Page 15 of Queen Of Clubs

Now- Four Years Later

Jade

“HEY.” I SMILE AT ROGER, the door man, as I walk up the steps to The High Roller for my shift. He takes the phone in his hand and slips it into his back pocket.

“Jade.” He nods his head. “How was your day off?”

Stopping to talk to him, I cross my arms and shrug. “Not bad. Slept in, then kind of just spent the day walking around the strip. Spending money on things I don’t need but can’t seem to help but buy anyways.” I laugh.

He chuckles. “What was it this time? A stuffed animal to add to your nest along with the millions you’ve been accumulating, snacks to hoard in your mini fridge, or clothes you're never going to wear?” he asks with amusement, raising a brow in question.

If you didn’t know Roger like the staff does, at first glance, he comes off as a big, scary alpha. The man is tall, buff as hell, with a bald head. He looks intimidating, but deep down, he’s really a sweetheart.

He takes his job very seriously and works hard to keep the girls safe.

“Wanna take a guess?” I do my best not to smile.

“All of the above?”

“Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner!” I laugh. “You know me too well.”

“That I do,” he chuckles. “Hey, have a good shift today, okay?”

“I’ll try my best.” I wink as he opens the door wide for me.

“And, Jade...”

I look up as I step into the building.

“Yeah?”

His face softens. “Happy four years.”

The smile on my face falls a little. “Thanks.” Roger takes his place inside by the door as I continue into the club.

It’s been four years today since I walked through those golden doors, hoping to get a bit of good luck in my life, to be able to start the new one I desperately wanted.

The plan was to work for a bit, save up some money, move away, and start over. Only that didn’t happen.

The moment I walked in here, I almost turned around and ran back to the center. I was a nervous eighteen year old newly presented omega, but before I could get very far, a tall blonde older omega stopped me.

Leisha asked for my name and why I was here. It took me a few minutes to stop feeling like I was about to be sick before I spilled it all. Leisha has that effect on you.

I told her about being in foster care, not having anyone to help me out, and that I needed a job. She asked for my ID, went upstairs, came back down ten minutes later and said I was hired.

She gave me a pair of black leggings and a T-shirt, and told me to sit at the bar to observe for the night.

There was something about the atmosphere of the place that sold me. Omegas were the ones in charge and all the rich alphas in the room knew it.

They could toss their money around all they wanted, but if the omega wasn’t into it, they said no without a second thought, and no one caused a fuss about it.

And if they did, they were removed from the club. It’s called The High Roller for a reason.

For the first few months, I worked four nights a week and lived at the center. But as I got more comfortable and confident with my job and the club, I moved into the apartments on the basement level of the building.

Over time, I went from server to filling in on stage for the girls. I did both until last year when I turned twenty-one. That's when I started part-time bartending. I was doing a little bit of everything. And I loved it.

I felt free when I was on stage. It was an adrenaline rush knowing that all these hungry alphas watched me move on stage as I danced, salivating for me. I held all the control.

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