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Chapter 83: A Guy I Am Dating Chapter 83: A Guy I Am Dating

Angelia

Riccardo helped me take out the butt plug in the shower before he drove me back home. I had blushed the entire time but I didn't say a word as he pulled it out. He asked me the time I would be done with my shift as we got out of his car so that he could inform Kingston on when he should pick me up. He would also get him to text me beforehand. When I got home, I checked my mailbox. I granted, I never get any on the weekends but it was a force of habit. I was surprised when I saw I had gotten an envelope from a hospital in the city. I took it inside my apartment and opened it afterwards and found the results for the test I had taken. No surprise, they all were negative, what I found odd though was getting the results on the weekend. Rich people's lives were so strange.

Now I was stress eating enough to put me in a food coma which wasn't that bad of an idea. 1 should definitely sleep before my shift, knowing I would probably not be going to bed right after my shift. Although, I might be going to bed but I wouldn't be there to sleep. Having made up my mind, I threw the last of the jollof rice in the trash after eating enough for two and made my way to the bed. Sleep didn't come easy but when it did, I was absolutely gone to the world.

It wasn't until several hours later when my alarm rang that I woke up. I guess I needed that more than I realized. Between yesterday and the constant nerves I had today, I had been exhausted. De Iceberg club's uniform was made of comfortable cotton but looked like those girls at h**rs wore, black shorts and a pink crop top with the logo of the nightclub on it. Even with how sexist it obviously was, I still preferred this to the cafe's uniform. At least, this outfit didn't itch with each. movement I made. I put on yoga pants over the uniform, wanting to stay covered until I was at the club.

I packed my hair in a high ponytail and did my makeup dark and s***y, I got to get my tips somehow. I learned as soon as I started working as a bartender that it helps with getting tips which were just so wrong. Tips should be for giving a good service, not because we looked a certain way. Instead of taking the usual raggedy coat, I grabbed the new one I had gotten from Riccardo. I hated to accept the things they were giving me but it felt even worse to let their good intentions hang in a closet collecting dust. Lastly, I grabbed my bag containing the heels I would wear at work, they hurt like a b***h which was why I always wore my sandals until I reached the club. I also took with me the envelope with the results I had gotten. 1/4 Chapter 83: A Guy I Am Dating

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The bus trip went by fast, having my phone to keep me company, I probably laughed the entire ride except for that one video I came across on Instagram that made me cry. Weldon was in his office with his door open when I walked past to get to the locker room. I didn't think he would see me until I heard him call for me. "Yes?" I asked as I backtracked and went to his door, already y stressed. The bus sk

bus had been some minutes late and it wasn't long until the doors of the club would be open.

The bus

"How has your week been?" He asked and looked me up and down, discreetly taking in my body and thinking I wouldn't notice him doing so.

His brown hair was just as carefully styled as always with longer hair on the top swiped back and the sides were shorter. Leaning against the doorway and I responded.

"It has been good, what about yours?" I asked.

Frankly, I just wanted to get to work but he had always been kind to me and I didn't want to be rude in return.

Yes, it

it has been good. We have missed you at work, though." He said and looked at the watch on his wrist.

"Anyways, you should probably get ready. I will wait for you after work and I can follow you to the bus stop."

Sometimes, I wondered why he had always been like this with me, making sure I got home safely when we had many other girls working here. Although, I had to admit, I had felt safer having him. walk with me. "That is okay but I have someone picking me up." informed him.

I couldn't help the blush creeping up my cheeks as I thought about Kingston coming to get me.

"Really?" His eyes widened.

"A friend of yours?" He looked hopeful.

As much as I wasn't interested in him and had never given him any indication that I was, I sucked at being direct. I didn't want to hurt his feelings, seeing this as a way to let him down gently. It shook my head.

"It is a guy I am dating." I said and sensed the suffocating silence.

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"I should get back to work, see you later." I added,

His face was stone still like he was making sure I didn't see any emotions. I let out a silent breath of relief when he nodded and I continued down the hall to the lockers. At least now, he knew exactly where we were standing with each other. The woman working the bar tonight wasn't one one I knew very well, all I knew was that her name was Teresa and she was a single mother of two. The club was always busy and we never had time to socialize unless it was with our customers. Bartending was a great way to distract me from thinking about tonight, although every second I had to myself, those thoughts and wondering resurfaced. How would he be? How would he act? Riccardo and Marshall had shown exactly how dominant they were. Was he the same as them?

had a I a feeling he was even more so and I couldn't wait to replace out. My phone vibrated in my back pocket and forced me out of my mind. Seeing that I didn't have any customers at the moment, I sn***ed it up and read the text from an unknown number. 'Riccardor said you will be done with your shift at five in the morning, send me your location and I will wait outside when you are done. K.

That must have been from Kingston no doubt. As H**d I saw a customer walk up to the bar and respond to the text message quickly and stuffed the phone back in my pocket and took her orders. I made sure to take payment before I started. After I had learned the ingredients of every drink we offer, it all became automatic. I didn't need to think as I mixed the drinks together, a bit of vodka, triple sec, cranberry juice and sweetened lime and it was all done. I knew other bars and nightclubs often poured less vodka than what the drink usually needed to save more money but De Iceberg never did anything half measured. We gave the customers exactly what they paid for which we should have given the insane price we had.

In the middle of handing the drink to the woman, froze and almost lost the glass in the process and it was only luck that I didn't. My skin pricked with awareness and I knew that only three men caused me to react like this. Standing a little to the side of the bar was one person I thought I

would only see when my shift was over.

Kingston was one massive mountain of a man, if that wasn't terrifying enough, the angry face of his should be. I didn't see the woman walking away or hear another man yelled for my attention

so I could serve him, my only focus was Kingston.

"W..what are you doing here?" I stammered as he stalked towards me.

My mind screamed for me to run away from the danger in his predatory movement but I didn't. I stayed put, more so because I seriously couldn't move. His eyes held me captive. He didn't say anything as he grabbed my arm and dragged me through the opening of the bar, my feet stumbled as I tried to keep up with his long strides. He led me to a hallway I had never been in before and wrenched open a dope at the end of the hall, pushing me inside. His behavior made me jittery and 3/4 Chapter 83: A Guy I Am Dating

nervous, when he closed the door behind him and locked it, I backed away.

It wasn't that I was scared he would hurt me, though. I was starting to have second guesses about that, I just acted out of instincts. I gasped as he turned his focus purely on me. He had been angry ever since I had met him but he wasn't angry right now. He was f****ng p***d, the air around him. was his for commanded and right now, it was as if he had sucked it all from the room.

"What the hell are you doing here in my club!" He barked, emphasizing each word that came out of his mouth.

No matter how quietly he spoke, it didn't diminish the anger or strength in them. Blinking, I tried to respond but my mouth was too dry and my mind too shocked to say anything at all.

What did he mean by his club?

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