CHAPTER ONE, FINDING A WAY

  

"It's okay," Khai said to her. He came closer to Mylar, wrapped his right hand around her waist, and pulled her to himself. He then whispered to her.

"I guess we both have something in common."

His grip was so tight that she began to feel a little pain in her waistline. He moved his lips closer to hers in an attempt to kiss it.

Umm! Mylar resisted and pulled away, then she asked.

"Why don't we go and talk in the sitting room?"

He was a bit hesitant and he wondered if Mylar was refusing him with the way she pulled away from him. He replied to her with a smile after thinking it through.

"Of course beautiful. That way we can enjoy our mulled wine in the right place."

They got back to the sitting room and sat down. He moved closer to her, picked up her glass, and gave it to her, she collected it with a sweet smile. They both drank the content at the same time.

"So what do you want to talk about?" He asked, his eyes looking seductively at her.

Mylar breathed deeply, she was very nervous. Before coming, she hoped and prayed that he would just agree to give her whatever she asked for.

"I need a favor." She blurted out quickly.

He smiled and slowly licked his lips, then moved much closer to her. She could feel the heat of his body because of how close he was to her now, then he said to her.

"Tell me what it is beautiful."

Mylar's heart started beating fast but she managed to gather all the courage to say it out loud.

"I need 1000 dollars for my rent."

"One thousand dollars?" Khai asked and started laughing.

Mylar watched him laugh while she stared at him with the look of a puppy drenched by rain.

Seeing how she was staring at him, he stopped laughing and put on a serious face. He then said to her.

"That's the least of the things I can do for you, it's a small amount. I will give you $5000." Then he grabbed her and started kissing her body ardently like a hungry person ready to devour a plate of deliciously cooked food.

He continued moving his hands around her body and his tongue around her neck. She started feeling very uncomfortable and even suffocated, she tried to stop him but he wouldn't stop so she pushed him off her and got up. She picked up her bag and went out of the house without saying anything to him.

Khai watched her leave with a surprised look on his face, he thought that she was ready for this when she decided to come. He wasn't going to be giving her money without doing anything with her. He picked up his phone and called the first number on his recent call records.

"Get me girl now. I will pay double the usual." He said and hung up immediately. Then he started laughing hysterically.

Mylar ran outside after coming out of the elevator and used the last money on her to take a bus back to Brooklyn, 370 Ralph Ave.

She dropped dead tired on her bed as soon as she got inside her shabby-looking room. She couldn't believe that this was what he wanted from her.

Khai made so many promises to her and all that was just to have his way with her. After a while of thinking, she slept off like a log.

She woke up hours later and got herself ready for work at the nightclub.

Gentlemen's Club is one of the most popular strip clubs in New York. A club that only the rich and famous go to, where they spend all that immense wealth they have on their pleasure and satisfaction.

Mylar worked here as a waitress but she wasn't different from a striper. She was harassed by some of the men but what could she do, that isn't known as harassment but as part of the job.

Sexy young ladies dance on poles while young and old men cheer them on and throw money at them.

Mylar was working here due to compulsion, once she paid off her debt she would be free to leave but she still couldn't figure out when that would be, especially when she insisted on not doing the striping job whose pay was a little higher than waitressing.

Ozzy Evander owner and manager of Gentlemen's Club, is a man in his thirties, sweet but also dangerous when messed with. Once, he shot a man in the club and front of everyone and usually, they heard that people who stole from him were always found dead wherever they ran.

He walked around the club supervising and making sure that everything was in order and everyone was ready for the night. Rich, influential, and important guests were coming tonight and he wanted them to be well entertained so that they would speak highly of his club in public and anywhere they went.

"Mylar, Mylar, my sweetheart. Always punctual, that's what I love about you." He said as he walked towards Mylar who was busy cleaning the glasses.

She raised her head and saw Ozzy coming to where she was, instantly she was filled with rage.

"Ozzy, seriously you have to tell me exactly how much I owe you," Mylar said to him with all seriousness.

He placed his left hand on her shoulder and said to her.

"Sweetheart, you shouldn't worry about that. You should only think about how much you will be paid if tonight is a success."

She pushed his hand away and said to him with anger burning inside of her.