Uncovered (Billionaire Romance) (Boston Buyer's Club) by Morgan Black Page B
Authors: Morgan Black
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afternoon. “Make sure you’re on time tonight.”
“Am I going to be working?”
“There's a chance. I mean you're going to have legal fees to help cover. The club will cover most of it, but you're going to have to work to repay some of your debt.”
“Yeah, I kind of figured that was coming. Monique, I have to tell you something.”
“Tell me tonight. I have other clients to see.”
She hung up, and I sat on the edge of my bed looking at the phone. I had been thinking since I talked to her the day before that I had to tell her about Hudson, and how I knew that he spoke with the detective. I was being set up. And, also, whatever favor he owed the detective, I had to find out what his big secret was. Why didn’t he ever talk about his business? What did he really do for a living?
I went over to my laptop and opened it up slowly, sitting down at my desk. My fingers rested on the keys, but I didn't know what to say. I'd considered e-mailing him a thousand times since he had messaged me in class, but I didn't have anything to say. There is only one thing to find out. What is the truth behind Hudson James?
I opened up my e-mail, and found his last response. I typed back. I'm going to be at the club tonight. I need to see you. There are things I need to know.
I pressed send and waited for a response. I closed my eyes, and put my hand over my forehead, leaning back in my desk chair. I waited for the ping to signify a new e-mail, but I didn't hear anything. I waited for what felt like hours but I got nothing. Hudson had already moved on. I closed my laptop, and left the apartment to walk around campus to clear my head. I didn't really know where I was going until I had walked the whole campus, and was back at my apartment, staring at my car. I found my keys in my hoodie pocket, and I drove over to the club. It was time to face the music. Even though it was an hour before Monique requested my appearance, I had to get it over with. I had to see the Madame.
When I got there, the bouncer let me in right away, so I knew she didn't have any other appointments. I could tell she was surprised to see me without Monique from the look on her face.
“Calla, you’re early. And not in your best attire.”
I was in sweats, typical college clothes but not really an outfit suitable for the club.
“Go up to the dressing room and find an appropriate outfit. Monique should be here shortly. We’ll discuss your situation then.”
“Yes, ma'am.” I trudged up the staircase into the dressing room, and I found a red corset and ruffled booties set sitting on my dressing table. I changed and threw my hair up into a messy bun. My face looked like hell, so I grabbed some makeup from another girl’s kit, and cleaned myself up. Her complexion was little bit darker than mine, so I looked like I got a nice tan, or maybe I really did have a little bit of color from France… France, where everything was simple. How I wished I could go back there and live in that carefree world. I found a set of matching red heels, and tightened them around my ankles before I walked back down the stairs. I could hear the music, and I noticed a few men smoking cigars at a table. They were the only ones in the club so far. I knew we would be busier later, but I still smiled, and gave them a flirtatious wave knowing there was a good chance I was going to have to go home with someone tonight.
This time as I saw the bouncer, he looked me over once before allowing me to go in. I didn't really look like the girl that had shown up only half an hour ago. Monique was sitting in a chair at the opposite end of the room right next to the Madame's desk. She looked worried, and I didn't like it.
“Calla, thank you for coming. We need to discuss your testimony for tomorrow.”
I sighed. “There something else that we need to discuss first.”
“What is that, dear?” the Madame said, sitting down in an overstuffed chair next to Monique.
Even though it wasn't warm in
“Am I going to be working?”
“There's a chance. I mean you're going to have legal fees to help cover. The club will cover most of it, but you're going to have to work to repay some of your debt.”
“Yeah, I kind of figured that was coming. Monique, I have to tell you something.”
“Tell me tonight. I have other clients to see.”
She hung up, and I sat on the edge of my bed looking at the phone. I had been thinking since I talked to her the day before that I had to tell her about Hudson, and how I knew that he spoke with the detective. I was being set up. And, also, whatever favor he owed the detective, I had to find out what his big secret was. Why didn’t he ever talk about his business? What did he really do for a living?
I went over to my laptop and opened it up slowly, sitting down at my desk. My fingers rested on the keys, but I didn't know what to say. I'd considered e-mailing him a thousand times since he had messaged me in class, but I didn't have anything to say. There is only one thing to find out. What is the truth behind Hudson James?
I opened up my e-mail, and found his last response. I typed back. I'm going to be at the club tonight. I need to see you. There are things I need to know.
I pressed send and waited for a response. I closed my eyes, and put my hand over my forehead, leaning back in my desk chair. I waited for the ping to signify a new e-mail, but I didn't hear anything. I waited for what felt like hours but I got nothing. Hudson had already moved on. I closed my laptop, and left the apartment to walk around campus to clear my head. I didn't really know where I was going until I had walked the whole campus, and was back at my apartment, staring at my car. I found my keys in my hoodie pocket, and I drove over to the club. It was time to face the music. Even though it was an hour before Monique requested my appearance, I had to get it over with. I had to see the Madame.
When I got there, the bouncer let me in right away, so I knew she didn't have any other appointments. I could tell she was surprised to see me without Monique from the look on her face.
“Calla, you’re early. And not in your best attire.”
I was in sweats, typical college clothes but not really an outfit suitable for the club.
“Go up to the dressing room and find an appropriate outfit. Monique should be here shortly. We’ll discuss your situation then.”
“Yes, ma'am.” I trudged up the staircase into the dressing room, and I found a red corset and ruffled booties set sitting on my dressing table. I changed and threw my hair up into a messy bun. My face looked like hell, so I grabbed some makeup from another girl’s kit, and cleaned myself up. Her complexion was little bit darker than mine, so I looked like I got a nice tan, or maybe I really did have a little bit of color from France… France, where everything was simple. How I wished I could go back there and live in that carefree world. I found a set of matching red heels, and tightened them around my ankles before I walked back down the stairs. I could hear the music, and I noticed a few men smoking cigars at a table. They were the only ones in the club so far. I knew we would be busier later, but I still smiled, and gave them a flirtatious wave knowing there was a good chance I was going to have to go home with someone tonight.
This time as I saw the bouncer, he looked me over once before allowing me to go in. I didn't really look like the girl that had shown up only half an hour ago. Monique was sitting in a chair at the opposite end of the room right next to the Madame's desk. She looked worried, and I didn't like it.
“Calla, thank you for coming. We need to discuss your testimony for tomorrow.”
I sighed. “There something else that we need to discuss first.”
“What is that, dear?” the Madame said, sitting down in an overstuffed chair next to Monique.
Even though it wasn't warm in
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