"Amara" This name's sucks. I can't really pinpoint what does this mean. To Love? Bitter? huh! how ironic. All I know is that regardless how gorgeous this pseudonym-like is, I need money to survive in this ugly world. Injustice is in every corner. Why the fuck did I was born with less privileges. Now, I have to take an exploration with just 50 dollars in my pocket.

“No, sorry we are not hiring. I’m sorry” said the last manager I aimed for this day. Ugh! What the fuck should I do now?! I can’t just get an apartment for now. I only have less than Php. 3000 pesos. What can an undergraduate do for a living? Hays.

Tears are already forming through my eyes as I hopelessly chew my Rebisco Biscuits. Fuck that Uncle of mine. Only, if I had saved a lot more, I would surely separate on my own from the very beginning. That perverted old man just tried to touch me yesterday. Yeah, worse.. right? Good thing, I was able to punched him before leaving that sick place.

I sat on a bench while I am scrolling through my phone. I refused to think that I’m going to die just because of the starve. I planned my death with exquisite Chanel white dress and a pair of YSL high heels. Well haha…..

I didn’t finish my last year in college as an Interior Designing student. I don’t have enough allowance for now. I need to survive first. I took a deep breath and continued walking. The image of the lighted front of a bar went through my vision. I can’t…… Fuck! I hissed under my breath. Of course! I can’t be a prostitute nor a striper. I still have educational background, just one more year and I’ll supposedly have my degree. Tsk.

“No, maybe a waitress can do?” I asked myself. I’ll just quit when I have enough. Loud music bang into my ears as I stepped in the club. This must be a quite high end. Something elite-like. I went straight to the bartender area. Good thing, the bouncer let me even though I’m on my jeans and tucked shirt. “I uhh. Hey, Can I talk to the manager here?” I asked to the bartender. “I’m the manager here” and he smiled

The bartender seems like a gym instructor, his muscles are showing as he sexily pulled some bartending stunts. Throwing off the bottle of whiskey in front of me. How does God created such a wonderful piece? Large hands… Sharp jawline… Thick brows… Heart-shaped luscious lips…

Huh? No! Focus Amara!

“ I uhhh, are you hiring some waitress? I’d like to apply” My smile stretched up to my ears as I maintain the positive vibes which is the best impression I can portray. “Sure, you’re hired” He smiled mischievously. I am very shocked, uhhh, I think it’s too fast. “Uhh, I have my resume here, and I can prepare an application letter to be passed tomorrow for some sort of uhhh… formality?” I replied. He chuckled “No, you don’t need that. You can even start now if you want?” What?..... This seems off. “uhh, are you sure? What should I do?” I awkwardly smiled. I was stunned when he handsomely laughed leaving me a sucked breath. “I was actually joking. I am not the manager here.” He smiled and whistled. I followed his sight and ended up to a man in a suit. “Yes, bro?” The man uttered these words while walking towards us. “This lady..” he pointed me “would like to apply as a waitress. She’s actually good. I know her” then the man winked. Wait.. what? My brows lifted up while meeting each other as I digested his words. What does this mean? He knows me? I don’t know him. I haven’t met anyone as captivating as him. Yes, he’s THAT alluring. But, I know my priorities. I don’t have time to dwell deeper on this crush thing. And wait.. bro? He’s an employee right? It’s the disrespect for me.

The man in the suit humorously smiled. “hmm, what’s this move man?” then he chuckled. What does he mean? “Yeah, of course you’re hired. Let’s talk to my office, follow me” he leaded the way while I confusedly follow his steps. “Hand me your resume, miss?” I hurriedly pulled my long folder containing 50 copies of my resume. “uhh, I’m Amara Monroe sir. I’m a graduating Interior Designing student but I guess I have to stop for this school year. I need to survive first. But I can essentially do the dishes as well as I can manage to serve well because I am a good observer. I could independently learn by watching the other waiters” I smiled genuinely. The only thing I remembered when I was in Senior High with regards to the job application is to be confident and smile, showing no inhibitions. He amusedly chuckled. “No wonder huh.. tsk tsk tsk” He whispered. “I can see that you’re really efficient Ms. Monroe. I’m Ethan Carlos, the owner of this club. You can start tomorrow. Your uniform is on the locker no. 67. There are three sizes there, you can choose whatever that fits you. The opening hour of this bar is 5 pm. Hence, you need to be here before that time ticks. Okay?” He handed me a long-sized paper containing the contract and terms. “You can read it first, then sign it over here” he pointed the part where I should put my signature. I read it thoroughly then inked it with my sign. “Thank you so much Sir” He only nodded and gave me the directions to the locker area.

I walked through the hallway hearing the veiled music from the main club. I smiled when I encountered a waitress but she only gave me a smug look. I guess I should really exert much effort in creating friends here huh. I hope I would have someone. I sighed.

While taking the pathway to the locker, I was caught off guard when the bartender earlier came across my way, stopping me. My jaw dropped when I realized that he looked more formal without the juggling bottles in his hands. I realized that he’s in his tucked white tuxedo shirt, sleeves are folded up to his toned muscles. “Oh, hi. Uhh Thank you for earlier.” I nervously smiled. I honestly think that he always have these dangerous stares since the first second our eyes met, that makes my knees jelly as hell. “I don’t take thank you’s.” His eyes shaded darker and he’s clenching his jaw. Seems like he’s stopping himself from whatsoever. But, wait? What does he mean when he said he don’t take thank yous?

