Chapter 3 Club night

Seven months earlier.

I slowly nod my head to the music streaming in my ears through the barely noticable air pods I have in my ears.

Nights at the nightclub were always too high on noise and terrible so sometimes I sneak an air pod and listen to music to keep the loud stereo music out. So far I haven't been caught by our manager yet so today I decided to put the two air pods on.

He would never notice. How would he? He's always sitting there and watching all the women dancing. I stopped at the bar and turned slightly to catch a glimpse of Terry, my manager. He has his eyes on me. That was a first.

Now I needed to get another glass for the men who were already drunk at the back seats. You see that girl dressed in skinny faded blue jeans and a white button up shirt looking like she could really use a seven days straight sleep about grabbing a glass of wine and pouring it into those shinny looking glasses? That's me.

I don't serve drinks for tables. I work as a bartender at this club in fact but my friend Jenna was running late, again and Terry said he wasn't taking any more excuses so I offered to cover for her while still bartendering. Now I see that was actually a very terrible idea.

After getting the last guy his drink, I returned back to my counter, head spinning.

I stared absently at the club's parlor. It was like any other parlor, there were different employees everywhere, smiling politely at the guests. I admired the way they could put on those fake smiles. I had worked here for the past two years and still couldn't manage to get the fake smile on my face.

The doors pushed open and a happy couple walked in grinning and laughing. I wondered what it would feel like to be in love like that.

I've had my own fair share of relationships in the past and I would be lying if I said I ever enjoyed any. It was either he loved me too much, or was obsessed over me way too much than I could actually handle, or he didn't care or love me much. The list keeps coming. I loved being loved a lot but right now I didn't have much time to waste on men. I'd learnt that the hard way one year ago.

I leaned back in my chair and looked up at the high ceiling, exhausted.

"Anne!!" Someone screamed my name and I looked down to see Jenna. She was leaning over the counter over to me, her voluminous boobs were pressing against the surface, menacing to jump out of her shirt any second.

Plucking out my air pods, I said "God Jenna you're going to punch me in the eye with your boobs" I complained. Jenna chuckles and rolls her eyes.

"You're just jealous" she replied, grinning at me.

"Right, like I would want two massive things like those two hanging off me" I shot back.

"Whatever" she leans back "listen, thank you for covering for me, I really owe you one. Wanna know why I'm running late though?"

"Do tell" a man comes over and ordered for a drink. While I'm pouring it, I beckoned for Jenna to continue talking.

"So! Terry told me our boss would be coming over tomorrow night" she exclaims "I'm so happy to meet him! For the first time in forever!"

I raised a brow at her because first of all I had so many questions to ask but most importantly I wanted to know how she got Terry to tell her that.

"You're wondering how Terri told me that right? I was at his apartment last night" she winks at me.

My mouth drops open "you get me everytime. So this boss..... Who is he?"

"He is the hottest man I've ever...... Heard about!"

"You haven't even seen him before!"

"Pictures, yes. Physically, no. But I've heard so much about him. I heard he's hot and super nice and.... He's also single. He's twenty seven years old and he is hot and oh my goodness I just wish I can get him to...."

I snorted a laughter which causes her to stop her hysteria.

"Oh I think Terry's calling you!" I told her as I noticed Terry waving a hand from behind. Jenna turns around and silently grunts before walking away. But I couldn't help the laugh bubbling in my throat. Jenna, always so funny. She always has enough strength to go through the day, how hard or tough it may be.

Soon the loud music started to die down and I could finally have some peace.

"Did it hurt?" A different voice spoke from the front. I looked up from my phone to see Drake, Terry's cousin brother who was jobless enough to visit this clubhouse every blessed day. He didn't work here and barely ever buys a drink but he did enjoy talking endlessly and I was always his target seeing as I was stationed to a particular spot in this huge clubhouse.

His shining blond hair was combed perfectly to the side. He had a square face with string cheekbones and a very pointed nose. Green eyes were shining under his blond eyebrows. His full lips were forming a heart stopping breathtaking smirk. And he did wear nice suits even though he looked like he barely had enough money to buy fuel in his beat up Toyota car.

"What?" I finally asked.

"Did it hurt?" He repeats.

"Did what hurt?" I asked with a frown now.

"When you fell from heaven" he said. It was then I got it.

"Really Drake? That was the best line you could use on me?" I shook my head in disapproval.

"Come on, Angel, something's got to work on you."

"Get lost" I told him but for him that was an invitation to lean over the counter.

"Someday you won't be able to resist me, Cayli." He replied confidently as he adjusted his blue tie. I just rolled my eyes. He was such a player.

"Sorry I don't do players." I snapped at him while giving him a closed lip smile. He faked shock and put his hand over his chest.

"You're always hurting my feelings, Cay. But I'll live. Again. How about dinner tonight?"

"No, sorry I have plans" which was the truth.

"That's a lie and you know it. You should at least change your excuses to reject me every day" he explained casually with a smirk.

"I don't need to ," I replied truthfully "I can give you whatever excuse I wanna give"

He sighed, defeated. "You're impossible, Cayli" he said and walked away. I watched his back as he disappeared through the crowd. Drake was a fine man and could even pass for a hot guy, but the idea of dating a man has never been so irritating when Drake is involved. Sure I've chased men a lot but Drake just never reached there for me. I would never date him.