Monique's pov

I awoke in the morning to begin another shitday of my shitlife, hearing the girl next to me mumble something I couldn't understand.

"Come on! It's time for you to get up and go! I have a lot of work to do!" I said, shaking her slightly.

I couldn't even recall what her name was. She was just another one-night stand because I used to attract both girls and boys.

She sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing her eyes as she rubbed the sleep away, then smiled at me.

"Fuck, baby! Even in your morning outfit, you're fucking hot! "She stood up and walked towards me.

She attempted to kiss me, but I turned away and rejected her, causing her to frown.

"Thanks! Now, I told you to fuck off!" I replied by picking up her clothes from the floor and hurling them at her, her panties smacking her in the face.

I could see her becoming enraged, but I didn't care.

"You, fucking bitch!" She cursed me under her breath before getting dressed and leaving, slamming the door behind her so hard that I thought she broke it.

"Oh, you're so sweet! Thank you so much!" I laughed at her and gave her the middle finger.

I didn't care that she wouldn't come to me anymore. I knew I could have a lot more.

But, I'm sorry. I'm so impolite. I didn't even introduce myself. My name is Monique Horne, and I'm 23 years old. Yes, I am a woman who was a lesbian. I said "was" until HE changed it.

It all started a few years ago. I was struggling to make ends meet because I worked in a bar for a pittance. I used to live in a small studio and had to give almost all of my earnings to pay the rent. My parents had died, so I had no family. My mother was my entire world, but she died when I was 14 as a result of my father's beatings. He was just an alcoholic son of a bitch who I used to despise because of his behavior, even though he loved me as his own eyes. I despised him for murdering my mother. He ended up in prison, and I found out two years later that he died of cirrhosis, but I didn't care; I told them to burn his body and throw the ash wherever they wanted. I was living at my parent's house for a while until I was kicked out because I couldn't afford to pay the utilities, so I moved into a studio with the little money I had saved, but that money was only enough for one mount. I chose to work as a bartender because I desperately needed the tips. It wasn't much, but it was enough to get by from day to day, and the pay was terrible because I was a minor. Because of this shit of a life, I turned into a cold bitch who despised men. I assumed that every man was like my father, and the majority of them were, which is why I decided to fuck with women. I tried with some men as well, but I gave up when I realized I wasn't into them, and as a result, I was still a virgin, which was totally fine to me.

One day I saw an ad for a DJ job at one of the clubs in the city where I lived. I enjoy music and saw this as an opportunity to make more money, so I obtained the phone number and dialed it.

After a few rings, a deep, strong voice responded, "Hello!"

"He llo! Sir, I'm applying for the position of DJ! Is it still available?" I responded as confidently as possible.

"Yes, it is. When are you available to come in for a work trial?"

"Wow, they must be desperate because he didn't even ask for my name or anything!" I reflected.

"Well, when do you want me to come?"I inquired, hoping that he would call me as soon as possible.

"Tonight at 10 p.m.!" he replied sternly.

"Excellent, 10 p.m sounds great."

"Dress as provocatively as you possibly can!" he exclaimed, his voice smirking.

"What exactly is this? Will I work as an escort or a DJ? Why should I fucking dress provocatively?" I thought.

"May I inquire as to why, sir?" I pressed him a little too hard.

"Do you want this fucking job or not?" he growled, raising my body hair.

"Sure, I do, but..."

"Then stop asking so many questions!" He cut me off, as well as the call.

"What a jerk!" I growled and slid my phone into my back pocket.

I was perplexed and angry, but I couldn't work as a bartender my entire life, and I didn't even enjoy it.

I chose to wear sweatpants and a hoodie because I couldn't afford an Uber, and I packed my sexy clothes in a bag: some black tight leather pants, a tight white sexy lace top, and some black high heels ankle boots, as well as my make-up kit, and I left.

When I arrived, two gorillas stood at the entrance, blocking my way in.

