Clubrooms Diary novel Chapter 45

MALAYINA 

May 15th 2018

I stand behind the bar, serving an old man who won't stop talking my ears off. I slide a packet of nuts across the countertop to him and he chuckles, saying.

"My nuts use to be hard and salty back in the days too." He runs his tongue along the top of his gappy teeth.

I cringe, swallowing back the spew that threatens to disperse itself all over the countertop. I pick up the wet rag and saunter towards the other end of the bar, wiping down the clean tables for the third time this morning. I'm sure it's collected a little bit of dust by now.

As I wipe down the table, I look at the new Samsung smartwatch, Amar gave to me last night. Caddie, Jaxson and I stayed in a hotel by his demands. He said he would feel better with us close by, where he's able to get to us quickly if needed. He invited us to stay with him but after the shower episode yesterday, I couldn't bring myself to be in his presence for long. 

After he had given me one hell of a mind-blowing orgasm, I knelt before him, tugging at his boxers with the intentions of returning the favour. 

"Òchi, Mikros." He grabbed my hands in his and helped me up to my feet again. 

"Why?" I asked him, trying to keep the disappointment out of my voice. 

"I can't control myself with you being stark naked in front of me." He released my hands, wiping my hair out of my face. 

"Oh," I exhaled with a sigh. 

"I don't expect you to return the favour." He reached over me, turning the shower off and retrieved a towel, covering me. 

I had asked him about my father, wanting to know if he was alive or..... 

I feel someone lightly tap me on the shoulder, I stop wiping the table and turn to face whoever it is that seeks my attention. 

"Yes?" I say to the lady who is dressed all in black with a nude trenchcoat on. 

She's stunning, too stunning and well dressed to be wanting a job here. 

"Are you Malayina Black?" She asks in a formal tone. 

"Ah. Yes, May I help you?" I look at her oddly. 

I've never seen or met her in my life and I think I would remember if I did because I usually have a good memory of faces after being on the run for a long time. 

"My name's Detective Evie, Can we go somewhere a little more private?" She said politely with a soft voice. 

"May I ask why?" My body is suddenly overwhelmed with butterflies. 

"Is Blair Black known as your father?" She looks at me with pity in her eyes. 

"Y. Yes, he is." My heart begins to race rapidly and I feel like I'm about to pass out. 

Please dont tell me Amar ordered 'The Hulk' to kill him and they've found the body already. I just know if she questions me about yesterday and if Amar was involved I'll crack. I've never been good at lying, deceiving yes, but not lying. 

"Sure, we can go to one of the vacant rooms in the back." I walk out of the bar with her close behind me. 

As we walk through the hallway, we pass the room that will always give me the creeps. I quickly look in the opposite direction and open the door four rooms down from my previous room.

She enters the room and her eyes aimlessly browse her surroundings. She takes out a pen from her pocket and uses it to push the items that fascinate her around.

"Please," I motion towards the armchair in the corner of the room. "Sit."

"I prefer to stand thanks." Her face contorts with disapproval.