Novel & Cerita The Club Can't Handle Me Right Now

“I’m sorry, sir, but our club is full tonight,” I heard Ambrosia say in a loud and firm voice. “Your club isn’t even half full. Are you really going to turn away a paying customer?” a deep voice asked her. Both of their voices were raised, so it was possible to hear them even with the loud music.

What’s wrong with him! “You’re the stupid here Erille, you just fucking look on where you’re about to step this won’t happen to you! If you’re not stupid you won’t have this sprain!” he hazes at me with a heavy breath, I grab my heels and show them to him. “DO YOU SEE THIS! THIS IS FUCKING 6 INCHES HIGH! WHAT DO YOU EXPECT FROM ME, THE CLUB IS DARK AND I’M WEARING THIS IT’S NORMAL FOR ME TO HAVE MISTAKES AND FALL!! DO YOU GET THAT, OR DO YOU WANT ME TO THROW THIS TO YOUR STUPID HEAD, SO YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND!!!” I said, it’s not my fault that the club was dark, and I can have mistaken in my life like this. Performing was tiring.

“He won’t just do that. He won’t ignore me like that.” “Well,” Mr. Kane said, his voice cutting and cold, “he is ignoring you now.” I felt my knees weaken. My chest tightened as I clutched the front of my shirt, struggling to breathe. The room felt smaller, spinning even though I wasn’t moving. Mr. Kane’s voice came again, steady, final. “You’ve been banned from the club. You’re not part of it anymore.” It was like someone ripped the floor out from under me. I couldn’t even speak. My mouth opened, but no sound came out. My heart ached in a way that words couldn’t reach.

I mean, I come here frequently, and I have no other obligations—wait a minute! A chill travels down my spine when the Aid-Club pops into my brain. Damn, that place is haunting my soul! Even when I'm far away from it, it finds a way to ruin my life. I sigh in despair, "..I think, I'm might not be able to join the group.."

I wanted something of my own, something that didn't tie me to the family wealth or make me have to eventually rely on my father's money. The club started running five months ago but for some reason, the feedback on the popularity and customers has been bad. Matteo, who I left in charge kept reassuring me it's normal since the club is still new but I know it's not that. They are not managing the business properly but now that I am back, I will be making a few adjustments. They probably won't like it seeing that I haven't told Matteo I am back for good but it is my business after all.

“Go to one of our clubs. Find someone who wants it rough, let off some steam, and move on. You’re not going to get anywhere by bottling this up.” I hate that he makes sense. I hate that a part of me is actually considering it. But most of all, I hate that I know he’s right. “Fine,” I mutter, standing up. “But if this doesn’t work, I’m coming back here to strangle you.” He grins, raising his glass in a mock toast. “I’ll take my chances. Have fun.” *** The club is loud, dark, and packed, the bass of the music vibrating through my chest as I step inside. The place reeks of sweat, alcohol, and desperation, and normally, that would annoy me. But tonight, it’s exactly what I need.

I shook my head quickly. "Why?" he asked. "I don't have a friend, except Miss Pim, my manager in the club." I turned away after I said that. I can invite my colleagues but I also don't know if they can come. “But if it’s okay for you to have my colleagues in the club?” I'm embarrassed to ask this question. I don’t want people to criticize them.

Why do you always think when something goes wrong it's me? We get to the club and it is packed. We had to clear out VIP for a private function tonight. Some rich daddy's girl has her birthday today and has conveniently taking our and the other VIP as her playground tonight. But I will not been thrown out my chair as easily as that. I am crashing the party and will sit where I sit every night. Dominic ~”You fucking crazy man.” Trayton ~”It's my fucking club. If I want sit in my chair I will sit in my chair.”

I need to get her out of my system before I go absolutely insane. Turner opens the back door for me, offering me a smile and I smile back, retrieving my phone from my pants pocket. I open my suit jacket button, and step inside the car. I scroll through my emails trying to sort out the problem with staff for the new club I will be opening. The worst part about having a club is managing it. People think just because it’s alcohol, music, and fun, it’s easy, but fuck me, it isn’t.

Ceen I have only one place in mind and that is the club, I'm going to ask about the only man that has ever wanted me in this life, call it crazy or whatever but that's how I think I needed that closure cause right now my head is spinning from all the rejections in life I literally feel like I might go berserk. Just when I thought I had Killian Romero he ended up slipping through my finger, I fucking hate myself right now, I can't even look in the mirror without thinking maybe something is wrong with me, how can I strip naked before a man and he still walked away, I know he said it's my punishment but it's not, he simply did not like what he saw, fuck I'm so pitiful. I blinked back my tears a