ABSOLUTE INSANITY: A forbidden bond
Chapter 54: ★Why does he pop?★

Chapter 54: ★Why does he pop?★

~Chapter 54~

I walked away from Ja, shaking off the unsettling feeling that I was being watched, but still glanced around the club, scanning the crowded room and everyone seemed to be focused on their own conversations or the music.

Shrugged it off as mere paranoia, telling myself I was just being silly.

After all, I was in a crowded club, surrounded by people. What was the likelihood of someone actually watching me? I pushed the thought aside and focused on my work.

My first task of the night was to restock the shelves with bottles of liquor and mixers before serving. I worked efficiently, moving quickly as I arranged the bottles in neat rows.

Just as I was finishing up, Marcus, the creepy club’s manager, appeared at my side, his presence making my skin crawl.

He had been totally opposed to me working at the club when the boss first hired me, and I wasn’t surprised that he would try to make my life a living hell.

His disdain for me was obvious, and I could feel his eyes still holes into me.

"Katya," he called out my name, making me feel like I was being summoned to the principal’s office.

Seriously, can’t this day get any worse. my anxiety was spiking as I wondered what I had done wrong this time.

Forcing myself to meet his gaze and trying not to show him how intimidated I was. "Do you need anything?" I questioned, suppressing my irritation at him with so much effort.

Marcus’s hands were casually tucked into his pockets, but his eyes were far from casual as he looked me up and down.

His gaze lingering on my exposed thighs where the ridiculously short uniform barely covered me. I tried tugging down the fabrics as his eyes striped me bare

I’m sure he had a hand in designing this damned uniform.This wasn’t clothing; it was a thinly veiled excuse to objectify the staff and I felt my anger boiling, biting it back, refusing to give Marcus the satisfaction of getting under my skin but only his mere presence was enough to make me angry.

I cleared my throat, breaking Marcus out of his trance-like state, clearing his throat, too, gravelly roughly making me wince.

"We’re short-staffed tonight, and I need you to cover more tables," he finally said, glancing around the club, before returning to me.

His gaze was still unpleasant, but at least it was no longer lecherous. "You’ll need to move quickly and keep up with the demand." He paused, narrowing his eyes into slits "Can I count on you to do that"

I nodded my head with a small, "okay", sounding as neutral as possible. But inside, I was actually relieved.

More work meant more pay, and I desperately needed the extra cash. The thought of the debt motivated me to take on the extra workload without complaint.

Marcus expression was unreadable as he looked at me for a moment longer.

He hummed to himself and turned to walk away. I watched him go to wherever he came from, relieved that the uncomfortable encounter was over.

Spinning on my heel, I grasped the tray tightly in my hands and began walking carefully up the stairs that led to the VIP section.

The music grew louder and the air thickened with the smell of expensive perfume and champagne as I climbed higher.

Seeing the outlines of rich-looking men seated on plush couches, chatting and laughing with each other.

Some of the club’s strippers were already working the room, dancing and grinding to the music with ease.

I didn’t judge them or blame them for doing what they had to do to survive. This world was a cruel place, and everyone had to do what they could to make ends meet.

If I hadn’t landed this job at the club and càfe, who knows what I would have been doing to make a living?

The bouncer guarding the VIP lounge nodded curtly to me and he pulled open the red velvet ropes, allowing me to pass into the exclusive section.

I smiled politely and walked through the opening, taking in the rich decorations and the wealthy patrons who lounged on the plush couches.

Making my way to the first lounge, my short heels clicking on the polished floor as I carefully balanced the tray of drinks.

Setting the drinks down in front of the group of rowdy men, one of them - a portly, middle-aged guy with a lustful grin - tried to pull me into his lap.

I yanked away sharply, trying to get myself out from his grasp without causing a scene.

My heart was thudding as I prayed that he wouldn’t be persistent or - worse still - complain to Marcus about my behavior.

I knew that I wasn’t exactly the most popular person among the club’s staff, and I couldn’t afford to lose my job.

