Chapter 2 K-Clubhouse

~Celine~

I needed no one to tell me it was my father at work. But it was pretty surprising because he had never blocked my access to my money before.

All he ever did was trace my activities. This time, he traced the transfer I made to the driver and decided to freeze my account.

'He must know I am in New York now. I need to hide! But how?

'I can't believe this! How am I supposed to hide or survive in New York without money?! I have no money on me!'

Leaving the ATM devastated and confused, I began to trudge the streets of New York City aimlessly and hopelessly, thinking of ways to make some money.

Though I came from money, I knew I was hardworking and I was going to figure my shit out.

"You never wanted to rely on your father's dirty wealth. You got this." I convinced myself.

There was no going back. I needed to figure a way out myself.

The night approached pretty fast and the streets lit up beautifully.

"But where can I secure a job tonight? At least I need to figure out where to sleep."

Only one place came ringing in my head and that was a bar or clubhouse.

All I had to do was make some money by working as a bartender or something. I was pretty familiar with this because I am a very social person, and I loved the club more than my father's depressing house.

Lo and behold, I sighted the first clubhouse after my seemingly perfect idea. Breathing out through my mouth, I pulled off the band that kept my black hair together, letting it fall freely on my shoulders.

I made a knot with my plain yellow top at my side, just below my breasts, turning it into a crop top. Though part of my belly was now exposed, I further pulled down my pants, letting it rest on my curvy hips.

Brushing my fingers through my hair, I placed my hoodie on my arm as I began to walk to the clubhouse.

"Maybe if I don't get the bartending job, I'll have to dance to make money," I told myself, knowing I had no dancing skills. But dancing had always seemed easy to me.

Just move your hips and legs, and boom! You're dancing.

From the entrance of the K-Clubhouse, the hip-hop music began to burst my ears, but I was used to such noises.

I began to nod my head to the rhythm of the song, trying to blend in. I headed straight to the bartender, ignoring whatever was going on around me.

"Hi!" I uttered in a loud voice.

"Hi, beautiful! What would you like to have?" The handsome bartender across the counter asked.

"Erm... actually, I need your help. I am here in search of a job. Can you help me get a job here? Maybe as your assistant tonight so that I can make some cool cash. I am in desperate need of money!" I retorted.

He creased his brows as I spoke, and suddenly, he broke into laughter.

"What?" I frowned, feeling offended.

"Who comes to search for a job here on a day like this? Today of all days?"

My frown instantly melted away and was replaced with confusion.

"What do you mean? What is happening today?"

"What?" He answered in awe. "Are you new in town?" He further inquired.

His question made me remember my driver again. "This is definitely Karma."

"Yes, I am. So tell me what today is." I answered with clenched jaws.

"It's Alpha Kilhan's birthday! The man who rules this town. Almost all the clubhouses, hotels, restaurants, and even some hospitals are owned by him. Including the one we are in as we speak." He praised him, but I remained unfazed.

My father is no loser either.

"And how does that affect my request? I need to make some cash tonight! I don't even have a place to sleep. I have no interest in knowing whose birthday it is today, okay?"

"I'm sorry, but I can't help you. You can come back tomorrow to see the Manager. But tonight? Everything has to be perfect. We are busy expecting him. It's time for him to pick a lady from our clubhouse this year. Things can't go wrong."

"Pick a lady? For what?"

"You should leave now. He will be here any moment from now." He answered and began to attend to other people.

'Argh' why are all men with the title 'Alpha' always a pain in the ass? How the hell am I going to get cash tonight?!' I mumbled, heading to the door.

But all of a sudden, the bouncers slammed the door shut before I could get there.

"What's going on?" I asked no one in particular. "Please, I want to leave," I said to the bouncers, but they paid no attention to me.

Just as I was about to launch out my frustration on them, I began to hear cheering behind me.

"Alpha Kilhan! Alpha Kilhan!" They hailed, spiking my curiosity.

' Who is he anyway?' I pondered, walking back to the front of the clubhouse, squeezing myself before I could pass through the people who cheered.

I finally got to the front line and when I raised my head to look at the so-called Alpha Kilhan, I could say nothing but...

"Damn!"

'He is the youngest and hottest Alpha I have ever seen in my entire life!'

With my eyes widened in uttermost shock, I scanned his appearance from head to toe.

He had a blonde low-cut on, and his eyes were fierce yet captivating at the same time. His nose ran straight down from the middle of his eyes to the top of his super attractive infranasal depression.

His lips were plump and pink, and from under his left ear, down to his exposed chest was a large tattoo. I had no idea what was drawn but on my... it was so hot.

He wore a white T-shirt with its buttons stopped working right above his belly. He tucked in his shirt in neatly tailored suit pants. He had no belt on but it rested firmly around his waist.

One of his hands was in his pocket, while the other was out, showcasing the expensive-looking rings he had around his fingers.

He had other accessories like earrings, bracelets, and a necklace that had his name 'KILHAN' written boldly on it.

His formal shoes were sparkling under the club lights. Without a doubt, he was a god.

To my uttermost terror, as I raised my eyes to look at his face again, our eyes locked.

His gaze captivated the being in me, rendering me blank and thoughtless. His eyes commanded silence to every organ in my body except one.

The one between my legs which couldn't stop sending nasty signals to my brain.

With our gaze still locked, I watched him move away from the chair he leaned against and began to approach me. My eyes widened at every step he took, closing the gap between us.

'You're supposed to be heading out, Celine!' I yelled in my head. My mind was willing to leave, but I couldn't move my body. Not when his eyes pierced through my skin with such ease.

Standing in front of me, my eyelid fluttered weakly as his cologne filled my nostrils. He wasn't only handsome but also smelled like musk oil!

He lifted his hand and carefully placed it on my chin, raising my head to meet his. My heart was beating so fast and loud that I feared he was going to hear it.

"Who are you?" He asked. His voice was thick but calm, and his eyes continually searched mine.

Before I could answer, a woman spoke from beside him.

"She's a nobody. She isn't part of the women we prepared for you tonight, boss." She uttered, while we still kept our eye contact intact.

"I don't care. I want her." He responded with a smirk, which made my heart flutter.

'What have you gotten yourself into, Celine?'