Chapter 2 A Promiscuous Woman

Julian's declaration of his intention to divorce her hit Baylee like a bucket of cold water, causing the resolve she had gathered moments before to vanish instantly.

While Julian was still on the phone, Baylee turned abruptly, pushed open the door of the private room, and fled without looking back.

Shortly after, Julian finished his call and turned to where Baylee had been standing, only to find that she was nowhere to be seen.

She was gone!

Julian rubbed his aching temples, replaying the recent intimate encounter in his mind.

Beyond the anger of being mistaken for a gigolo, he felt an indescribable emotion he couldn't quite pinpoint.

Before he could delve into it further, the door to the private room swung open again.

Julian assumed it was Baylee returning, but to his surprise, it was his friend Malcolm Greville who entered.

Julian's voice was as cold as a winter's chill. "You really are out of your mind. Why would you bring me to such a shady bar?"

Malcolm defended himself, saying, "You're too harsh. This is the finest bar in the area!"

Julian couldn't bring himself to divulge the bizarre encounter with the woman who had stormed in and tried to seduce him, so he sighed and shifted the conversation. "Did you find the planner I asked for?"

Malcolm shook his head, saying, "I've reached out and will keep looking."

The next evening, Baylee was lounging at home when her boss, Aidan Patel, called.

Wasn't today her day off? What in the world did Aidan want now?

Once she answered the call, Aidan's booming voice rang out, threatening to burst her eardrum. "Baylee! Where are you? This is urgent!"

Baylee was perplexed. She was about to ask what was going on when Aidan continued, "I'm working on a huge project and need your help. Dress up nicely and meet me at Red Nightclub in two hours!"

Aidan hung up before she could protest. In fact, she was reluctant to meet him at the club.

The previous evening, she'd found herself in a tight spot, trying to land a project with a client while he turned out to be far from a gentleman. He not only attempted to molest her but also slipped something into her drink.

She'd managed to slip away, only to bump into Julian, her husband, almost causing a scene...

Therefore, after such an ordeal, Baylee wasn't exactly thrilled at the prospect of revisiting such a venue.

Yet, she couldn't afford to pass up the job. Financial obligations were pressing, and she needed the income.

Letting out a resigned sigh, Baylee swapped her attire and headed to Red Nightclub.

She was dressed in a form-fitting cocktail dress. Though her accessories were few and modestly priced, each carried a distinct flair.

Her outfit, not typical for Red Nightclub, set her apart from the more extravagantly dressed barmaids.

Upon seeing Aidan, Baylee wasted no time and asked, "What's the urgency with this project?"

Aidan's excitement was palpable. "You won't believe it! It's a massive opportunity! Do you have any idea about the budget the client is throwing around?" His voice quivered with anticipation. "Fifty million! This could be our big break!"

Baylee was floored by the staggering figure. "This project seems overwhelming. I'm not sure if I'm up for it."

"You've got to trust me on this. With you on board, we've got this in the bag!" Aidan urged, giving her a supportive pat on the shoulder. "You've built a reputation in the industry as Sia Dayne. It's time to tackle projects that match your caliber. If it weren't for me holding you back, you'd already be a household name."

Baylee interjected quickly, "Don't say that. Star Company has played a huge role in my success."

Aidan picked up on her hesitation and pushed further. "Think about it. Seal this deal, and this could be your breakthrough to financial independence!"

Aidan draped an arm around her.

Financial independence...

For a moment, Baylee's mind wandered.

She was in desperate need of the money.

Seeing her hesitation, Aidan continued, "Consider your family's debts and your sister's medical bills. Her medication costs alone..."

"I understand." The mention of her sister solidified Baylee's determination. "I'll close this deal. No question."

"That's the spirit!" Aidan grinned. "Let's head in now!"

Making their way to the private room, Baylee trod closely behind Aidan, mentally rehearsing her pitch.

"Ease up. Don't put too much pressure on yourself." Aidan comforted her.

He positioned himself beside Baylee, draping an arm around her and resting his head against her shoulder. "Keep your sister and our dreams in mind; that's all the motivation you need. I'll be right outside, waiting for your triumph!"

Although Aidan was her boss, they were actually close friends, having co-founded Star Company together. Their strong friendship was built on trust and mutual respect over time.

And besides, Aidan was gay, so Baylee didn't mind the physical closeness.

Not far off, Julian was being ushered into the nightclub, his gaze immediately drawn to Baylee.

Her tall, graceful figure and meticulously done-up face commanded attention, eclipsing everything around her.

Julian was momentarily entranced.

But then he noticed the man by her side, dressed flamboyantly and clinging to her like a lost puppy.

The guy and Baylee were deep in conversation, completely unaware that Julian was nearby.

Was this woman now consorting with some nightclub charmer?

Recalling the previous night's events when Baylee mistook him for a gigolo, Julian couldn't help but furrow his brow, instructing the waiter, "Let's take another route."

It seemed luck wasn't on his side today as he encountered this promiscuous woman once more.

He blamed Malcolm for choosing such a place for their meeting. He hoped the planner they were meeting would live up to his expectations.

Meanwhile, with Aidan's encouragement, Baylee finally summoned the courage to approach the private room.

Just as she was about to push the door open, a familiar figure caught her eye through the small window, sending her heart into a frenzy.

Seated inside was the man she'd nearly had sex with the night before; it was her husband, Julian!