The Greeks Contract Marriage

CHAPTER TWO: MY LUCK

Bailey Madison sat on the steps at the back of the Ruby Strip Club, she had counted her tips at least five times and finally she had come to the realization that she had not made enough money.

She was surprised that tonight with the club being so full; she had hoped that she would come into some money to get herself out of this mess. Yet again, she had only made one hundred dollars.

Bailey had contemplated leaving the club a few times but she knew there was no hope, because no other strip club would pay her as well as The Ruby strip Club and to top it off, she was amongst the top Pole dancers at the club.

Even though she tried to reassure herself that everything would be okay, she still had her sister’s bills to pay and she was running out of time to raise enough money.

Bailey turned around at the sound of the backdoor slamming shut, her closest friend Donna was standing there; even with a pound of makeup on her face, she still looked tired from working the night. Climbing up those polls was not as easy as everyone thought it was.

“My breaks not over yet and I suggest you tell Henry that I won’t be working over time again!” Bailey yelled at her friend, who did not seem threatened by Baily’s threats.

“It’s not Henry, it’s some guy looking for you” Donna replied in a less than thrilled voice, causing Bailey to raise an eyebrow at her friend.

Bailey knew that it could not have possibly been any of her customers, who often wanted a private lap dance or pole dancing; they never came during busy nights. Men like her customers wanted to keep this side of their lives secret. For many people, strip clubs was a dirty place where only harlots danced and enticed married men.

Bailey laughed at the thought, because no knew how hard it was to get up on the pole and put your dignity behind yourself. Most importantly swallow your pride to make a living. Bailey turned towards her friend, got up from the floor and wiped her hands on the side of her torn booty shorts.

“Well I guess I have to meet him then, might just make an extra dollar or so” Bailey smiled, trying her best to keep positive at all times.

“Yeah, you and me both” Donna exclaimed. Bailey followed her friend into the noisy club, one thing Bailey hated was a noisy club but because of her job, she had no choice but to be here.

Donna pointed at the far corner of the club, in the lounge area. Whoever this man must have been, he must have been rich because only the rich and mighty could afford the private lounge seating behind the glass, away from the noise.

Bailey walked towards the lounge area and with every step; she had to remind herself that she was only doing this for the money, a skill she had learnt over the years.

She entered the lounge, her hand pressed onto the cold glass and as soon as she shut the door the sound of the loud music faded, a relief to her ears at once.

She walked around the chair, immediately a tall man stood up and he was now facing her, shocked was an understatement. He was not like any man she had ever met in her life. See this man was not like the perverted old men that came to the club to feast their eyes on her body.

This man was young, Caucasian, dark black hair that looked like he just stepped out of the shower and dark black marbled eyes.

Sexy

Bailey thought but she had to remind herself that this was nothing more than work and men like these do not just fall in love with women like her.

“Hello, pretty lady” he greeted her, causing Bailey too raise her eyebrows.  She was not used to men calling her pretty, they usually said things like sexy or hot.

“Hi” that was all she could manage at this point. She wanted the money, she wanted to leave as soon as possible, and this man dragged matters.

She tried to pull a seat out for herself but he got there before her, gesturing her to sit down onto the chair, another thing that Bailey did not expect.

“Thanks” She muttered and sat down and wasting no time, he pulled out a chair for himself and sat opposite her.

“I heard you are the best dancer here?” He told her, his face emotionless. Bailey eyed the man sitting in front of her; he was clearly not from around here.

“You’re not from around here?”

“Why would you say that?” He asked her. Bailey studied his clothing and every other piece of item on him, Yep she was sure that he was not from around here.

“Your clothing gives it away. I mean black shirt buttoned all the way to the top, leather jacket and Denim jeans with leather boots” He smiled at her, a reaction she did not expect. The men she knew would be offended at the thought of a woman studying their clothing.

“Is that not what all the other men are wearing?”

“Yeah but you’re different?”

“How so if I may ask?” He asked his voice cool, calm and collected.

“For one you’re wearing a Rolex watch, I mean a real one and not the knock off ones these men or my boss wears, your leather jacket is of good quality and those boots and jeans are surely designer”

Another smile appeared at the corner of the man’s lips, he looked down at his shoes and then back at her.

“You? surely know a lot about clothing, you should have become a designer, don’t you think”

“Why a designer when I could strip for men all night long?” Bailey responded sarcastically and she wished she had just shut up, bearing too much of herself again.

“Look I have a proposition for you that would do you very good to—” Bailey cut him short.

“Look I am a Pole dancer; I don’t sleep with the men I dance for. I’m not that kind of chic, so it was nice meeting you, have a nice” Bailey stood up from her chair and just as she was about to walk out the man pulled her hand, spinning her right into his embrace, so close that she could feel his warm breath onto her.

“I don’t want to sleep with you but I have a better offer, which is of course if you would accept”

Baily paused for a while, her mind racing thinking of all the illegal things that this man might ask of her. Bailey used her hand to push away from the strangers embrace, being so close to him, smelling his spacey and surely expensive cologne was doing thing to her. Things that no man has ever made her feel.

