Chapter 3

• Kayla's pov
• As I walked in, elbowing my way through the crowd of people dancing, grinding and dry humping against each other, I reconsidered leaving.
• This was crazy Kayla. Your mother is in the hospital fighting for her life and you're here in club doing what?
• But my heart was so heavy with pain. All the pain I've been holding back right from when I heard the news of my mum's worsening health condition to seeing my boyfriend cheating on me with my close friend just came pushing through my chest like a growing thorn.
• When I felt my tears clouding my vision with again, I quickly headed to the bathroom, holding my purse close to my chest with caution.
• I arrived to the bathroom, and surprisingly, unlike I expected, it was neat, but crowded.
• Several women stuck close to the mirror putting on make up, so much make up I wondered how they ever took them off.
• I felt awkward standing there, especially when some noticed my tear stricken face and began staring at me, so I took a spot Infront of the mirror close to one of the women and began wiping my face with a napkin which I let some tap water run over.
• The woman next to me looked like she was in her late twenty's and she was loading lards upon lards of foundation over her face. However, when I was done wiping off my make up, she finally turned to me.
• "Are you also here for Mr. Lopez?"
• "Who's Mr. Lopez." I was so confused and didn't realize I asked the question out loud until almost every woman's eyes was on me.
• "You're kidding right?" Another woman with lots of piecrrrimsg said with a smirk on her face like she expected me to agree I was joking, but I shook my head, confused as ever.
• "Where are you from?" The woman next to me said, and I felt flustered, but the piercing woman spoke up, having seen how embarrassed I was.
• "He's the son of late Mr. Richard Lopez and recently just inherited his father's properties worth billions. Currently he's unmarried and he also holds a large share in this club just like other companies.. "
• I felt a bit disinterested. What use is the information to me?
• "So, what's this about him?"
• "Well, he's here to pick a woman like he does every week to take home…"
• I roll my eyes and turn away from the woman, but I freeze in shock when the woman next to me adds.
• "He pays 1 million per night for every woman he takes home. Would you believe it?"
• 1 million?!
• That's 2x of what I needed for my mother's hospital bill and I could get it in one night.
• I suddenly turned to my plain looking face and unknowingly drew a finger across my pale skin, feeling my hallow cheeks and bony cheek bones and I remembered Chris's words.
• The women in here had nice curves and were beautiful in their own unique way, having even a sense of seductiveness to them.
• While me, I had no chance.
• And was I really willing to give away my Virginity? No.
• But was I ready to do anything to save my mom's life? Yes.
• I suddenly took note of the ankle length summer dress I had on, and without thinking, I ripped the ends of the dress until all was left was the ragged edges hugging my thighs and my entire legs left bare.
• The women stared at me like I was crazy, but I knew better than to care what they were thinking about when they knew nothing about me and what it took for me to make this decision within myself.
• I stared helplessly at my hair and drew out the hairband holding it up before letting it fall about my shoulders.
• Tossing the hairband away, I run my fingers through my hair, and without sparing them a glance, I walk out and head towards the bar.
• With my hair a hot mess and my gown so shirt now, my thighs were heavily exposed, I certainly gained enough attention, but I arrived at the bar, and using my card, bought a bottle of a strong alcohol.
• "Are you sure you want the whole bottle ma'am?" The bartender looked worried as I grabbed the bottle from him before he could pour It in to a cup and took a long swig of it.
• After several minutes, I was already getting drunk just sitting there and drinking, ignoring the men who approached me once in a while for a dance or to buy me a drink.
• I only had one person in mine and that was Mr. Lopez even though I had no fucking idea who he was, I just had a feeling he would be a man of esteemed reputation. If he was here, people will certainly make it obvious.
• As I kept taking a swig of my drink, I was already half drunk, one hand of my gown had slipped down my arm exposing a generous side of my cleavage and my face was red and flushed from drinking for long.
• Soon, a man suddenly sat down on a stool beside me, and I could tell he wasn't just there for a drink because he was staring at me.
• I glare at him and was taken aback for a bit, seeing how green his eyes were like that of a viper, glowing intimidating in the dark. His hair was midnight black and pulled back into a pony tail and his smirk made him look handsome as ever.
• He had a piercing on his ear, and the leather watch he had on his wrists with the gold entrustment matched with the necklace around his neck.
• I was drunk and I knew this guy had to be the most handsome man I had ever seen in my life.
• "Is this your first time in a club?"
• My eyed widened at the question, wondering what made it so obvious that he had to ask.
• "N- no." I lie, but my eyes betrayed me because his smirk grows into an amusing one.
• "Then are you with someone?" He raised a thick brow.
• "I… I'm… " I considered lying again, but he looked like the type who'd want to know who I was really with. So I shook my head.
• "And you're planning on finishing a whole bottle of liquor knowing no one will take you home. Are you looking to be laid tonight?"
• "Yes actually." I said and took another swig, but this time he grabs the bottle and slowly lowers it. I frown but he already had a frown etched on his face.
• "How old are you?"
• "What's this? An interview?" I pull my bottle from his grip and take another swig, ignoring him, not minding that one hand of my dress was finally down to my elbow and I was almost half baked. "I'm old enough to do what I want. And I want a night with Mr. Lopez."
• I was engrossed taking about swig that I missed the smirk and glint in his eyes as he suddenly asked.
• "Do you know who you're talking about?"