My Forced Husband// Tom Kaulitz (sequel 2)

Table.

{MUSIC ⬆️ IS GOOD 😻}

I wasn't used to this new sleep schedule, especially when I had to adjust when I was informed about my shift only 2 days ago.
The first thing I felt was the ache in my feet, from the high heels I had to run about in yesterday. Normal heeled shoes were perfectly fine but the ones I was provided with had an extra bit of height to them which made it way less pleasing to function in.

I reach for my phone with my eyes closed, patting the nightstand to feel for it as my eyelids were still so heavy. Feeling an object in my hand, I obtain it, pulling it towards me.
With my eyes squinted, I turn on my phone, the bright screen reading... 3:30pm..
I rub my eyes with my weak hands, making sure what I saw was correct. But once again, the same numbers were displayed on the device.
Work started soon, and I was gonna be late if I didn't get out of bed quick enough.
Aggressively pulling the duvets off away from me, I scamper out of my bed, suddenly being exposed to the cold air.
I hug myself whilst running to the bathroom to get myself cleaned up before rushing out to put on a pair of joggers and a crop top. I didn't care what I wore, I was gonna change into my proper uniform when I got there anyways.
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"Hello gorgeous," Adriana beams as soon as she sees me enter, her face lighting up.
I smile at her, thankful that I've already met such a sweet employee who was working with me, "Are you ready for your shift tonight?"

"I hope so.." I pray, letting out a deep sigh before grabbing my uniform out of the locker and heading towards the changing room.
After a few tugs here and there, I finished getting changed. I had to admit, I still needed time to adjust to the amount of skin I was showing in public- especially when I wasn't used to wearing something like this in front old, thirsty men.

"I never thought anyone would look better than me wearing this uniform," Adriana compliments, beaming her comforting smile at me again. She stands up from the sofa, holding her hand out for me to take. I give her my own, feeling a reassuring squeeze to soothe me down from what was to come.

We push open the door in synch, the loud sounds of music exploding in our ears. Adriana didn't look a single bit bothered by this whilst I on the other hand was trying so hard to not show the agonising pain in my eardrums.
Adriana sticks her other hand out in front of me, an earpiece in her palm- almost like she carried it with her since she knew I would forget to put it on.
I smile at her, taking it from her and positioning it in my ear. 
"Can you try and serve a table by yourself? I'll meet you by the bar after you finish one."
I hesitantly nod my head, partially from the slight worry but also from the amount of nervousness I had in me. Last night I was literally glued by Adriana the whole time, but now I guess it was actually time for me to manage on my own.
Her warm hand departs from mine, her shoulder brushing past me and making her way to a separate table.

I was now left by myself, leaving me to look around at the busy place. I tried so hard not to completely fix my gaze at the group of crowds dancing around under the luring music, I was here for my job- not for fun.

I notice a booth of men in the distance, signally their hand for me to come over.
"I can do this." I mumble to myself, despite the reassuring words having no affect on me.
I plaster on a smile, tapping my heels against the flooring whilst making my way towards the grinning men.
"How can I help?" I sweetly question, taking out my notepad and pen.
"Beer. For the four of us." His drunken voice orders. It didn't seem like he was filled with lust like the rest of the other men nor did it seem like he was attracted/bothered by any of the half naked bodies around him. But, I was thankful he wasn't like that.
"Of course!" I write down, taking my feet towards the bar where I handed over the paper to wait for the drinks to be prepared. As it was beer, it wasn't gonna take a long time to make.