LOGINEmily worked part-time in the most elite bar in the city.
They called it, The Octagon.
This was the only work that she could have in the evening since she was too busy at school in the morning.
After her day classes, she changed her clothes from her school uniform to her club attendant uniform.
She changed to a black mini-short dress paired with a red scarf tied neatly around her white long neck.
She had a small rectangular gold-plated nameplate attached to the left side of her mini dress.
Her name was written in bold and big letters along with a few small ordinary letters.
[I’m EMILY at your service.]
Her hair was neatly formed into a bun.
She also wore a black net stocking and black high heels.
The mini dress perfectly embraced her curves.
Her makeup was not too thick nor too little.
Red lipstick is a must!
She needed to be always presentable and have a good rapport with the customers.
Those were the golden rules in her kind of work!
The club she was working was the most high-end in the city and only the elite members of the city could enter the club.
It was located on the highest rooftop of the V International Hotel in the heart of the city.
It had the most amazing city view at night made with floor-to-ceiling glass walls.
It offered VIP private rooms for different special functions.
Also, it has a huge dance floor in the middle where people who want to have fun could be free.
All VIP rooms have visible access to the dance floor through a glass wall.
It was a decent club and Emily’s work is primarily inside the VIP rooms.
Emily and her partnered attendant would serve in any assigned room for the night.
Then, using her earpiece, she would transmit all the orders, and waiters would take them in.
After, Emily and her partner would start to pour liquor into their glasses, serve food to their plates, or prepare the billiard table for a round game or the dart or any board games.
They would do decent errands too except for the indecent proposal which is very rampant in this kind of job.
In some confidential cases, some guests will let them wait outside and some, they let them stay inside standing like a statue in the corner doing nothing.
For some guests, they were like beautiful wall decorations!
All attendants there were of high quality to be employed in this high-end club.
Emily was just so lucky that she was a natural head-turner.
Her face was angelic.
Her eyes were the purest.
The lips were cherry red even without lipsticks.
Effortlessly, they looked so kissable and sweet.
Her skin was flawless like porcelain.
Her tall nose accentuates her innocent face yet sophisticated without her doing something.
Her body was naturally proportioned perfectly.
With rounded ass, long legs, healthy breasts, and a slender waist fully complimented each other.
No one could say NO to her in this kind of job nor she didn't need to answer the long interview and undergo multiple screenings.
In just one look at her, the manager exclaimed quickly, "You're hired!"
But as the saying goes, you can't have everything!
Emily had no family...
No home...
Afraid of the future...
She had a struggling life.
She needed to work and maintain her high grades at school at the same time.
But still, she was lucky to be accepted into the most prestigious school in the city.
With full determination, she passed the screening test and became one of the scholars of the school.
She could not let her mother down.
Her goal is to find a good job with a high-paying salary so she can finally face her shameless father and oust the wicked strangers living in her house.
She wanted to see in the eyes of her father what he lost for choosing those strangers over her.
5 more months…
Another 5 months and she would graduate from a prestigious school.
Emily could not wait any longer.
She could already see herself on a stage wearing her graduation gown.
If only she could fast-track the time!
However, she needed to wait patiently.
She had survived the last 5 years sustaining herself, she believed she was very near to her goal.
Patience is a virtue...
Perseverance will bear the fruit she longed to obtain...
'Focus Emily...'
'Focus...'
Those were her pearls of wisdom that kept repeating in her mind whenever loneliness and despair hit her.
"You have to come back and sign the documents to sell this fucking house! Otherwise..." Emily was quickly snapped back to her senses by her father’s impatient voice.
He screamed angrily like he wanted to murder her through his loud voice.
"Otherwise, what?!"Emily refuted hatefully. “I am already an adult dad and I know my rights. I will not sell my grandma’s house!” She could not hold herself to disrespecting his shameless father because, for a long time, she was held hostage by her father using her mom.
Now, what else he could do?
Who else he could use to blackmail her?
“Huh… I can see that you are acting high and mighty now, huh? Who do you think you are?!” His father’s voice was mocking.
Emily clenched her fists too tight and gritted her teeth.
After 5 long years, her father didn’t change even a single bit.
