The Club Can't Handle Me Right Now Novels & Stories

I have never in my life felt this urge to struggle someone as I am feeling right now staring into his stupid face. "Of course it's doing great,you know why? Because I managed it ,because you do nothing. I do the orders,I do the books, I plan the shifts,give paychecks. Pay the bills. You just come to our club and play BOSS." "My club." Whaaattt? "I'm sorry, what?" I started walking towards him.

Even when you loose a game, just make sure to dress like the winner, as confident and sexy as ever, only then you can get in the nerves of your opponent, and that was exactly what I did. "Damn! To be honest I'm really going to miss what we used to have. You really did make me feel like a man and you still look like you can still do more" he said as he bit his mouth harder. "But you seriously don't know how to be grateful do you? You've been gone for like how long without a word. I took the liberty of looking after the company, I've been busy doing everything I can to make sure we don't sink because of your unprofessionalism." He scorned. He gave me a warning look.

I can't handle my mom going off the rails. Not tonight.

“HAHA…don’t worry my junior! Although it’s pity that you're not joining my club right now but I still have a chance. If you want to know what other clubs are there, you don’t need to worry because our academy will hold a club recruitment day soon!” Patting on Vincent’s back, Lucas went to shower. ‘Although, this senior is very loud and enthusiastic with his unrealistic strength he had good intentions for everyone.’ Vincent grimaced in pain thinking if there is any palm prints on his back.

She didn’t look at him right away. “So… restructuring,” she said. “That’s what they’re calling it now. I know what it really means. They’ll cut us. Maybe not all at once, but piece by piece.” Leo took her hands in his. “I’m not leaving.” She turned to him, eyes wet. “Leo, you should. This club’s a mess. You could go anywhere.” “I don’t care,” he said firmly. “I’m not running from this. I’ll use every ounce of leverage I have. I’ll fight for your team. For the club. For what's right.”

was all Stacy was able to say. “No, sorry, that isn’t possible tonight. The club is packed. We must turn people away at the moment because we are almost over our limit, so maybe another night. Dimitri, if you want, why not share the table with her for a little while longer? That is, if she isn’t in a hurry to leave.” Majesta suggested hoping they would take it.

“By storming in with your warriors and destroying everything in your path? That’s what got us into this mess in the first place!” Ryker flinched, his jaw tightening. “I’m trying to help you,” he said. “Whether you believe it or not.” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I don’t need your help, Ryker. I can handle this.” “Can you?” he asked, stepping closer. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re trying to do everything on your own, and it’s tearing you apart.” His words hit a nerve, and for a moment, I couldn’t speak. He was right—I was exhausted, stretched thin by the constant stress of running the club and fending off threats. But I wasn’t ready to admit it.

Raising a brow, I deliberately mocked, "Are you not my sister-in-law? Why are you suddenly concerned about me? If you think about it, our current relationship is pretty scandalous by society's standards. "With how you're so busy these days with taking care of Timothy, when will you start caring about the company for once?"

It was her responsibility to make sure they were all settled properly. “That would be good. I don’t know how many we can accept. I’m just trying to find out where our resources are right now. Please understand, I’m trying on this end, but there’s so much. I need staff here. Cal has our den mother managing the club and trying to help me, but she can’t keep that up and maintain her sanity. I don’t have an assistant. All my inventory lists are out of the day.”

"The deed has already been done. You cannot undo things at this point, so we have to forge ahead and move forward. Dwelling on it won't change anything. The club is losing money, and you're losing money too, so I suggest you put all of this behind you and return to your stage. Let bygones be bygones. That's just good business sense." I chuckled when she said those words, but there was no humour in it, just sharp, bitter amusement. I leaned even closer this time, invading her personal space until we were too close for comfort, close enough to feel her breath quicken and make her feel mine, hot with anger and defiance. Close enough to see the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, the first crack