“I only accept kisses” He leaned to whisper these words to my ears. My heart pounded as his breathings became heavy on my neck. I as stunned when his lips pressed in mine. The beats became noisy, it’s like my heart would go off my ribcage. My mind became clouded with his actions.

I spread my fingers to his back, clawing his toned broad back shoulders. He moved his lips to go deeper to my open mouth. His wet and soft tongue gracefully pushing its way to my oral insides. I unconsciously gripped the back of his head urging him to continue brushing his lips unto mine.

I am drunk with his kisses while softly moaning to let out the majestic feeling overpowered in my whole system right now. We continue fighting with our tongues until I felt his calloused hand grasping my mountains. I came back to my senses. I suddenly pulled my self away.

I am now with my shocked face. My mouth dropped while grasping for air from that very steamy kiss we shared. I heard his evil chuckles. My brows furrowed as I felt the irritation ripped in me. “What was that?!” I angrily whispered. “You have luscious lips. But not that good” he humorously stifled a chuckle. What the fuck?!

I laughed hysterically and without humor and plastered a plastic smile “Fuck you then” His smile even got wider.

I walked passed through him and lead my way to the locker. Huh! What was that? I must be out of my mind earlier. No, I didn’t kissed him willingly, I was…. I was just lured.

I opened the locker number 67 with the key that Mr. Carlos had given to me earlier. I furiously grab the smallest size that best fits me. And a split-second….Oh shoot!

Where can I stay to tonight? I can’t believe I almost forgot that I have no place to stay. Now, what should I do? I hopelessly went out of the locker room and found myself at the main club, I can’t believe that I am now walking towards that bartender who is sipping on his drink cooly while talking with some other woman. “He must be a playboy” I whispered to myself.

His eyes went through me as I walked towards him. I heard him saying “I’m sorry, I have to go” to that woman on her red cocktail dress. She got a nice body huh. Psh! Horny dog!

“Hey” He smiled. I don’t know if its genuine or what but I should lower down my ego just for this night…. Or maybe 4 nights more?.. Psh

“Look, I’m sorry for what I’ve done and said earlier.” He said cooly. “Oh you’re sorry? I also don’t take sorry’s” He grinned. He leaned forward and crouched for a kiss as I raised my middle finger to meet his pouted lips. “No, you pervert!” I rolled my eyes. “I need a place” I straightly said to his face. “I bet you’re certainly not a bartender right?” I added. He chuckled with the eyes of amusement. “You must be witty huh. Yeah. So, what do you want me to do for you to forgive me?” He playfully uttered. “I can be your maid for a week until I get my first salary.” I proposed. The interest in his face went visual. “Oh, yeah sure” I was shocked a bit when he easily agreed. Doesn’t he find me weird? Does he trust me enough? I mean, we just met literally an hour ago, we shared kiss. Yeah, I felt the connection but it wasn’t…… huh? Wait, what connection? I must be out of my mind.

My stomach growled that makes my cheeks red from the embarrassment. He looked at my tummy and he chuckled. “What?” I still managed to raise my eyebrows despite of the heaven-length discomfiture I am feeling. “Let’s go” He pulled me and led the exit way. I was welcomed by the evening breeze as we stepped out of the club. “Where do you wanna eat?” He asked. Wow.. “Uhh, no anything will do. I--- I’m sorry for m—my rudeness earlier” I downed my head because I am really guilty. He’s being nice to me now. “I’m the one that should be sorry. I kissed you without permission” he hissed. “Yeah, it was my first kiss” I voicelessly said. He leaned on me that took away my breath. “Let’s wear your seatbelt” His soothing voice made me trembled. He maneuvered his car and clicked something on the dashboard area that turned on the radio of this car. I leaned on the other side of his car, staring at the running scenery behind his windshield. How far life did bring me? This god-like man is a complete stranger. I sighed.

I felt the car stopped at a luxury-screaming five star restaurant. “Uhh, we don’t have to eat here. This must be very expensive” I calmly said. No, this is too much. I can’t…

“My treat. Peace offering I guess?” he smiled wholeheartedly. My brows furrowed, “But, you already let me stay with you, this is too much. I can’t compromise since I did not started my job yet.” I hissed. “Tsk, just pay me with a kiss later” then hold my hand to pulled me out from his car.

Wait, I’m literally an outcast. I am just with my jean and shirt. “Hey, it’s embarrassing.” I slowly let y head fall downwards. “Are you ashamed of me?” He asked. My eyes went big “What? Of course not! You’re the one that should be ashamed of me. I am literally an outsider, and this restaurant is for the classy socialites. I don’t belong here.” I ranted. “Then it’s settled, we’ll eat here and proceed to my penthouse.” Still in an awful mood when he pulled me inside and brought me into a private room. Thank God! It’s private, no one can see him with a poor woman like me. He looks like a rich CEO. I look like a maid, for god’s sake! Well, I will but yeah.

“Two orders for your Bern’s steak, two glasses of red wine and this set of desert” he pointed something o the menu that was placed on our gold table.

“Hey, are you sure. This is okay? I am now much in-debt to you” I awkwardly smiled. He also flashed smile. “Pay me back later” then we winked. Minutes later, the food was served.

I carefully eat my food as he was staring at me while handsomely chewing his. I can’t belie that I am now eating with the hottest guy I met on my lifetime. We are eating with complete silence. I was now sipping on my wine when he suddenly leaned forward and crouched for a lip kiss. This time I wasn’t able to react as I was completely caught off guard. “Damn! You lured me tonight” he hissed after he tasted the wine from me.