“What is it that you want? Because I am not going to allow myself to be coaxed into doing something against my will.

“Why is it that you always think the worst of me?”

Instead of being offended, the man smiled at her. Once again and gestured he gestured for her to sit down. Every fiber in Bailey’s body wanted her to disobey him but something about this man’s command made her obey him, so she sat, this time pulling out her own chair. With a quick swift, the man sat down again.

“Let’s start this again, my name is Demetrius, Demetrius Evan and I have an offer that you cannot refuse” He said.

The conversation was short between the two of them but it left Bailey speechless.  Here she sat with a man that was a stranger, not long ago and here he was offering Bailey her dreams on a silver platter and all for a seemingly small price to pay. He was offering her fifty thousand dollars and half will be paid as soon as she signed the contract and the rest after she fulfilled her end of the bargain.

“So Bailey, would you accept to be my pretend fiancé for the next one month?” the question echoed in Bailey’s head, she knew she would be a fool to say no to such an offer.

“I have one request though” She gathered up the courage and for the first time Demetrius showed some form of frustration with him clenching his jaw.

“And what would that be or do you want more money?” he asked, judging her for the type of lifestyle she lived.

“No! I do not want any more money. What I meant is that I hope that this contract does not involve me being your slave?” Bailey asked, hoping that Demetrius was in some way different from the type of men she had encountered during her life time.

“I don’t understand what you mean by slave, but if you think that I would keep you locked up in a room  then you are mistaken, I’m not the controlling kind” Demetrius answered her, without a hint of emotion in his tone.

“No I don’t mean that. I mean I hope you’re not expecting any s****l favors from me during this one month pretend-engagement?”

Demetrius did not look too impressed with Bailey and for just as second Bailey thought that he had ruined her chances of getting the money she needed for her sister’s medical bills and stay.

“I know we don’t know each other but let me tell you this, I have hundreds if not thousands of women at my beck and call. Therefore, the answer to your question is a resounding no. I will not expect you to sleep with me, as I said, we are pretending to be engaged” Bailey had no idea why she was hurt by what Demetrius had said to her, she had no idea if it had to do with him bragging about his s****l conquest or the mare fact that he plainly dismissed her.

Bailey forced a smile on her face and reached out her hand for his, signifying their deal made between the both of them. Demetrius smiled at her and took her hand.

“So I guess we have a deal then?” he asked Bailey.

“Well I guess we do then?”

Demetrius stood up from his chair and left Bailey standing there, he exited the private lounge, leaving Bailey confused about what to do next.

“Hey Bailey, it’s time to go” Bailey turned around and it was one of the security men calling her, it was time for her to get onto the stage yet again. She got up from the chair and walked towards the stage in her high heels, for now she was no longer Bailey, she was Elixir.

Demetrius stood outside the club, seated on the hood of his black Rolls-Royce waiting for Bailey.  He had stayed in the club, had some drinks and he even had a glimpse of Bailey dancing. He had to admit that she was a great dancer but the thought of men lusting after her was something he could not stomach, so he took a walk outside and he decided to wait for her.

It seemed like the hood where she lived was doomed. Men of all kinds came in and left drunk as if they had no jobs to do and no responsibilities. To make it worse all of them were looking at his car, making Demetrius wonder if they had never seen a Rolls-Royce in their lives before.

I should have just brought the Lamborghini, something less expensive, Demetrius thought to himself as he continued to eye the door of the club, patiently waiting for Bailey or rather Elixir to walk out.   

Just as he was about to enter the club again, Bailey walked out. She was dressed different, more covered up and laughing with some friends. Then she stopped, her eyes focused on the car, causing her jaw to drop to the floor.

Demetrius looked behind himself at his car, now he was definitely sure that he should have brought the Lamborghini. He turned back to face her and like a gust of wind, Bailey had walked away from her friends and she was now in front of him.

“Are you crazy, if you’re trying to fit in this is not the way to do it?” Bailey whispered at him, not disguising the anger in her tone. Demetrius simply stared at her, confused about what she was angry about.

“I can see you don’t understand, Demetrius you shouldn’t bring cars like this here, it draws too much attention to yourself”

“Yeah I figured, I should have just brought a smaller car like a Ferrari maybe” Bailey’s eyes widened as she slapped her hand onto her forehead.

“You know what just go”

“You mean we should go?” Demetrius asked Bailey, leaving her lost in translation.

“What do you mean, ‘we’?” Bailey asked. A smile crept up onto Demetrius’ lips as he walked closer to Bailey, closing the gap between the two of them.

“When we shook hands inside that filthy lounge of yours, the deal was in effect. I’ll be taking you to your house to get your bags”

Bailey took a step back from Demetrius, being so close to him and feeling his breath on her skin drove her insane to the point where thinking was not an option.

“Why would I get my bags from my house?”

“Bailey I’m sure that you’re a pretty smart girl, smart enough to figure out that you are moving in with me” Demetrius told her.