and soon we were pulling into the parking lot. I gasped as I took in the view. It looked more like a five-star hotel than a club. The building was large and grand, with an elegant facade that made it look more like a palace than a nightspot.

I turned to Phoebe, who was also staring at the building in awe. "Wow," she said, sounding a bit breathless. "This place is incredible."

"Are you sure this is the right place?" I asked, as we got out of the car.

Phoebe laughed. "Of course it is! I know it looks like a palace, but trust me, this is the right place." She gave me a conspiratorial wink. "I heard the owner is from Italy, and he's incredibly wealthy. He built this place as a personal playground."

We approached the entrance, and were stopped by two massive bouncers. They checked our IDs and then waved us through. I felt a rush of adrenaline as we entered the club, my heart racing with excitement.

The interior was even more stunning than the exterior. The walls were covered in mirrors, making the space feel enormous. There were VIP sections with plush couches and private booths, and the dance floor was packed with people moving to the beat of the music. It was like stepping into another world. I noticed that even though the music was blaring, I couldn't hear it from outside the club. The walls must have been soundproofed, which explained why the club never bothered the neighbors.

"Alright, let's party!" Phoebe said with a grin, grabbing my hand along with her.