All Chapters of CLUBROOMs DIARY: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CHAD  May 10th 2018 “Goddamn those mother fucking crutch munching cowboys!” I yell as I barge through the doors of the club.  I fucking told Maddie they wouldn't let my beat-up face in the strip clubs.  “Tell them you're an MMA fighter.” She said. I did, and the doorman had the nerve to stand there and laugh at me with a death wish hanging off the tail of his crooked nose.  “Mate, have you seen yourself?” He chuckled as people flowed through the doors looking at me.  “Yeah, I'm the underdog,” I smirked, trying to sound tough. “Yeah, No one's going to believe the bullshit that just came out of your mouth, Chad.”    “What the fuck you mean by BELIEVE?”    I felt offended!     I just wanted to get myself some cheap pussy.    I head towards the bar desperately in need of some hard amber liquor as

LAYLAMAY 10TH 2018I was reluctant to show up to work today. I woke up this morning in a pool of my sweat as my body shook uncontrollably while I sobbed. I had a night terror about Ryder last night. I couldn't work out why, why all of a sudden did he appear in my dreams?Did it have something to do with the first anniversary of him blowing his head off or was it the fact that I was fucking his brother?Either way, it sounds like he's decided to cash in his soul with the devil and take it upon himself to haunt my ass. But, I'll tell you this and I'll say it just this once because I'll never admit it again.....  It shook me to the core. It felt so fucking real I ugly cried for sixty minutes straight. I didn't even cry that long when we buried him. I got up and checked under my bed and my damn closet in case he took on the form of the boogyman. I had to have a little laugh at myself because even I knew I looked fucking r

LISA May 10th 2018 I watched as Layla rushed off towards her car looking like she wanted to murder the crap out of me.  Not that I could blame her.....  Now I have to find Chad and let him know that she won't be back at work for a few days. He's gonna be fucked off and I'm usually the one he likes to use as his verbal punching bag. This time around I probably deserves it. Doesn't make it right on his behalf though, does it? I just had to go ahead and open my big fucking mouth and tell Layla how I felt about Jimmy. It got me thinking yesterday when I saw him leave her room and I asked him if he was going to become a 'Layla Regular'. I joked about it and said...  "You're a sick fuck, Jimmy. Even I wouldn't step that low and sleep with my brother's wife if he died." I snickered at his brazen activities.  He didn't say anything. Instead, he furrowed his brows and stormed out of the club banging his head

MALAYINA May 11th 2018    I sit outside of the club waiting for Amar to show up. In my hands, I have my contract and auction account details as he had requested. For the life of me, I tried to go over the contract myself last night as I was trying to see what Amar will discover when he goes over it with a fine comb. I only felt incompetent afterwards and I had to laugh at myself wondering what the fuck I was planning on finding. But... I will have you know that I have gained an inkling of respect for the Greek God himself. Who suspiciously is trying to get me out of this mess that I landed myself in. I was too quick to jump at the opportunity when it arose. I was too busy trying to think of ways to pay him back not realising I was putting myself in a dangerous predicament.  I see his SUV rolling up and I stand waiting for him to exit.  "Mikros." He says deeply as he scowls at me.  "It is too col

CHAD May 11th 2018  I walk out of the bar with a little more knowledge as to why Amar has been coming into the club for the past couple of days. Who knew our little Mal wasn't so fucking innocent after all.  I'd love to know what kind of spell she's put on the poor bastard. I've seen the way he looks at her recently. At first,  I thought he just wanted to break her in and thrash that sweet little virgin pussy she has to offer. Now..... I see him becoming relatively protective of her. His nostrils flare whenever I talk about her. Like her name rolling off the tip of my tongue is going to secretly caress her lady bits. It's the typical cliched shit you'd only read about in the Mafia Romance books that every chick has stashed under her pillow. Discreetly reading the soft porn content to help get herself off. While she flicks her bean.  You'll never find someone writing shit about