Reject A Billionaire

Chapter 3

　　Bryce's POV

　　"What the hell is this place?" I demand with irritation. We have been driving for over 30 minutes before Tyler finally pulls over in front of a club. This place looks like a cheap club and I wonder what is special about this place if it's just a club.

　　He smirks. "We are here already."

　　"Why did you bring me here when there are several clubs...."

　　"This is not just a club", he cut me short and takes off his seatbelt.

　　I roll my eyes at him. "This is the Queen's Palace", I say in sarcasm.

　　Tyler made it look like this place is a special place to make me forget my sorrows and I was anticipating what it is like.

　　Looking over the club from where I am seated in his car, there is nothing remarkable about it, it is just like the others we passed by on our way coming here. My anger has dissipated already but seeing that this place is not up to my expectation, I can't help but remember what happened.

　　He laughs. "Let's go."

　　"What is this place? Why is it called The Queen's Palace?" I ask as I get down from the car.

　　"This is my newest place of attraction, where I come to lay my worries", he spread his arms out wide dramatically.

　　"Don't be silly. This is just a club, why do you have to bring me all the way here?"

　　"Because this place is extraordinary, let's go", he grabs my hand.

　　"You keep saying special and I am not seeing the specialty", I argue, with a scowl. He gives the bouncers at the door a few dollars before they let us in.

　　"This looks like a lowlife club", I remark when we are inside. I am looking around the place bubbling with life and people. There are girls everywhere.

　　The bright light at the stage comes on and some girls began to take the stairs up the stage, it is obvious they want to dance.

　　"Let's get this straight, then", he faces me, blocking my view of the girls. "I think it's high time I tell you already, what this", he points towards the stage. "is all about."

　　I furrow my brows in confusion. I am here in hope of getting rid of Ariel's thoughts and getting laid, the silly girl left me after making me horny. Now I don't understand a thing about Tyler's explanation of this place.

　　"I'm all ears", I fold my arms.

　　"This is a bordello", he blurts out with a wide grin on his face.

　　My brows creased in confusion again before I exclaim. "What? A bordello?"

　　"Yes. Let's go." He grabs me with my confused expression as we venture into the clubhouse. I am wondering what the hell he means by a bordello when all I am seeing is the sign of men and women having fun and the place looking like a club.

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　　Crystal's POV

　　I move swiftly towards the clubhouse. The bordello is connected to the clubhouse and the mansion Queen's mother built for herself.

　　The whole building is surrounded by bodyguards to monitor the movement of those coming in and to ensure that none of the girls escapes. There is a rumor about a room with computers, gadgets and devices that are used to check every one of the girls and what they do on a daily basis.

　　No one can escape from this hell hole.

　　I thought of escaping but the next day after trying to devise a way, Sarah escaped and was caught. She vanished into thin air.

　　Nobody knows where she is and if she is still alive but there is a high probability that she has been killed. I haven't tried to think of escaping since then, because my mind has been clouded with fear of death if I am caught in the act.

　　It's been two years since I got here and I can't even point out a good thing I have done in those two years. Queen Mother made us sign a contract which states that she will let us go after five years with our savings.

　　She doesn't give us a dime, she keeps the savings for us with the promise that she will give us back when it is time to go. I have doubts about the contract and I don't even know what else to think about the whole thing.

　　Queen mother is a heartless fellow and I doubt if she will ever let us go. Letting us go means releasing us and giving us the freedom to tell the cops what she is doing to us, but after a second thought, I realized telling the cops will do no good. She has connections in high places and can not be accused of trafficking.

　　"Where the hell are you going in that dress?" I hear her loud voice before I hear the sound of her shoe. She wears dinner gowns every evening, looking gorgeous like someone expecting guests that she invited for a party.

　　I am a few distances away from the clubhouse, the pathway leading to the clubhouse is always filled with people trying to go into the bordello or clubhouse. Instead of taking the path, Queen's mother tells us to always take the backdoor to the clubhouse.

　　I turn to face her. She looks stunning as always. I bow in greeting. "Jackson informed me that it is time", I mutter softly, pretending not to know what she is saying.

　　"You know this dress isn't for today", she rails at me. I know what she is saying. This dress is allowed on days when I can't strip dance but I have no idea why I feel like wearing this today.

　　"I just thought..."

　　"Keep your thoughts to yourself", she flicks her finger at me, as if throwing a piece of paper away. "Go back in there and change."

　　Before I can protest, Jackson appears from nowhere. "You know it doesn't matter what she wears. She always attracts these men's attention no matter how shabby she looks", he points out to my relief. He is saying the truth, whether I am in a big ugly gown or not, whether I am in panties and bra, these men keep wanting me every night.

　　Queen Mother glares at me. "You will be in trouble if no one shows interest in you tonight", she says firmly and twirls back.

　　She leaves me standing. Jackson flashes me a smile before following behind like he always does. We call him the Queen Mother's dog.

　　I sigh heavily and turn back to continue my walk. I can see the other girls coming from their room directions. We have different rooms and there is a staircase leading to each.

　　I see Brenda and our eyes interlock. She smiles sweetly and I did the same. Brenda is one of those people who tries to let me see the beauty of life despite everything happening. She has a positive aura that surrounds her and everyone she associates herself with. She is my best friend and confidant.

　　I keep walking till I get to the door separating where I am coming from the clubhouse, I can hear the music already.

　　The other girls are behind me and If I don't move, we will soon form a queue. I open the door and go out with closed eyes, allowing the other girls to pass. I don't know why I feel this anxious today, it feels like the first time I was asked to come down and dance. I did it in tears but no one was moved by my tears.

　　With my eyes closed, I can feel the girls passing from the swift blow of air. When I am sure they are all gone and now on the stage, I open my eyes and look around. I feel uneasy like something is going to happen.

　　I keep looking around lost in thought until my eyes fall on the man at the door. He seems to be arguing with the other man who is smiling and pointing towards the stage direction. When they both turn back to come inside, I see his face well and I gasp.

　　"Bryce?"