HIS VICTIM:she’s my cure.

Chapter three

AUDREY’S POV

The smell of sweat, cigarettes and alcoholic drink hit me when I walked into the club. It was always like this in the club. Sometimes it’s fun to be here while other times it’s like a war to be here.

Working in a club has not always been my dream, serving tables isn’t my dream either but what other choice do I have when I don’t have a graduating certificate, this girl got bills and more bills to pay.

“Oh, look who we have here.” The girl who hates me in the club said as I walked to the counter.

I rolled my eyes and called her with a fake smile, “Hey Jessie.” she frowned.

“Don’t act all friendly like we care about each other.” Like I care about you, I ignored her and faced my favorite person.

“Hi Audrey, you are early today.” He said, holding my shoulder, and before I could reply, Miss busy body answered instead. Just what’s your problem, lady?

“Yes she is, and it’s actually the first time she has ever come to the club early.” Jessie jested with an eye roll. Come on girl, I'm not your problem.

“Jess, stop being a meanie.” Mason gave me an apologizing look. Okay, let me clear things out here, Jessie is mad at me or let’s say hates me because she’s in love. When I said love, I mean she’s head over heels with Mason, but Mason doesn’t give her any signal or time, and she thinks I’m the cause of it because well, as you have seen, Mason is mostly on my side in the club. Hey! It’s not my fault that am pretty.

“Listen guys am not paying you to gossip okay but to work.” Mr grumpy Robb said and when I hear his name I sometimes imagine what kind of name is Robb, hmm maybe he was a robber in his previous life. LOL.

“Sorry sir.” We apologized and the said man snorted. “Get to work.” I rolled my eyes at him before going to the worker's room.

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AUDREY

“Audrey get a bottle of martini and two glasses and follow me.” Robb ordered and I did as I was told. I followed him and as we walked past different tables, I saw the looks guys gave to me, but I waved them off, one even tried to touch my ass but the glare I gave to him showed him his place, ‘sigh* this is the reason I like serving at the counter. We got to the end of the club, and I was asked to drop the glasses and martini on the table and I made to go.

“Audrey, who’s going to fill the glasses.” Grumpy Robb asked, so I turned back and the face I had been planing on not seeing again was the one sitting on the table. Robb left as I opened the drink with just one thing in my mind *why on earth will that man leave me here alone?* I poured the drink with shaky hands and was able to do it successfully and as I turned to leave that husky voice that’s like a bedroom voice stopped me.

“Wait.” I turned to him, letting my hair cover my face.

“I need some ice.” but the drink was cold *weird guy* who asks for ice when your drink is cold and in a bucket of ice. After putting the ice in his drink, he stopped me again when I wanted to leave, gosh! What is wrong with these people?

“Have we met before.” He asked, trying to see my face. *yes, I’m the girl you made to massage you for 3 and half hours*.

“No sir, maybe you mistook me for someone else.” He held my hand tightly, and I bit my lip.

“Hey! It’s you, the strong – hand girl from DA hotel, right.” He asked with a smirk *busted*.

“Emm.......o…no sir, I don’t know you.” I stuttered biting my lip *leave me alone* I So wanted to yell at him.

“I know it’s you, black hair, brown eyes and your horrible voice, so it’s definitely you.” I frowned, horrible voice? This guy got to be kidding me right now.

“Why? Because I said you had a horrible voice.” His smirk widened and all I could do was to run.