𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍|𝟏𝟖+

chapter two

TALIA

I think I'm excited, but I also think I'm nervous because my palms are sweaty and my hands are trembling like crazy. Today was my first day at my new job, the first day of being out of this house in six months, and the first day away from Chris.

I parade down the hall to the kitchen; it's as empty as ever. I heave a sigh and open the fridge, grabbing the orange juice and a glass. I pour some in a cup, then I gulp it down. I look to my right, where there's a box of day-old muffins, and I grab the last one. I hear a beeping sound from my back pocket and realize I'm going to be late. I grab my purse and coat and head out in a hurry.

Thank God, Chris is asleep.

I begin to walk to the nearby bus, and I smile once I see it pulling up to the bus stop. I hop on and take an empty seat while I indulge in my blueberry muffin.

The bus comes to a stop, and I realize it's my stop. I thank the bus driver and begin to search for the club I was to work at.

I stop in front of a club called 'ELITE' nightclub in bold letters. I suck in air through my teeth before I open the double doors.

I finally grow the courage to open the door, and it's empty. I feel like I'm the first one here.

Not technically, but it feels like it.

"You must be the new cocktail waitress?" A soft voice interrupts my thoughts. I turn around after eyeing the whole place.

I come face to face with a green-eyed brunette. I smile and nod slowly. "I'm Evangelia; my husband's brother owns the place," she smiles.

"Talia," I say back.

God, she's beautiful.

I couldn't keep my eyes off her beautiful eyes, and gosh, those freckles that dance along her face each time she smiles.

"You're so hot," I blurt out, and I suddenly gasp, my hand flying over my mouth. I mentally scold myself for saying what I just said.

But all she does is laugh and grab my hand; she takes and shakes it, and I shake it back.

"Babe, you're even hotter; you have beautiful blue eyes," she says, and I can't help but blush.

I smile and put my hand back to my side. "My husband and his brother - the owner of the club - are out back, scoping out the place. But for now, how about us two girls have a drink?"

I lick my lips and nod slowly. I follow her, and I take a seat at the bar while she goes behind the counter. She's very, how do I put it? Happy.

Yes, happy.

She's outgoing and really nice.

"Time to make my famous pomegranate margarita," she smiles brightly as she collects the ingredients one by one.

"Wait," she pauses and places the stuff down on the counter. She eyes me for a split second. "Are you of age to be drinking?" She raises a brow.

I can't help but giggle; that was the first time in a while I've done one of those. "I'm eighteen; I turn nineteen in about three months. Not that you care or anything, I just wanted it to be known," I say, and suddenly her eyes light up.