Brielle
Walking into the club with the other maids, I swallowed as I looked around. The club was crowded and I felt out of place.
It was scary at the sa thing and I shivered at the thought of a drunk man coming over to harass .
Rose and two girls headed towards the left, obviously they knew their way around and with a pounding heart, I headed towards the bar.
"Can I have any juice..."
The bartender glanced at for a mont before bursting into laughter. "Honey it’s a club, not so place for pregnant won." He taunted and my cheeks burned with embarrassnt as I lowered my head.
"I know you might be new to this so I’ll fix you sothing extrely light. I don’t usually do this but for your sake, I’ll bend a few rules." He muttered and I grinned softly.
I turned to the crowd, letting my eyes dart around while hoping Nikolai would walk in.
Several thoughts filled my head. "What if he was working late? What if he decided to visit a different club today? What if he’s too busy?" The questions only increased my fears and imdiately the drink was placed in front of , I drank it.
"Slow down now, you don’t want to wake up with a migraine." He pointed out and I smiled softly.
The liquid burned my throat, it was monts after swallowing it that I felt the aftermath of it and for a mont, my eyes spinned.
This was my second ti having alcohol, the first with Dylan where I had puked it, hating how bitter it tasted in my lips.
This was both sweet and harsh... "just like the alphas..." A little voice whispered and I scoffed.
The alphas were nowhere close to being sweet, they were cruel, dangerous and insane.
My eyes glistened when Nikolai walked into the club, covered in sweat. He was dressed in a pair of jeans with a cotton shirt that clung to his body, outlining his muscles and amazing features.
Every head in the room turned, both male and female. He was that handso... Many ladies launched at him and stylishly, he managed to dodge all of them, heading upstairs to what seed like a private lounge.
I exhaled deeply, wishing I was that shirt or Jean, that was the only way I’d ever have a chance of touching his well sculpted body.
I heaved again. "Ohh... Seems like you have a little crush on the beta." The bartender muttered with a grin and I shook my head negatively.
"Oh no... I was just looking around." I lied, wishing he’d buy it and talk about sothing else.
I wanted to leave this place, what if soone seems staring at the Beta like that? Wouldn’t that spell out trouble for ?
"Oh please, I’ve seen so many looks but that... Those dreamy sad eyes are that of an unrequited love... You have a crush on the beta, just like every damn lady in this club." He pointed out and I shook my head.
I smiled faintly. "No... I dare not have such thoughts, I was rely glancing around. I’ll leave now." I muttered and he burst into laughter.
"Coward. All the ladies here are extrely daring and would head into his room if given the chance but you’re running away, how funny. I can help you get to his room if you want, it’s not like you’ll see anything good." He muttered, shaking his head sadly and I frowned.
"What do you an?"
He straightened his face, shaking his head as he feigned a smile. "Nothing of importance, so what’s it going to be? You wanna see him or not?" He asked, staring at intently and I swallowed.
I wasn’t prepared for this... With my outfit and look, wouldn’t it be a terrible idea? The alpha would recognize instantly, wouldn’t this infuriate him?
"Honey, you don’t have all day and rember this opportunity is a once in a lifeti deal." He pointed out, tapping his fingers on the table and I swallowed, shutting my eyes slowly.
"I’ll see him." What harm could this possibly bring? He giggled as he grabbed a cart, placing a few drinks inside and I shrugged, maybe he was delivering them to the private rooms.
"Follow ." He instructed and I nodded as he pushed the cart up, I followed, taking a mont to admire the beautiful decoration of the club.
The upper room was quiet, clean and reserved. It had no tacky chairs, lights or people.
It was so quiet, a place only the best of the best could access.
"You’ve got very little ti, if you get asked, lie about missing your way." He walked and I nodded, swallowing as we walked deeper into the room.
"Room service." The bartender announced as he stood in front of a door and I frowned softly, wondering why he wasn’t serving the other rooms.
"This is your que, take it inside and have the best ti of your life." He announced and I smiled softly.
"Thank you so much... erm..."
"Miguel, I have a feeling we’ll see so other ti." He blew a kiss before walking away.
The door opened and I pressed my lips together as the thick scent of alcohol hit . He staggered back, squinting his eyes as he stared at , trying to deduce if he had seen before.
Seeing that he couldn’t figure out anything, he gave up as he stepped back, slumping on the chair roughly while I rushed in to help him.
Holding him, I flinched. His body was burning up and rather than find a solution, he was drinking. Countless bottles were scattered around and he had obviously ordered for more.
"Beta... You’re... You’re sick." I pointed out, wishing he’d take a mont to consider his health and he scoffed.
"It doesn’t matter, open the drinks!" He slurred and I shook my head.
I rushed into the restroom, grabbing a towel and a little bowl which I filled with water.
I returned to the room where I found him lying on the couch, throwing up all over the place. I exhaled deeply, wondering the kind of deep wound that would make a man as powerful as him this vulnerable.
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