The Quadruplet Alpha’s Broken Mate

{Lilith’s POV} I spun around the pole not a care in the world, my lingerie clinging to my curves in all the right places. I looked out slowly across the crowd, the club was packed, like it always was on Saturday nights. I flipped upside down, and did the splits, holding my body firmly against the pole. I grabbed my leg and adjusted the pole in between my thigh and calf. I spun upside down, and slowly descended to the floor, dropping into the splits and bouncing up and down. My short stature only helped by my platform heels, I stood at only 5’2, 5’8 in the heels, my deep auburn hair was done in a high pony tail, it’s length still hitting my mid back. I was wearing maroon lingerie that clung to my curves as though it were glued on. I wore long black stockings, as I always did, trying to cover up the scars on my thigh was hard when since I’m an exotic dancer. The song ended and I smiled as the audience applauded. I walked slowly back to the dressing room, and grabbed my clothes. I quickly changed into a skin tight black dress, it was low cut in the front, and so short I had to be careful if I bent over. I walked back out to the bar, and started my shift as a bar tender. I began mixing drinks and sending them out to the patrons, and soon the people in the room were buzzing around waiting for the next dancer. I loved this job, and was always so ready for my shift to start. I’ve always been more of a night owl, even when I was in the orphanage. Working nights has its many perks, it also means I spend less time at home with Carson.. speak of the devil. There he came waltzing into the club, and heading over to my place behind the bar. He was quite a bit taller than me standing at 5’11. His hair was dirty blonde, greasy, and he always had it slicked back. He kept a clean shaven face, and always wore a cocky smile. “How much longer are you going to stay working here?” He asked in a snarky tone. “No woman of mine should be showing off MY body!” He yelled out possessively. My mind took me back to that dark room, when he pulled a knife on me and began carving his initials into the back of my thigh. The lettering took up the entirety of the side of my thigh, blood poured down, as pain radiates through my leg. That was months ago, but the scars never healed properly. I shook off the painful memory, and his words began to frustrate me. “Go home Carson! You’re going to get me in trouble, and if I get fired, you won’t have a roof over your head and food in your belly!” I said under my breath. He sneered at me then turned up his nose, he flashed me a cruel look, I knew what it meant. I was in for it when I went home.. he turned walking out of the club. He always came here to check up on me, sometimes trying to start fights with some of the male patrons that look my way. I loved him though, most people wouldn’t understand. He was the only person who ever really cared for me. I never got adopted out, and though I was placed in many foster homes, no one ever kept me long. They said I was hard to “manage”. My heart sank every time they sent me back. I always got a verbal lashing from the warden of the orphanage, along with berated and bullied by the other children. I began cleaning off the bar where some patrons had left, when a tall muscular man walked to the bar in front of me. His hair shaggy, it was a mousy brown color, and his skin was tanned. He was easily 6’0, and towered over me even with my heels on. His face looked as though it had been sculpted by gods. He was easily the most handsome mad I had ever seen. He smiled at me, and I shook my intrusive thoughts out. I quickly went back into business mode. “What can I get for you?” I asked setting down the rag I was using. He smirked and sat down on the barstool. “Well, actually I was here to hire you and maybe a few other dancers for a private event, I could also use your bartending skills if you wouldn’t mind. I’ll pay handsomely of course!” He said, a grin that I couldn’t quite read spread across his lips. I looked into his eyes, and took a moment to think, “How much?” I asked thinking it over. I had done private events before so this isn’t a new thing for me. “Also what is the event for, and where will it be held?” I asked in my business voice. “We were thinking $2000 for the whole night! Also any tips you make there are yours of course, and you will be provided with the equipment that will be needed for the show including outfits, and anything else you may need.” He said pulling out a checkbook. “I work for the McNeil group, and we’re having our annual get together. I’m Drew, one of the managers in the McNeil group! It’ll be at the McNeil business center here in town! I figured having some dancers and drinks will be a perfect way to spice things up this year!” He chuckles out. “Those hard as*** need to learn how to have a little fun!” I laughed out, finding the sentiment amusing. “Business men usually do have issues letting go, but to be honest with you, half of the patrons here are in some kind of big business. I’ll ask some of the other dancers, I’m sure they’ll be up for it. As for me, I’ll be there.” I said smiling and shaking his hand. He shook mine back then wrote out a check for $1000. “You’ll get the other half at the end of the night. It’ll be tomorrow night, be there at 8:00PM sharp to begin serving drinks! I know Sunday’s are usually weird days, but it’s when the boss’ decided to have their meeting!” He said shrugging. “I understand, I’ll be there tomorrow night. I said placing the check in my stocking then returning to pour drinks. Money like this isn’t easy to come by, so normally I always say yes to private events, I know that Carson won’t like it, but it’s for both of us. I shrugged off the thought of Carson and went back to work until my shift ended. I made my way out of the club, pulling on my leather jacket and my helmet and taking off towards home, time to explain this job to Carson, this will be a fun night!