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Bella's perspective:
I walk into the club, and let me tell you I'm really nervous. I might not seem like it but I am. I have never liked stripclub's, I mean like who does except for old men? So when this was my only option, I'm telling you it was my only option.

I'm wearing a short black skirt with a white blouse and they made me open up at least three buttons, and I wasn't allowed to wear a bra, like I already hate those people. And I'm wearing high heels so I'm probably going to embarrass myself.

I go up to the bar after a girl named..Zoe I think, told me to grab a tray of drinks and to go into the VIP room because apparently that was my room to serve today.

I grab a tray with like 10 different glasses, I take a deep breath and wipe away the sweat from my forehead as I walk into the VIP room and don't make any eye contact as I keep my eyes on the tray and place it down on the table.

I turn around to leave when I hear a deep voice say "hey wait a minute" fudge did I do a mistake?.

Zeph's perspective:
I'm sitting and talking with some..friends of mine when all of the sudden a gorgeous girl walks in with the drinks.

I was trying to look into her eyes but she kept her head down and didn't make eye contact.

She was quick to place the tray on the table and turn around to leave. "Hey wait a minute" I call out "you forgot to give us the drinks" I say and lean back in my seat as I watch her.

She rolls her eyes...she would be punished for that, wait what no why am I thinking like this.

Bella's perspective:
I roll my eyes of how lazy they are but he is very fucking hot, no that's a costumer I can't think like that.

I walk back to the table "well here's the thing lazy potato sack I don't know which drink you or any of the other lazy guys in here want so why don't you get your big ompalompa ass up and grab your own drink?" Oh no what did I just say, I'm probably getting fired after this.

He stares at me with his dark eyes and clear his throat "Mhm that could be a good idea but the thing is-" wow so he's mimicking me now "-I'm the boss and owner of this club and when I tell you to serve my drink, you will serve it. I don't care how long it takes you to figure out which one is mine, as long as you give it to me" he says with a small smirk on his face when he see's me stand there with my mouth open.

"But for right now sweetheart I need you to go to my office and I'll see you there after I finished up in here, now leave" he says in a cold voice as I turn around and quickly leaves the room.

I get guided by another waitress to his office and I sit down in the chair in front of a desk as I wait for him. I look around the room and the only colors I see is black and...black, he doesn't seem like a colorful person.

I hear footsteps coming and I swing my legs back and forth, I tend to do that when I'm nervous.

He walks in the office and closes the door after him as he hangs the coat of his black suit on a rack, I stare at his back muscles and quickly look away when his eyes meet mine.

"So what's your name little one?" He asks as he sits down in front of me. "First of all I'm not little and second my name is Bella" I say with confidence. "Well Bella I'm Zeph and may I ask why such an innocent girl like you are doing here?" He asks as he looks at every inch of my body then back to my eyes.

I'm not that innocent right? I look up at him "Well I'm not innocent, I can do a lot of bad things without you knowing" I say trying to sound scary. He laughs a little "you couldn't even bring yourself to say a swear word when you were telling us that we were lazy in the VIP room" ohh he's got a point.

I decide to not talk about me being innocent anymore so I bring up an answer to his last question "I needed money and this was the last chance of getting money so I took it" I shrug. He nods slowly "all right come on you are coming home with me"

My eyes widened at the thought of living with someone else and that he even asked me that in the first place. I get up and wait for him as he puts his coat over my shoulders and I blush, but no one could see it because I had like 100 layers of makeup.

When we got into his car, that looked super duper expensive, I leaned my head against the window and started to feel my eyes getting heavier and heavier and soon enough sleep took over me.

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