HER POV

       I feel a throbbing pain spread across my head. The flavor of last night's piña colada still lingers in my mouth along with a saltier taste. I let my eyes adjust to the brightness and slowly perk myself up. I freeze when I hear light snoring. All the memories from last night come rushing back and my cheeks flush a deep red. I slowly turn around to my sleeping one-night stand and find him with his face buried into his pillow.

"Ugh, not again," I face-palm myself with annoyance.

I carefully slip out of the bed and tiptoe across the room collecting my belongings. The bills that were tucked in my bra last night are now scattered around the wooden floor. I groan as my annoyance grows. I slide into my dress and boots before placing the money back into my bra.

       I walk over to the double-doors and peak my head outside. There is no dogs or guards this time which makes my escape all the more easier. I quietly close the door behind me and run out of the apartment. I feel my heart beating fast as I constantly look back to make sure no one followed me. The chilly fall wind greets me as I exit the apartment building.

"Taxi," I call out as I spot a yellow cab. Despite my hand waving frantically the car zooms past me and I frown. "Asshole!"

       I try once more and finally one of the many passing cabs pulls up in front of me. I open the door and slide into the vehicle.

       The driver stares at me through the rear-view mirror and smirks. "Where to pretty lady?"

"Antonio's St—Bar," I say hesitantly.

The driver raises a brow. "Someone as angelic as you should not be going to those places."

I roll my eyes as he begins to wear my patience thin. "I didn't ask, did I?" I snap and this seems to shut him up.

"Bitch," he mumbles, but I just brush off his comment.

I rest my head against the cold window. Disappointment overwhelms me and I brush my hand through hair in a frustrated manner. I promised myself I would not slip ever again and yet here I am, running away from another one-night stand.

       I graze my thumb over my lip as the memories resurface. I bit down the inside of cheek, trying to hold down my hormones and electrifying feeling Brian's touch gave me. As I think back to last night, the center between my legs begins to ache.

       "You're so fucking beautiful," Brian breathes out as his kisses travel to the crook of my neck, a loud moan escaping my lips.

"Brian," I gasp as I feel his fingers graze over my black panties. The ache in my center grows as he moves the lace to the side and his touch is now on my skin.

       "Oh my," Brian lets out a satisfied groan as he realizes how ready I am for him. He wastes no time and picks me up in a swift move. Gently placing me in the bed at the center of the room.

       Our hunger for each other grows every passing second. Little by little our garments begin to disappear until we are both embracing one another naked. His body molding with mine as his hands run down my curves. A loud moan fills the room as I feel him fill me up.

       "B-Brian," my breathing become shaky as my hips move to the same rhythm as his. I can feel my cheeks heat up as our sweaty bodies grin against each other. I wrap my legs around him, pushing him further inside me as I feel myself getting closer and closer to the peak. "Oh, yes. Yes!"

       I dig my nails into the back of his neck as he joins me in the satisfying release. He leans down and kisses me, gently tugging on my bottom lip and his arms holding me close.

"We are here," the driver announces and I snap back to reality. My cheeks had become warm from the naughty thoughts.

"Here," I hand the driver the exact change after checking the meter. I step out of the vehicle and heave a sigh.

       I step into the tall rotting building. I let my feet carry me toward the entrance door. Bernard, the head security guard greets me with his usual warm smile.

       "How mad is he?" I raise an eyebrow.

       Bernard purses his lips together before letting out a low whistle. "You may want to find another place to stay tonight."

       "That bad, huh?" I pour and Bernard nods with a sympathetic look. "Alright," I sigh as I motion him to open the door. "Let's get it over with."

       Bernard unlocks the doors which will be open to the public soon and I walk inside. The low melody of Summertime Sadness plays through the speaker as one of my workmates rehearses her piece, twirling and dancing around the steel pole centered on the stage.

       "Where the fuck have you been?" My eyes close as I try to remain calm upon hearing the annoying voice of Giselle, the boss' daughter.

"Giselle, would you please stop yelling," Antonio, the owner of the club orders. His walk is sluggish as he sways side to side with every step. The effects of the liquor in his hands seem to have in a much lighter mood than he would have been if he was sober. "Sandra, go get changed before our guests arrive."

"It's Samantha," I correct but he dismisses me with a swat of his hand. I roll my eyes and do as told.

       "Father, she arrived late and you're just goi—Aagh!" The loud sound of Antonio's hand making collision with Giselle's cheek fills the room.

       "I told you to shut up!" Antonio barks.

       Giselle holds onto her redden cheek with watery eyes. Her seething gaze turns to me. "Fuck you," she mouths before storming away.

       I bite my bottom lip and shake off the guilty emotion consuming me. I run up the stairs and stop when I reach the large iron gate on the third floor. I pull out the keys from my clutch and unlock the gate. Many of the girls that work and reside here are running up and down the hall getting ready for opening. I open the door to my bedroom and throw my stuff on the squeaky run-down bed.

       I rub my aching temples as I pull the working drawer handle to expose the little clothes I owned neatly folded inside the wooden drawer. A couple of shirts, three pairs of jeans, four night-dresses and my uniform. I slip out of my black dress and put on the uniform ensamble. A black crop-top with Antonio written in bold red letters across the chest. A pair of black tights and black booty shorts. Lastly, a pair of knee-high boots.

       "We live in cities..." I hum as I tie my brown locks into a messy bun.

"You ready Sam?" Helen, another one of my co-workers asks as she peaks her head into my room. I nod and follow her downstairs.

       The once empty club is now filled with cheating husbands and cheap businessmen ready to set dirty deals or have a good time. I grab one of the available aprons and tie it around my waist.

       "Take these to tables four," Giselle pushes a tray of drinks into my hands. I obediently take the tray to the designated table.

       "Mamacita!"

       "Sexy!"

      "What a woman!"

       I roll my eyes at the wolf-whistling and dirty comments. I place the drinks on the table and head back to the bar where another full tray awaited.

       This is my life. I am not proud of working at a place like this, heck, I am not even proud of stealing wallets, but I had to do what I had to survive. If only I had not let myself slip last time.

Author's Note
Hola my lovelies! So I have decided to do a weekly update on Fridays for this novel. Alongside this new book I will continue to write The Billionaire's Proposal (Edited Version) and I have two ongoing novels on my other account. Anywho, what do you guys think of the novel so far? Like I said this will me a much more exotic novel, so please be advised. Let me know in the comments your thoughts, predictions, etc. If you enjoyed please make sure to vote, share and follow. Thank you for reading my lovelies.
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Xoxo, Liz 💋💋💋