His Little One✔️

12. A very furious Marcello.

"Since your friend came the other day I can't help but noticed you've been receiving all the day shifts and heaps of attention from the boss." Elizabeth inquired a little irritated.

Elizabeth usually preferred the morning shifts because she had to work her second job at night, which wasn't very good, so I assume this is why she was upset.

"It's funny, I've always thought you were a religious girl with religious beliefs but I guess not everyone is who we think they are. Did your parents agree to have you be with a drug lord such as Marcello?" I bit my lip as Elizabeth questioned, I hadn't come up with an answer to tell anyone if they ever were to ask if we were dating.

"Nevermind answering my question, everyone has a little dark side to them. There's a new club that opened up recently and I'd like for you and I to check it out later?" Elizabeth suggested and I contemplated.

"Don't tell me you'll need permission from your boyfriend? Does he control every aspect of your life now?" Elizabeth glanced wearily at me.

"No."

"Plus, from what I've heard so far, Mr. Ortega likes to party and has preferred party girls throughout the years. You need to prove to him that you're not just a boring goody two shoes." Elizabeth said.

"He does?" Hearing the part about Marcello preference for party going girls somewhat unnerved me.

"Of course, let's keep this a little secret between us and surprise him. I'm sure he'll be more than thrilled when he finds out how much fun you had at the club." Elizabeth's remarks did fascinate me a little.

"It's 4:30 and our job is done," So Elizabeth cheerfully offered, "I know a terrific place we could go and get you a great outfit for us tonight." She suggested.

"I don't know." Even though her words intrigued me, going to a club was not something I would ever want to do.

"It'll only be for one night and if your not comfortable enough when we get there then we could always go home." Before I could contemplate or decide I was pulled along with Elizabeth as she led me to a clothing store a few blocks away from where we worked.

I tried on a few dresses and found them to be pretty inappropriate, so I made the decision to go with a black dress that was the least indecent, get my hair and nails done, buy stilettos that matched my dress, and all of these things. Fortunately, the money Marcello had provided me was adequate for my needs.

By the time we were done, we had already started the journey to the club. It was a small, upscale establishment, and as the music played and I observed the naked women engaged in sexual activities there, I immediately wished I could leave and return home. It was 7:23pm in the night.

This was certainly not where I was supposed to be.

"You haven't even experienced anything as yet Amia, just a few more minutes and you'll feel comfortable, it was the same as my first time as well." Elizabeth confirmed.

"I'd rather go home." I told turning my back to leave, the place also reeked of smoke and alcohol and funky smell.

"Let me introduce you to my friend Stella." Elizabeth grabbed my hand and pulled me along with her.

"This is Stella, my friend." Elizabeth introduced us and I held out my hand to shake it but then dropped it when she laughed.

"What is this? The nineties? Who shakes hands at a club for greetings anymore?" She inquired sipping on a drink.

She was pretty tall and sleek like a model with exquisite features; her hair was strawberry blonde and her eyes appeared to be emerald under the lighting. She was stunning in every way.