Chapter 62
Chapter 62:
“But you can protect me. Why can’t we stay together?” Oscar finally said, voicing his thoughts.
“I will protect you. I promised. Sleep, baby. We’ll talk again in the morning,” I whispered, kissing his temple and pulling him tighter against my body.
As I watched him sleep, I couldn’t stop thinking about my uncles. I couldn’t divulge what had happened to his sister. Oscar loved Rena, no matter what had transpired between them—I knew he still loved her. She was family. I couldn’t let anything happen to her or, worst of all, to Oscar. I needed to make sure my family wouldn’t be a threat, and then, we could get back together.
The plan was simple. I just needed to execute it.
Six months later
After weeks of unemployment following the end of my relationship with Leland, who had been my sugar daddy, I finally landed a job at a small private kink club as a bartender. My role there involved serving non-alcoholic drinks to the club’s members.
Consent was a significant concern at the club, so it was important for people to have a clear head when making decisions. Alcohol was never a good mix with clear-headed decision-making. I quickly grew to enjoy working at the club, and months later, I felt comfortable and settled in my role. No one seemed to know me, which was exactly what I wanted.
I found myself counting the hours until I could return to my apartment. It was a small studio that Leland, my former sugar daddy, had arranged for me. He had reconciled with his ex, and was so happy about it that he insisted on paying my rent for an entire year. Maybe it was out of guilt, but I couldn’t turn down his offer. I could hear the sincerity in his voice when he made it.
“Can I get a club soda?” a handsome, stylishly dressed man asked as he took a seat at the end of the bar. Thɪs chapter is updated by.net
I smiled at him and nodded, my hands reaching for the soda gun beneath the bar. I spooned ice cubes into a glass, preparing the drink for him.
“Thanks,” he said, smiling nervously.
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The man looked tired. It wasn’t his first time at the club; I had served him a couple of times before, though he usually came with company.
“Alone?” I asked, trying to be friendly, a natural response after so many shifts behind the bar.
Just like at Jed’s bar, Zephyr, and here at Velvet Den, which was owned by a mysterious man I had never met, I wore a sexy outfit to blend in with the club’s theme. It consisted of latex pants that showed off my ass and dick print.
The club was warm enough for me to go bare-chested, and I knew that displaying myself like this would earn me better tips by the end of each shift. I didn’t mind showing off my body—though with the skin-tight outfit, the members tended to stare a little longer than usual.
The man in front of me was no exception.
“Um, yeah,” he replied, his face flushing as he stared at my groin.
I couldn’t help but chuckle involuntarily—he was just so cute about it.
“I’m Remy,” I introduced myself, placing his drink in front of him.
“Dave,” he replied, taking a big gulp of the soda.
“I’ve never seen you alone. Feeling solitary?” It was a lame opening, but I was bored out of my mind. It was a slow night, and I was more than ready to head home and enjoy my day off tomorrow.