Page 22 of Queen Of Clubs

It’s not that I can’t do that; we’re allowed to take vacation time, and I have more than enough money to fund it. It’s that I don’t want to go alone. As fun as it would be to experience these things, I want someone to experience them with.

But being so afraid of getting hurt again, I’ve closed myself off to everyone around me, making that impossible for myself.

I was just offered the chance and turned it down because I also don’t want to do these things with strings attached. If I said yes to Calvin, he’s going to think we’re something more than what we actually are.

Calvin seems like a good alpha. He’s good looking, has money and his life together. He could probably give me the life I once dreamed of.

The only thing is that the life I once dreamed of was meant to be with other alphas. Maybe I should stop letting the past get in the way of my future.

Giving myself a once over, I grab my alpha blocker nasal spray, taking a hit before I head back up to the main part of the club.

It’s the only thing that allows me to do this job with a level head. The mix of tempting alpha pheromones when I first started working here had me flustered all the time, meaning I was always horny. And it made it very hard not to slick myself and drive alphas into a rut.

Unfortunately, I’m just a very sensitive omega. The smell of an alpha or their touch affects me instantly.

I’ve been using the spray for years and haven’t smelled an alpha in just as long. The spray is a miracle worker.

“Hey,” I greet Leisha when I find her over by the bar.

“Everything good?”

“Yup. All cleaned and ready to finish my shift.”

“Good.” She nods. “Also, someone was looking for you, and it wasn’t Calvin.”

My whole body freezes, my heart pounding in my chest. Was it Charles? Did he find me after all these years?

“What did he look like?” I ask, trying hard to keep the tremble of fear out of my voice. I haven’t been this shaken up in a long time.

“It was two people, actually. Two guys. Young, tall, covered in tattoos. Fine as hell.” She grins. “They asked about you; I told them nothing, then they went somewhere in the club.” She shrugs.

My brows furrow in confusion. Not Charles, thank God. But who? I don’t know anyone who doesn’t work for the club and that description doesn’t fit anyone who frequents here.

“They didn’t give you a name?”

“Nope.” She shrugs again. “I’m sure they’re still around here. They’re new clients, it’s their first night here. Boss gave them the go ahead, so I guess they can’t be too bad. Just wanted to give you a heads up.”

“Thanks.” I take in a steadying breath.

I go back to work, bringing drinks to a few different tables, when Elena stops me. “Hey, Jade. I was told that VIP one is asking for you.”

“Really?” My brows go up. I never get requested.

“Yup.” She smiles, knowing that being requested means good tips.

“Thanks,” I tell her before bringing the tray back to the bar.

“All good?” Glade asks as she takes the tray from me.

“I think?” I laugh. “I don’t know, girl. It’s been a night.”

“I feel you,” she chuckles.

Leaving her, I head over to the VIP section located on the left side of the club, nestled back and away from everyone else.

When I get to the VIP area, I slip on my best smile and approach the door. Walking through it, I say, “Hello. My name is Jade, I’m your server for the night. What can I get you started with?”

The smile on my face drops as I gape in shocked horror. Three heads snap over in my direction, three sets of eyes that have haunted my dreams for far too many years.

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