{WHAT'S MEANT TO BE} Kita x Fem!Reader

Draco

You approach your boss, Takao, at the edge of the dimly lit club. Your stomach churns with a bundle of nerves as you talk. "Takao, I'm not feeling too well. Is it possible for me to leave early tonight?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

He glances at you with a discerning eye. "I saw you hurriedly slipping away from that man earlier. He's part of a high-paying party, you know. You could earn a killing if you stick around," he remarks, his tone a blend of business and warning.

"I understand," you murmur, nodding. "But my stomach's killing me. I don't think I can manage tonight."

Takao lets out a weary sigh, running a hand through his thinning hair. "Fine, fine. Go take a breather, but I expect you back on your feet in twenty minutes. You're one of the best earners here, and I've got a booking lined up for you. It'd be a shame to let that opportunity slip away," he tells you.

"You booked me with someone? But you know I don't do privates unless you know the client," you grumble.

"I did. That's why it's a booking. And I think this client is going to be a regular," he tells you. "Go."

"Yes, sir," you force a smile even though that really isn't what you wanted. At least in a booking, you won't be around Kita. "I'll be back in a little bit."

"Make sure that you are."

You quickly leave the building. As you step outside, the cool night air hits your skin, and you're reminded of the reality of what you're doing.

As soon as the door closes behind you, you pull your phone out of your pocket. You distract yourself with social media, scrolling through feeds and checking posts, but you can't keep your mind off of what just happened.

After a few minutes, you let out a sigh. You know you have to go back in there. Even if it's for only one client, you have to do it. The money is good, and to be completely honest, you need the money.

With a resigned sigh, you turn back to the door and walk back inside. Your boss then kindly shows you to the private room.

"He's already waiting for you," Takao tells you as you enter the room. "Have fun," he winks, and leaves the room.

You roll your eyes, and walk further into the room, making sure the door is shut behind you. However, when you turn to face the client, the sinking feeling in your stomach drops even lower. The man who had struck you on the cheek the other night is now sitting across the room, a smirk plastered on his face.

"Hey, gorgeous," the man says, his tone smooth. His eyes glint with a predatory gaze, and a sly grin plays on his lips as he reaches out, attempting to pull you closer.

Your instincts kick in, and you yank your arm out of his grasp. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Relax, darling. I'm here to see you. To make up for the other night. You know, when I accidentally hit you," he shrugs, as if nothing had happened.

"You didn't accidentally hit me. You punched me in the fucking face. So, as I was about to say, I'm not interested."

As you open the door and turn to leave, his voice rises, laced with anger and frustration. He shouts after you, his words echoing in the small space, until you're backed up against the opposing wall outside the private room. Fear grips your chest, and you try to remain composed, searching for a way out of the tense situation.

"Let's go somewhere else. Somewhere private," the man suggests, his expression turning cold.

"I'm not interested in your bullshit," you mutter under your breath.