NOVEL NEXT Chapter 11: 11
AMAYA'S POV
The next night, I was not performing but I decided I would come see if I could find Maxim. I made sure to sit in the area where the other girls waited for customers to take them away, hoping he would come find me. With every man that stepped into the club and every man that remotely resembled him that approached the area, my heart would skip a beat.
"You need to move away from here, Crimson," Cherry said across from me. "Your presence ruins the vibe we are putting out… Oh, let me guess, your man has not arrived yet for you to get paid for lord knows what?"
I rolled my eyes and continued scanning the room for him while she chattered in the background.
"Is it me or are you getting fat?"
A new voice made my breath seize and my heart to stop beating for a second. What had I just heard?
I slowly turned my head in the direction of the voice and saw one of Cherry's minions staring with a grimace on her face as she smoked her cigarette. My gaze fluttered when I noticed that the other girls started to look at me. This was not happening. I briefly glanced at Cherry and saw her smirking at me.
"Yeah… I have noticed that you have added weight." Another added with a chuckle. "You do know that Club 888 has a body type standard here… Also… your stomach seems… bigger."
I swallowed as their gaze became intense on me. The loud music playing suddenly became mute to my ears, my back was straight, and my skin was producing sweat very quickly. My lungs felt tight as I could feel the weight of their gaze double. I needed air. I needed to step away from here.
"Don't tell me you are—"
"Oh… Hello."
My body tingled in a way that felt foreign to me as if it was reacting to something close by. The air smelt different, like a familiar scent. The scent made my heart and stomach flutter then to know where it was coming from, I looked to the side. I almost gasped at the sight before me.
Standing at the entrance of the area was him— Maxim. The man who filled my body with pleasure. The man who made me break rules. The man who had me trapped in a state of lust and confusion. He stood tall, majestic and handsome.
My body tingled more at the sight of him and the urge to rise up and go to him; to touch him was great but a rule was stopping me. No girl was allowed to approach a customer, only vice versa. So, I could not go to him until he came to me. I didn't matter though. I was just glad that he was here for me, and I could not stop myself from smiling like a girl with a high school crush.
"Hello, ladies," he said and scanned us.
I felt a tinge of disappointment when his eyes did not land on me which made me wonder if he saw me yet or not. I watched as he looked around before he fixed his gaze onto someone across me and smirked. I furrowed my brows when he raised his hand and motioned at one of the girls.
"You… Cherry."
My heart shattered. He was choosing Cherry? What about me? Did he no longer care for me? Why was he picking Cherry of all girls?
"Thank you, Mr. Handsome," Cherry said and rose to her feet then walked over to where he stood.
I watched as he smiled down at her while she looked up at him, batting her lashes through her mask at him. My heart ached with every second that ticked by as I watched them. I hated the way he was looking at her. The same way he had looked at me when we had sex was the same way he was looking at her. It hurt me so much I felt tears pricking my eyes.
"I have had my eyes on you since last night," he said.
I gasped inaudibly. Last night? He had been here and did not come to me?
"I am glad I caught your eyes," Cherry said and giggled. "Want us to head to a private room?"
"Of course."
With a painful heart and mind, I watched as they walked away. Suddenly, the music got loud, and the girls around me got annoying. The voices of the people in the background irritated me. The lace lingerie I was wearing itched my skin and the urge to scream came over me.
I clenched my hands when my heart burned hotly in my chest. I got to my feet and glared at the spot Cherry had been sitting on.
This man was the potential father of my child. He had slept with me and got me pregnant and now he was acting as if he did not know me. I was going crazy with hurt and anger. I needed to leave. I needed to get away from here. From everything.