Ava.
I walked into Billionaire's Club, waving at Jayden who had dropped me off.
"I might come pick you up when you close." He called out and I nodded, before turning away from him, nodding at the bouncers at the entrance.
Loud music blasted off from the speakers as I entered the club, bright lights flashed around, illuminating the large room. I saw a couple of strippers gossiping at one of the small stages centered at various corners of the floor.
I nodded at them when they glanced at me and they snickered before laughing and going back to their discussion.
Seems like Aiden had hired a couple of bitches to work for him. Because everyone had an attitude problem here.
Ava.I breathed in deeply, wiping at my eyes hurriedly as I stood fearfully in front of Aiden's office. I could hear the sound of the drawer closing before I knocked slightly on the tall wooden door expecting him not to hear so I could run back to the dressing room.I would rather put up with the other girls than be here right now."Come in." Aiden's voice sounded through the door and my heart sank as I pulled open the door.His office was cold and sterile. Everything was in place and not a single thing was placed wrongly. The cold air from the ac slammed into me and I rubbed my arm.I noticed Aiden raised a brow but said nothing as I came to stand in front of his table.
Ava.The rest of the night went by a blur and I was so busy that I didn't have the time to think about every event that happened today. And for that I was glad.The ground floor seemed to be the largest and I noticed a casino at the left of the huge hall. Some men from and even a few women hung out there especially those from the 'Leech Rich' level.The music was incredibly loud down here, with my heart beating in rhythm to it, at some point I danced a little when I got incredibly close to the speakers. I noticed the DJ, a cute black guy smirking at me giving me a thumbs up.While the top floor customers were more of sitting and admiring the view, the people in the ground floor were the ones who tried to have fun. They were so much different than the last floo
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Ava.At some point when Jake talked about some programming languages. I zoned out. Not because he was boring. He was cool and brought a smile upon my face a few times.But with everything happening around and seeing Avery clinging to life, I just fell into a dark hole. A part of my life I tried hard not to remember resurfaced in my mind and I couldn't fight it off this time.I remember being sixteen, walking home, I had left Avery at school for violin practice and was having stomach cramps she had sent me home to rest.I remember the sun hitting me in the face, draining every last bit of energy I had as I walked slowly to our house down the street.Mom would be home by now, and I was almost salivating as I imagined
Ava."What?" I asked, rising to my feet in shock."Ava. Like I said, these drugs are very expensive. This money here should be around two thousand dollars, and trust me that wouldn't be enough for her treatment for a month." Potty said, coming to stand in front of me.I was paid two hundred dollars per night, I paid my rent weekly, electricity, water bills, internet, laundry, phone bills and I could barely keep up with Avery's past treatment bills.Now to make it worse, it's increased. Where the hell was I supposed to get two thousand dollars every two weeks.I slumped back on the chair, as tears filled my eyes. I didn't know what to do. I can't afford this."How'
Ava."I'm sorry." Mikhail whispered to me and I felt a tear slip down my face.Staring at those cold blue eyes that were filled with remorse for his actions and his girlfriend that day at the restaurant. His hands found my cheeks, wiping the tear off my cheeks.I shuddered at his touch, they sparked something inside me, let loose of the butterflies in my stomach so they fluttered around happily. His touch spoke of remorse, care and love and I melted into it, rubbing my cheeks against it.And when he pulled me close, my body pressed against his, head lying in his chest so I could hear the steady beat of his heart thumping in my ear. The scent of his cologne hitting my nose, his hands pressed against my back, wrapping me close, shielding me, protecting me, and loving me.&nb
Mikhail.I couldn't sleep.It wasn't because I had gone to bed very late or my past was flashing in my mind as dreams but instead Ava's teary eyes, looking up at me.I couldn't shake off the way she felt so broken, sad and humiliated. And it had all been my fault.Those teary hazel eyes looking up at me flashed across my mind and I groaned, slamming my fist in my pillow before rising from the bed.I glanced at my clock and it read past three in the morning. I was going to be up by four. I could as well just work out before then.I staggered a little, the alcohol from earlier still in my stomach and a wave of dizziness hit me stopping me in my tracks. My head
Mikhail."So right here, I'll input the business plan and the budget the company is willing to go for. Mr Jones wouldn't have any issue with the supervisors who would represent you at the site. And also Mrs Diana has sent you the revenue for project Beta so that should be out of the-""Are you sure this is the right place?" I cut off Zazh who was working on the reports I didn't do. He glanced at me curiously and then at the window to overlook the outskirts of the city we drove into.The roads were bad and the shops were run down. Paintings peeled off buildings and they appeared like uncompleted ones, but because of the curtains in windows I knew people lived there.The streets were crooked with bumps we fell into, it was littered with dirt and I looked away from the disgu