The club lady

James’ POV

My cell phone rang, and without a second thought, I grabbed it and answered. The moment I heard her voice, my heart skipped a beat. It was Mia. The girl I had been waiting on the whole day, the girl whose call I had been hoping for since the moment I dropped her off this morning. And now, here she was, finally on the line. I couldn’t hide the joy in my voice, and I was sure she picked up on that too. Her calling me confirmed what I already suspected, she was interested, even if just a little. Now that I had her number saved, everything would go according to plan.

I would make her mine.

Eventually.

But I knew I had to be smart about it. She wasn’t like the others, the club girls who were loud, bold, and ready to jump into bed for the right price. Mia had a certain purity in her eyes, a soft glow in her voice. She looked like she had been sheltered, maybe even innocent. I needed to take it slow with her, at least at first. Let her trust me. Let her believe in me. Then… I’d have her.

As I was lost in thoughts of Mia, a voice brought me back to reality.

“Hey handsome, did you like the service I offered?” asked the woman I had picked from the club earlier today.

Right. Her.

For a moment, I had completely forgotten she was still here with me. The moment Mia called, it was like every other woman in the world disappeared. My mind was entirely consumed by her. I could still picture Mia’s beautiful, innocent face. I craved her deeply, not just physically, but with an obsession I couldn’t even explain. I wanted her with me right now, lying next to me. The woman who was actually in my bed now? She didn’t matter anymore. She had already faded into the background.

Still, I turned to her and smiled politely. “Yeah, I did. You’re so good and sweet. I’m totally satisfied.”

It was a lie, smooth and effortless. She smiled, pleased with herself, but inside, I felt nothing. Because the truth was, the only one who could truly satisfy me now was Mia.

“So what now? Will you take me back to the club?” she asked casually.

She was right to ask. That was our arrangement, she’d spend the entire day with me, and once the evening came, I’d take her back. I glanced at the clock. Almost 7:00 p.m. Time had flown, and I hadn’t even noticed. That’s how distracted I had been by thoughts of Mia.

“Sure, I’ll take you. Let me freshen up first,” I said, getting up from my comfortable bed.

“Okay, but please hurry,” she said, clearly impatient. “I have clients waiting for me, you know.”

That’s when it hit me again. This was her work, her way of making money. After me, she’d be with another man. And after him, another. It was a continuous cycle for her. “Easy money, but tough work,” I muttered to myself. How did she even manage it? How could a person let themselves be with multiple strangers in a day for cash? It baffled me.

Still, I had no judgment. I had played my part. Now it was time to take her back to where she belonged, the club.

I freshened up quickly. Ten minutes later, we were out of the house. She slid into the passenger seat of my luxury car without saying much. The ride was silent, and I didn’t mind. I just wanted to be alone again, alone with my thoughts of Mia.

When we arrived at the club, I reached into my pocket and handed her a bundle of cash. I always paid generously, it kept things smooth.

“This is your money. Count it, just to be certain,” I said, handing it over.

She flipped through the notes, a pleased smile spreading across her face. “Yeah, it’s more than enough. Just like we agreed. If you ever need me again, you know where to find me,” she said with a wink.

These types of women were always the same, greedy, predictable, and easy to handle. Give them money, and they gave you anything you wanted. No complaints, no expectations. And when you were done with them, you simply moved on.

“It’s okay,” I told her. “If I ever need you again, I’ll just come over here.”

But the truth?

There was no way I’d ever see her again.

I never went back to the same girl twice. Ever. Once I’d had my taste, I was done. Repeating the same thing was boring, exhausting, even. I needed something fresh every time. New experiences. New faces. I had the money to make that possible, so why settle?

Tonight, though, I felt drained. The day had been long. The woman I’d been with today had done her job well, but it still wasn’t enough. No matter how good she was, my body and mind remained unsatisfied. Because now, there was only one person who could satisfy me.

Mia.

She was different. She was fresh. Real.

And I wanted her, badly.

But I couldn’t rush it. I had to be patient, clever. With my charm and my wealth, I was confident that one day, she would be mine. And when that day came, I wouldn’t waste a single second. I would savour every moment with her. Use every minute wisely.

Because Mia wasn’t just another girl.

She was the challenge I had been waiting for.

And I never walked away from a challenge.