But at the same time, I refused to be treated like a piece of meat or a personal plaything. I wasn’t a stripper, and I wasn’t going to be forced into behaving like one.

The man’s face turned red but to my surprise he didn’t utter a word, nor did he bother to look back at me as I swiftly made a zigzag line, weaving through the crowded room to escape.

Practically running down the stairs, until I reached the bottom, tugging at the ridiculously short shorts, trying to yank them down to a more decent level.

But, of course, they sprang right back up, clinging to my thighs.

I let out a frustrated sigh and made my way to Ja, who was busy mixing drinks with his usual flair.

He caught my eye and flashed me a small, encouraging smile, accompanied by a playful blow kiss.

Rolling my eyes at his antics, feeling a tiny spark of gratitude for his attempts to lift my spirits.

I filled my tray once more with the VIP drinks, hoping I wouldn’t encounter any more creeps like the guy upstairs.

"Katya, wait up!" I was about passing ja again when he called out to me, waving me over with a jerk of his head.

I turned, raising an eyebrow in question, and let out a soft sigh. What did Ja want now? I walked back to him.

"What’s up, Ja?" I whispered, standing at the side of the bar where no customers were sitting.

The bar was a flurry of activity, with Ja expertly juggling multiple orders and conversations at once.

I watched in awe as he expertly mixed drinks, handed out change, and charmed the patrons with his bright smile.

And yet, he had taken the time to wave me over, leaving me wondering what was so important that can’t wait.

"Katya, you remember Sandra?"Ja walked over to my side quickly, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint

Sandra? My mind flashed back to the first day I started working at the club. Sandra had been a fellow waitress, or so I thought.

In reality, she had turned out to be a snobbish witch who took great pleasure in making my life miserable.

I frowned, recalling the way she had insulted me from head to toe, her voice dripping with venom as she told me to "know my lane" when she saw creepy Marcus giving me a tour of the club.

"Yeah, I remember Sandra," I replied, thinking what Ja was getting at. What did Sandra have to do with anything?

Ja leaned in closer to me and he whispers. "She got fired, hahaha," he boomed with laughter but his laughter was short-lived, as he quickly realized I wasn’t sharing in his joke.

Instead, I was seething with frustration, my eyes blazing with irritation.

What was wrong with this guy? Did he really stop me from doing my job just to share some juicy gossip?

And what’s worse, did he want me to get fired too? I glared at him, my day was getting worse more and more.

"Did you just stop me to say this, Jameson?" I asked, using his full name to convey my annoyance.

Ja’s laughter faltered, and he took a step back, his eyes darting nervously to the side. "Ah ha, Katya...I...I thought you would want to hear how it happened," he stammered, raising his arm in a mock surrender.

I sighed, my anger dissipating slightly. "I need to get back to work," I said, moving out from his side before pausing.

"When I’m done, I need the full gist, Ja." A small grin spread across my face, reassuring him that I wasn’t completely mad – at least, not yet.

Ja’s face lit up with relief, and he smiled back at me. "Ohh, you’re gonna love it, hahaha!" he burst out laughing, doubling over, holding his stomach.

He was laughing so hard that tears were welling up in his eyes, and his face had turned a deep shade of red. I couldn’t stop chuckle that left me, my annoyance forgotten in the face of his infectious laughter.

Slowly composing himself but still grinning from ear to ear as he wiped away tears from his eyes. "Man, I gotta tell you the whole story later," He went back to his job, still chuckling to himself and shaking his head, which only piqued my curiosity.

What could be so funny that it got Ja laughing this hard? I shook my head with a small laugh, moving on to the VIP section.

Making my way to the next lounge, while keeping my head down, focusing on the drinks tray in my hands.

I dropped off the drinks with a quick smile, but as I looked up, my eyes met those piercing blue eyes that had been on my mind all day long.

Him~The man in the suit with blue eyes that had walked into the café earlier that day.

My heart skipped a beat as our eyes met, a shiver dripping down my spine.

Why did he keep popping up today?

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