Lyn

Chapter 1

I wake up, feeling the warm sunshine glow on my face. Wednesday, work day. At least today i normally make a hella lot of money, mum is going to be really happy. I get out of bed, and walk my way to my bathroom, almost feeling my eyelids blanket over me, begging to be shut down and go back onto my comfy, soft bed. Sigh , I wish.

After getting out, I put on my work outfit, debating whether my skirt is too short or not, the boss says it brings in more customers, so it's fine. My uniform consists of a black mini skirt, a black crop top, and black tights, I decided to pair it with a matching red, lace lingerie set, it puts the look together.

I go downstairs, while combing through my fresh curls, and touching up my crimson lipstick,

"Mum, I'm going to work!" I shout, knowing I'll have to speak loud so that she can actually hear me when she's high.

"Remember, remember to bring me some whiskey, slutt" she slurs back. Slut? Please, the only thing slutty is her.

"Bye," I whisper out as I make my way to my car, drive to the rich, large bar, and make my way inside.

I work my way round the tables, trying to clean every bit that I see, while I hear the loud, obnoxious music blasting into my ears, sweat is dancing and trickling on my forehead, making me feel dizzy, and dehydrated.

Walking my way to a table full of four, I take my notepad out, ready to take their order.

Come on Evelyn, you got this in the bag, baby!

"Hey, what would you like for today?" I try to put on a sweetly sickening smile, it's hard when the four men are whispering disgusting things to each other.

"She's hot" one man says, with blue eyes I think.

"She's a total babe!" A dirty blonde follows.

"I can't wait the fuck that sweet, pink pussy"
Someone with brown hair says.

Ew. Absolutely revolting.

I cough, getting all their attention.
"Ah, yes, 4 sex on the beaches, make it quick honey," he winks while saying that line, "Alright, got it." I say, holding no emotion whatsoever, as I write their order down on the notepad. I walk back to the bartender, Xavier with the order.

Xavier is possible the only person that I think of as my friend, he's really nice.

"Don't tell me you just wrote down their order," Xavier says. I get confused as he does so. "Sadly, yes, and it was oddly weird, if you ask me," I blurt out. "Not those fuckers, those bastards tried to hit on my sister, I'm guessing they made comments about you too?"

Dang, how does he always know?

"Mhmm, they're weirddd," I enhance the 'd' sound at the end. He lets out a milky, honey like chuckle as he hands me the 4 sex on the beaches. "Alright, wish me luck, Xavier!" "Sure thing, Eve"

I walk my way round to the table, instantly feeling a touch on my upper thigh. I knew this skirt was too short. I have to do whatever the customer wants to make them happy. It's part of the job. Anything for money, to make mum happy Atleast.

While I laugh with him, Xavier comes to the rescue and pulls me back away from the disgusting man, touching me in places, only my future husband should be able to see.

"Thanks Xavier" I say.

Except when I look back I don't see Xavier, I see a tall man, maybe 6'5? Not sure, but his eyes are the most deepest green I've ever seen, with plump lips, dark brown hair and a jawline so defined it could cut glass, I saw his jaw clench, indicating that this beautiful man has caught me looking at him.

I barely go into the bars I own, but I do a checkup one in a while. Just to see how my workers are doing, of course.

I walk into the bar, ready to see the usual, innocent girls humping on old, gross men, or couples making the fuck out of eachother, or even suspicious fluids on the floor at this point.

But one figure catches my eyes, or movement should I say.

I see a girl, about 5'4 , long brown hair, hazel, dreamy eyes, pink plump lips and the most beautiful body. Only, that body, is being touched by a horny fuck, Rick .

Rick fucking Diaz.

I've been searching for this fucking rapist for a while now, normally I let him do whatever the fuck he wants, but for some reason, I felt the sudden need to help this girl some way.

I make my way ahead, and pull the girl away, only to see a name tag on her chest, I try not to look at the exposed tops of her tits, but it's hard when I see a red lace bra, my weakness, but what can a ma do? it's her fucking body.

I take a look at her name tag again.

Evelyn.

Hm.

"Thanks Xavier" the beauty says, checking me out with her brows creased up in confusion.

"Having fun?" I say, amused by her looking me up and down. I wouldn't normally start conversation, but she'd be good as a quick fuck.

"W-wha?" God she's really clueless, doesn't she know this is one of the many bars I own? Seems she doesn't .

I shake my head, looking down.

"I'll see you around, Lyn"

"It's Evelyn, not Lyn " she starts

"Well Lyn is shorter," I say back

"You could've just called me Eve,"

"But everyone calls you that I'm guessing, no one calls you Lyn, isn't that right, Lyn?"

"Yeah b-b-but,"

"Cats got your tongue?"

I walk out, heading towards my car.

This girl is doing something to me, I don't know what it is but I think I fucking like it.