He was still the pathetic father she hated the most.
“I am the daughter of your deceased wife.” She answered out of despair along with her silent tears uncontrollably falling.
For a while, her dad was silent.
“Emi…” Then he called her with a sentimental tone.
She was just a kid when her father used to call her that way.
Her father’s voice used to melt her heart whenever he called her that way but at the moment, Emily felt nothing but disgust. “Come home, Emi. Let’s talk calmly. Okay? I miss you.” Her dad continued using the same tone.
“I can’t! My home was a long time gone when Mom died.” Emily answered and sobbed in silence.
The house was under Emily's name signed by her late grandmother and was attested and notarized in her will.
It seemed that her grandmother had foreseen that this would happen in the future.
When her grandmother was alive, she never liked the husband of her daughter and that was Emily's father.
To make sure that Emily would not be left penniless and homeless, her loving grandma intentionally put the house under Emily's name.
Now, her father was angrily barking at her because they could not sell the house whenever he wanted.
Emily would never sell it!
"It’s because of your mother’s illness that my money drained. So, you must cooperate! I'm your father and I have the final say! Emily, you became so disrespectful that heaven will punish you and put you in hell! I am not asking you now! As your father, you should obey me and I say we sell the house! Do you understand?!" Shortly, the sweet tone became a hateful scream again brassier over the phone.
He was like going to have a heart attack.
Obviously, his dad could not hold pretending to be sentimental when he was not.
She expected it anyway.
"Correction Dad, It's my mom's money." Clenching her fists too tight, Emily replied trembling in anger.
She was not afraid of him anymore.
She knew that no words from her father were true.
Out of guilt, her mother’s physician told her everything.
Her father requested to stop her mother’s treatment for the reason that he could not sustain the expenses anymore.
Emily knew that was a lame excuse from her father.
Her mom's company was doing great at that time.
Her father just didn't want to waste a single penny for her sick mother because he wanted to give a lavish lifestyle to Claudette and Nichole.
But then... he was shamelessly using her mom's fortune!
When she was about to hang up, her father's raging voice came in quickly, “I will find you and I will make sure you will sign those fucking documents! I will punish you! You ungrateful child!” He roared furiously like it could break Emily’s ear canal.
"Over my dead body!!!" Just thinking how her mom and she went through hardships because of them, she could not control her rage as she replied growling.
Emily didn’t waste a single second and put an end to her father’s call.
Her eyeballs shivered and became moist while her lips were shaking silently.
She could not believe how his father had become so shameless like this.
Her father’s shouting seemed to stay around the corners.
In the dark surroundings, Emily could still hear his fuming voice.
“I will find you!”
“I will make sure you sign the documents!”
“I will punish you for being an ungrateful child!”
Frightened, Emily quickly covered her ears with her palms as she ducked a little.
Then shivered tremendously.
She didn’t want to hear his father’s abusive words again.
Not anymore….
Just when her phone, chimed and vibrated in her pocket.
She thought it was her shameless father again using another means to contact her.
Irately, she got her phone and planned to block his number.
With that, he could not disturb her anymore but…
It was not her father.
Shockingly, it was him. …
The perverted man is him…
Her Charles Adam!
