Your girl? really?

l arrived at the location of the bar that she tèxted me. It was a high-end bar located in the heart of Lagos. It makes me wonder what kind of job she is talking about. My face started to dark upon thinking of what might be her work here.

This is the kind of bar where women are one of the menu items they are serving to their customers. I know the owner of this bar and I don't like that man. He once visited my father to get his service when he sexually assaulted one of his employees. Sure enough my father immediately turned him down. He doesn't work with that kind of man.

l entered the bar and I was immediately greeted by one the staffs. He led me to one of the VIP seats. I keep on looking around searching for some familiar faces. I kept on looking in the VIP tables but I was hoping that I would never see her sitting there or God knows what I will do with those bastards touching my girl.

'Your girl, Travis? Really? Good job'.

I quickly shake my head