"I've come to meet Mr..." I realized he hadn't told me his name."I'm here to work as a DJ!" I finally said it, causing the hulks to laugh.

I despised men, but some of them, like these two, could frighten me.

"You, little girl?A Dj?In this club?" One of them asked, keep laughing sinister, he was already pissing me off. "Go home, darling, this isn't a place for kids!" he finally stopped laughing.

"Sir, may I speak with the manager?" I asked again, trying to be polite.

"As you wish, sweetie, but don't say I didn't warn you!" He smirked and pressed a button on his ear device."What was your name again?"

"Monique Horne!"I responded with a fake smile.

"Sir, Miss Horne has arrived for the DJ job!" He looked me up and down, trying hard not to laugh again."You are welcome to go inside, Monique! When you get to the bar, go to the first door on the right!"

"Thanks!" I said as I walked in.

There were only a few people inside, and I assumed they had just opened. I went straight to the bar, but I couldn't stop myself from looking around. I noticed a few dangerous-looking men in black suits sitting on a sofa around a table, with a few indecently dressed girls keeping them company. I drew my hoodie closer to my face and tried to pass them unnoticed.

"Hey, you! Come over here!" A deep bossy masculine voice yelled after me.

I froze from within but pretended I wasn't aware he was calling for me.

"Don't make me say it again!" He shouted again, this time louder, and I was terrified. I wanted to run away, but instead, I went to him, trembling with every fiber of my being.

My nostrils were immediately intoxicated by the strong smell of weed, alcohol, and expensive cologne.

"M-may I help you, sir?" I stutter like a fool because I was too intimidated by them to speak properly.

I didn't want to look at the person who had called me, so I looked at the floor as if it were the most beautiful thing in the club.

"Look at me!" he exclaimed as if he could read my mind, but I was too afraid to do so."Fucking look at me!" I gasped as he said it again, calmly but terrifyingly.

I raised my head slowly and did as he told me. What I saw made my jaw drop and my eyes widen. He was the most attractive man I had ever seen in my life. His dark brown hair was neatly combed aside, with each strand in its proper place. His face was hard, but sculpted by Gods, and his jaw was so sharp it could cut, but his eye was the most terrifying. His electric silver gaze was so intense that I felt the arrows they threw deep inside my soul. His ears were pierced, and he was covered in tattoos, beginning with a small cross under his left eye, a web with a spider on the right side of his face, and something written above his left brow. I could see the tattoos on his neck and chest, and possibly further down, thanks to the half-buttoned white shirt he was wearing. His hands and knuckles were also tattooed.

"Oh, God, I wish I could see them all!"

I chewed on my lower lip, causing him to smirk wickedly. When I realized I was starting, I gasped.

"Take a photo, sweetie! It will be more durable!"

I quickly averted my gaze, trying to hide my now-red face.

"Take off your hoodie!" He said it again, sinisterly smirking.

"Please, sir, I have to..." but I didn't have to go on because his smirk had vanished, replaced by a grit of his teeth.

I took off my hoodie and tried not to tremble when I saw him smirking even wider.

"Isn't that fucking adorable?" He sounded as if he was speaking to himself. "What brings you here, little one?"

"I-I need to speak with the manager, sir!" I hated myself for stuttering, but he was just too intimidating.

"Really? What for?" he inquired

This time, I tried not to stutter.

"For the DJ position, sir!"

"I see!" He looked at me from head to toe, sending shivers down my spine.

I was terrified, but I also felt something I'd never felt for any man before: attraction.

"Aren't you too young for this kind of club?" he asked, leaning forward, his elbows on his knees, and his head tilted slightly. "How old are you?"

"I'm 18, sir!" I returned my gaze to the floor.

"You're quite young, aren't you?" He raised his perfect brow.

"At least you look younger!"

"Sir, I need to meet with the manager!"

I said it too harshly for his liking because I saw his eyes darken with rage, but I turned on my heels and ran as fast as I could away from this man.