Emily stepped out of the university gates, her bag slung over one shoulder, her steps slow and heavy. The sun was beginning to dip behind the buildings, casting long shadows across the pavement.A sleek black car pulled up beside her, its windows tinted, its engine purring.The back seat window rolled down.“Emily! Get in!” Nancy’s voice rang out, cheerful and commanding.Emily blinked. Nancy was no longer in a gown but dressed in a crisp white blazer over a silk blouse, her hair pinned back in a chic twist. She looked like she had stepped out of a fashion editorial.Before Emily could protest, the driver had already stepped out and opened the door for her.She hesitated at first but slid in.Charles.He was seated at the back of the car with Nancy, dressed in a dark button-down, sleeves rolled up, his watch catching the light. His gaze met hers—deep, unreadable—but he said nothing.Neither did she.She quickly looked away and sat down, folding her hands in her lap as the door shut an
Charles sat alone in his room, the lights dimmed low, the silence pressing in like a second skin. The door was locked. The world outside—Nancy was sleeping in the guest room.In his hand was a glass of whiskey, half-melted ice clinking softly as he swirled it. He hadn’t touched it in minutes.His mind was elsewhere.With her.Emily.He saw her expression when Nancy appeared—how her smile faltered, how her body stiffened, how her eyes, wide and unguarded, filled with something that twisted his chest.She had looked… lost.No. Worse.She had looked betrayed.He brought the glass to his lips but didn’t drink. His jaw clenched. His fingers tightened around the crystal.He had kissed her.He had kissed her like he meant it.Because he did.Charles leaned back in his chair, exhaling sharply through his nose. His head tilted back, eyes closed, and the memory came rushing in like a wave he couldn’t stop.Her smile. Her mesmerizing eyes.Her warm skin.The way her lips trembled just before he
The drive back to the Adam estate was quiet, but not the kind of silence that weighed. It was the kind that lingered after laughter, after kisses, after something real had been shared. Emily leaned her head against the window, her fingers still tingling from where they’d laced with Charles’s in the water. Her lips still burned from his kiss.Charles glanced at her now and then, a soft smile tugging at his mouth. He looked different. Lighter. Like something inside him had finally exhaled.The sky was deep indigo by the time Charles and Emily returned to the Adam estate. The long driveway was bathed in soft golden light from the mansion’s sconces, and the air was cool, still carrying the scent of pine and distant rain.They stepped out of the car together, still in their matching couple shirts, still smiling like they had just returned from a secret honeymoon. Emily’s cheeks were flushed from the wind, her heart still warm from the waterfall, from his kiss, from the way he had looked at
The first light of dawn crept gently through the thin curtains, casting a soft, golden hue across the small room. Dust motes danced lazily in the air, and the ceiling fan spun in slow, sleepy circles above them.Emily stirred first.Her lashes fluttered open, and for a moment, she didn’t remember where she was. The bed beneath her was too firm, the sheets too plain, the air too still. But then she felt it—the steady rise and fall of a chest beneath her cheek. The warmth of an arm wrapped around her waist. The familiar scent of him—clean, faintly woodsy, and unmistakably Charles.She blinked slowly.Her hand was still in his.Their fingers were still laced, even in sleep.She tilted her head slightly and found herself tucked perfectly into the crook of his shoulder, her body curved into his like they had always belonged there. His other arm was draped protectively around her, his grip loose but present, like even in sleep, he didn’t want to let go.Charles was still asleep.His face wa
The sky had deepened into a velvet navy by the time Charles and Emily were back on the road. The windows were down, letting in the cool night air, and the stars blinked faintly above them. The beach still clung to their skin—salt in their hair, sand between their toes—but neither of them seemed to mind.Emily leaned her head against the window, her eyes half-closed, a soft smile still playing on her lips. Charles glanced at her now and then, his hand steady on the wheel, the silence between them warm and full.Then—Thump.Thump-thump-thump.The car jolted slightly.Charles’s brows furrowed. He slowed down, pulled to the side of the road, and stepped out to check.Emily sat up straighter. “What happened?”He returned a moment later, brushing his hands on his jeans. “Flat tire.”She blinked. “You don’t have a spare?”“I do,” he said, glancing down the dark road. “But I’m not changing it in the middle of nowhere at night. Not with you here. It’s not safe.”Of course, she understood what
Emily stood barefoot beside the car, the warm sand curling between her toes. The salty breeze tousled her hair as she looked out at the endless blue, her eyes wide with wonder. She inhaled deeply, the scent of the ocean wrapping around her like a memory.Then she turned to Charles.He stood there, hands in his pockets, watching her with that unreadable expression—half amusement, half something deeper.Without warning, Emily stepped closer.So close that their shoulders brushed.And then—on her toes—she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.A whisper of warmth.A spark.Before he could react, she was already pulling away, her eyes gleaming with mischief.“Yeahhh!” she shouted, throwing her hands in the air like a child set free.She ran toward the water, her laughter echoing across the shore, her hair flying behind her like a banner of joy. The hem of her dress fluttered around her knees as she splashed into the shallows, spinning once, arms wide, face tilted to the sun.Char







