Chapter 4. Luck

Avery’s POV

I am introduced to my new coworkers in the VIP section by my boss, Mr. Marcini, the club manager. Most of them stare at me wide-eyed before they are dismissed. I don’t blame them; even I was shocked when I saw myself in the mirror.

My new uniform is a knee-length pink glimmering gown that hugs my curves, and its neck is cut low with thin straps. My red hair was curled, and my makeup was done by Brenda. In one word, I looked ravishing.

“You are so sexy.” I hear a male voice speak behind me. I turn, and my jaw drops at the sight before me. A tall guy with curly brown hair and green eyes is smiling at me with his hands stretched for a handshake. Only one word comes to mind: hot.

I feel my cheeks heat, and I am thankful for the red lighting, which helps conceal my blush. “Thank you.” I reply, accepting his handshake.

“Brandy, Brandy Lorenzo, That’s my name.” He introduces himself, a smirk on his lips as he notices my reaction.

“Uhm, I am Avery.” I reply before taking my hands from his grip. He wants to say something, but someone interrupts.

“Avery, go serve the people in private room one.” It is my new coworker. I think her name is Mandy, and I don’t miss the hostile look she passes me as she hands me the small paper containing the orders.

“I will see you later, Ave.” Brandy gives me a wink, and I nod wordlessly before walking away to serve the orders.

My heart beats erratically as I am handed my first tray of drinks to serve in the VIP section. I climb the stairs and look for private room 1, which I immediately see on the first turn to the right.

The men guarding the door push it open when they see me. I smile politely at them before going inside, and the loud laughter echoing across the walls of the dimly lit room greets my ears.

A loud whistle from someone almost causes quietness in the room, and I feel my legs weaken from the harsh glares the ladies sitting beside the men pass me. I muster courage and wordlessly walk to the center, where the table is placed to pour the drinks.

Everyone in the room is clearly drunk except for a man who is smoking alone on the other end of the room. I can’t see his face, but I feel his chilling gaze on my back, and I oddly feel a sense of familiarity. My heart thuds again, and I pour the drinks faster. Thankfully, I am soon done and about to walk away when I hear a voice—a familiar deep voice speaking.

“Are you not going to fill my glass?”

I turn wide-eyed, and the questions fly out of my mouth before I can stop myself. “Mr. Ethan? What are you doing here?”

What sort of luck is this?

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Ethan’s POV

I had been restless since I left Avery after I gave her my conditions. I went home and was told my grandmother had taken the twins to her mansion for the night. I would have loved to spend some time with them, but it is fine. Nana loves them so much, and it is understandable.

My phone vibrates. It is a text from my friend, Anthonio, inviting me to the club. I prefer to bury my head in some work that needs my attention since my insomnia would persist, but I can use the distraction to clear my thoughts or even seek some pleasure tonight.

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The private room is filled with loud laughter from my friends and their companions for the night. I am the only one seated on the other end smoking because I don’t find any of the ladies present interesting, and I am beyond irritated because I know why.

The door to the private room opens, and I hear someone whistle. I raise my head, and I feel numb from the soul-blinding lust that travels through me as my eyes settle on the reason for my constant thoughts.

Avery is dressed in a tight dress that ends above her knees and outlines her sexy curves. I catch a fair amount of cleavage peeking from underneath the dress, and I control myself from wrapping a coat around her to cover her. I find myself thinking about how soft her red hair will feel in my palms. She has that much effect on me, and I wonder if the self-control I have built over the years is gone.

Thankfully, all my friends are so engrossed in their drunken discussions that they do not gawk at her.

She fills their glasses and is already on her way outside when I stop her. Nice try, kitten, but no one escapes me.

“Are you not going to fill my glass?” I find myself saying, and a burst of satisfaction fills me as I see the shock spread on her face when she turns around. Yeah, kitten, have you missed me already?

“Mr. Ethan? What are you doing here?”

“Are you asking me what I am doing in my own club?” I ask, amazed at how I never knew she worked for me.

Yeah, I had her investigated, lust or not. I needed to know why a woman who willingly agreed to be a surrogate is stalking my kids, but I don’t find anything suspicious from her end except uncovering the anonymous source updating her about the twins. That’s not a problem. Marcus was slacking, and I have to remind him to behave one of these days.

“I am sorry, sir.” She gasps an apology, quickly bending to fill my glass, and my thoughts wander off as my eyes rake her entire body.

I am a man of my words, and I have never made spontaneous decisions except when they involve this woman. Fuck, this is bad, but you never live until you risk your life, and I am willing to take this risk—a sweet risk.

“Let’s do it tonight.” I breathe, stubbing my cigarette on the ashtray.

The earlier I got this woman out of my head, the better for my sanity.

“W…what do you mean?” She stutters inaudibly, but my sharp ear catches her words.

I gesture for her to come closer, a smirk on my lips as I notice the frightened expression on her face before I whisper into her ears. “I want to fuck you tonight.”

I want you screaming my name tonight, baby.