ABSOLUTE INSANITY: A forbidden bond
Chapter 53: ★JA★

Chapter 53: ★JA★

~Chapter 53~

Adjusting the uniform, trying to tug the trousers down to a more decent length, but it was no use.The outfit was designed to be revealing, to showcase the staff’s bodies.

Making me feel more like a commodity, than a staff, a product to be exploited for the club’s gain.

But I had no choice. I needed the pay, and I was willing to endure this humiliation to get it.

I stepped out of the cramped uniform room, the bright lights and pulsating music of the club enveloping me.

But it was still early, the main event yet to begin, and the music played softly in the background.

I made my way through the little crowded floor, weaving past the scattered tables and chairs. I spotted Jameson, the bartender, already stationed behind the counter, his eyes observed me as I approached.

"Good evening, Ja," I said, reaching out to grasp the counter as I slid onto a stool.

Jameson but I call him ja flashed me a warm smile as he expertly mixed a drink with one hand.

I reached over to the counter, snatching a glass of drink. It was my usual drink, a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, expertly mixed by Ja’s skilled hands.

He’d been making it for me since my first day on the job, and it had become a comforting ritual, a small but significant perk in an otherwise demanding job.

The juice was tart and sweet, as I raised the glass to my lips, taking a sip. The flavors exploding on my tongue and I swallowed, closing my eyes, savoring the taste.

I still vividly remember our first encounter, because it was an awkward one and it was now printed into my memory.

Ja had walked into the back door, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on me. I was struggling to get into the uniform, fumbling with the complicated fastenings of the shirt and bra.

It was all so unfamiliar to me, and I was very clumsy trying to dress myself.

Ja’s expression was kind and understanding as he strode over and helped me. And as he stepped back to examine his handiwork, his eyes landed on the scars that crisscrossed my arms and back.

But Ja’s expression didn’t change; he didn’t react or comment. Instead, he pretended like he hadn’t seen anything out of the ordinary.

"So, what’s your favorite drink?" he’d asked, breaking the tension.

I frowned for a moment before responding, "Orange juice." Ja smiled and nodded. "I’ll make sure to have some ready for you every day," he promised and left me standing there, taken aback by his kindness.

But I hadn’t have time to process it further, finishing getting dressed and making my way back to the club. But when I arrived, Ja greeted me with a warm smile and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

"Welcome to your first day," he said, handing me the glass. "I promised you your favorite drink, and I always keep my promises."

I took a sip of the juice, it was the perfect antidote to my nerves, and I smiled at Ja genuinely.

In that moment, I knew that Ja was someone special. He was the only person outside of Aria and Frank who had shown me kindness and acceptance without judgment.

And as I looked into his warm, brown eyes, I saw trust that I hadn’t felt in a long time.

Ja dropped the hand towel he was using to wipe down the counter, his eyes moving onto mine with a shake of his head. "Who told you to take the drink, hmm?" he asked, a sly grin spreading across his face, mirroring the one I had on mine

I took a long sip of the orange juice, savoring the tangy flavor before responding. "Well, who else is the drink for, hmm?" I shot back with a grin.

Ja was someone who had a way of making me feel at ease.

He had a calming presence that seemed to wash away all my worries. I felt comfortable around him, like I could be myself without fear of judgment.

Ja let out a loud laugh, shaking his head once more. "What if I poisoned it?" he teased, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Don’t trust too much, Katya."

He picked up his hand towel and began cleaning the counter again. I watched him for a moment, feeling a sense of unease creep in.

Looking back at my drink, doubts swirling around my head. Was I trusting too much? I had just met Ja two days ago, and yet I felt like I could trust him with my life. But was that just naivety?

I shouldn’t trust him so quickly. I barely knew him. But there was something about Ja that put me at ease, something that made me feel like I could trust him but don’t!

"I didn’t poison it, Katya," Ja said with a chuckle, bringing me out of my head "and if I did, you would have already been dead. After all, you drank it, lol."

He laughed out loud and I gave him a playful glare, pouting my lips in mock annoyance.

Despite my pretend anger, I still brought the glass to my lips, savoring the last drops of sweetness.

The orange juice was refreshing, and I needed to finish it off or I might die.

With a satisfied sigh, I pushed myself up from the stool and joined Ja behind the counter.

Together, we worked in hand, arranging the bar aree. Ja showed me where everything went, from the bottles of liquor to the garnishes and mixers.

I followed his instructions, my hands moving quickly as I helped him set up.

As we worked, the club began to come alive around us. The music grew louder, the lights flashing more rapidly as the DJ started to get into the zone.

Not long, the bar was fully stocked and ready to go. Ja gave me a nod of approval. "Thanks for your help, Katya." I nodded back at him waving him and walking to do my job.