One Night Only

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t I was always tired from studying for so many hours in a row. The sleepless nights took their toll on me from those nights of studying. E

y, to go on with my work, but I could not sit idly by while she tired very easily with any effort she made. Since she started chemotherapy her body became weaker and weaker and the many medications she was taking made her fall asleep quickly. She was not the same as before. This disease is slowly taking her down. I was afraid that any day she would lea

In it she drove everywhere. Mika was my closest friend and confidant. I had met her a couple of years ago when I was working in the cafeteria where my sister worked. She was the one who invited me to wo

and greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. She smiled at

hem, both older than her. She did not feel well in that environment and decided to run away from them, leaving them in another state of the country. She did not find a job quickly, as her studies were not very advanced. She had to drop out of high school at a certain period and did not manage to finish it. It was difficult for him to find something good and decent. That was the reason why she fell into Julie's nightclub. She also started as a wa

walked into the club, and as usual at this hour, the place was very lonely, because it wasn't open to the public yet. Our check-in

that I was her most prized dancer. The other girls would get upset when they heard her say that. Many of them hated me for that reason. My friend didn't take Julie's words perso

course, that was never going to happen, I was not that kind of person. He was just saying that because so many of my classmates had said so as if it was a big deal to dance for lustful men. For me it was not something I was proud of, dancing half-naked for them, although many respected it, but there were others who did not care about the rules and because they had

usive ones, the ones who gave full service. They called themselves the vip girls. Mika called them the old ladies. Here we got dressed, had our hair and make-up done. If we wanted a shower, there were showers down the hall, near the exit. Julie's office was upstairs, as the place had two floors. There were also the VIP rooms, which were for distinguished clients. It was a more reserved and quiet area for those who liked to have a business chat or hang out with their acquaintances. There they kept the exclusive la

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was my turn to do it with her. We always helped each other. B

ented with a generous smile. Today it's my turn to go out first, so wish

ays do great," I assured hi

was the dream of many girls who work here, something very different from mine. My dream was to finish my career as a doctor so I could someday help people with cancer. Curing them would be great. It was the only thing I dreamed of for my future. I didn't need a millionaire man and I didn'

left she asked me again to wish her luck. I che

kept asking my sister how mom was doing. Sometimes she would scold me for asking and asking. Since I knew she wouldn't be getting up early for work tomorrow, I texted her at this time. Otherwise, I wouldn't have bothered her. After telling me that everything was going well at home, I stopped bothering her and started pla

which I carefully placed on my head so as not to mess up my hair. Once ready, I went out of there. Before I reached the lounge, I could already hear the shouts, laughter and voices of several conversations, and that was a sign that the club was crowded with many people. When I got to the bar, I smiled at the guys and started cha

floor, I felt that the person I bumped into reached out to grab me by the waist and broke my fall so I wouldn't hurt myself. On the one hand, I was relieved to realize that I had been saved, but on the other hand, I remembered that a stranger. Still, I raised my head to look at my savior. I was met with the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen in my life. He was perfectly sized and gray, but what struck me most was that something strange that determined his gaze, something like mysterious and danger. The

. I didn't understand why this was happening to me with a stranger, with a man I didn't know who he was. As soon as I realized that I lost the cap I was wearing on my head, I could understand it when he detailed me with his eyes; he went fr