Forbidden Love: My Daddy's Best Friend novel Chapter 2

Trying To Move On 

I wipe down the table and then walk back around the counter. Sam smiles at me and holds her hand out. I pass her the cup and she takes. it, putting it in the dishwasher. 

“So, tonight?” She smiles and is hopeful I will agree, but I can’t. 

It’s been six months since I ran, and even though there have been no signs of him locally, he still messages daily. I won’t put myself at risk. 

“I can’t, sorry.” I can’t do it. 

“Harley, whatever you’re hiding from, stop. It’s not happened.” 

Maybe she is right, but it’s still a risk am not willing to take. “I can’t.” She rolls her eyes but nods. The workers here are nice, and often invite me out but I always refuse. I finish making the black coffee. Holding the cup. I turn to place it on the side when I hear the voice. 

“Hey there little mouse.” I jump, and throw the coffee all over, spinning I get ready to face him, but instead, I see a man with his arms around the woman whose coffee I just threw. 

“Dammit Harley!” I turn and look back at Sally. My eyes widen as I see Sam crying. 

“I’m sorry.” Shit, that’s twice now I’ve thrown hot drinks on someone. 

“Look, you’re a great worker and everything Harley, but this time I can‘ t ignore it. Pack up and leave.” 

I go to argue but stop, she’s right, she can’t ignore this. The first few 

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weeks I dropped so much, and then I slowly felt safer not jumping as much when I heard the door or footsteps. Last week though I dropped hot chocolate down Luke, I spaced out, and I somehow went back to there. Sally let me off with that, but this time I don’t blame her for wanting me gone. 

I walk through the back and grab my bag packing my things. 

“Look, I’m sorry. I know my workers would never take me to court, but I can’t risk this happening with a customer Harley. Can I give you some advice?” 

I nod as I throw my bad over my shoulder. 

“Get help, whatever happened, whatever this is, you will always be on edge until you get help.” 

I don’t bother replying. 

This book had been added on your bookshelf. Cave. Driving home I stop the car about the same distance as I always do before walking to the apartment. I step inside and lock the door, doing my usual routine. of checking all cupboards, behind furniture and anywhere else. someone could hide. 

Once I’m satisfied it’s clear I sit on the old worn sofa, and grab the laptop. I begin looking for a new job. I have enough money to last about two months, but I need to get a job before that starts to run out. 

I apply for random jobs, stopping when I see an ad for dancers wanted. I linger on it for a moment before clicking it and reading. 

Dancers wanted. 

Identity stays hidden. 

We’re not a brothel. 

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We are not a strip club. 

We do not exchange sex for money. 

Experience is preferred but training can be given to the right woman. 

After finishing reading the article I send a request through to them. I like that my identity is hidden, it means no one will know it is me. It is also a place I know Joel would never walk into. Which makes it even 

safer. 

Switching sim cards I message my dad an update on university. Right now though I’m lying. I haven’t been to university in two years. He thinks I am still going though, so for now I will keep up the act. 

Placing the phone and laptop down I fall asleep on the sofa. I wake hearing a scream, rushing I look out of the window, my heart pounding through my rib cage, I look around and see a man and woman. She is laughing now, her body thrown over his shoulder. 

I move back to the sofa and sit in silence for a few moments before picking up my phone and clicking on the message, it is from the club, offering me an interview tomorrow. I guess I will go, if it’s not safe, or anything I can always leave. 

Forcing myself into bed, I go to sleep, knowing that I need sleep to be able to perform tomorrow. I have no idea what they will ask me to do, or if they will even ask me to dance. I will need the energy though. 

Waking I shower and shave, getting dressed in a small leather skirt and bralette and shirt I throw on some heels and grab my things. 

I can dance, that is how I made money before meeting Joel, but he despised it, and I ended up quitting, or rather getting fired because Joel wouldn’t let me go and I missed too many days. Maybe this is the way 

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to find myself again, and get a small part of me back. 

Walking to the car. I then spend thirty minutes driving to the club. It’s far enough away again that Joel won’t know where I am living. Stopping outside I walk in, and a woman looks at me. 

“Harley?” I nod and smile at her and she calls me over. I walk to her and take in the club. It’s run down, far from a place that makes 

thousands. 

“Okay, so I will start with the rules. As the ad said, this isn’t a place to sell yourself for sex, anyone found doing anything like that will be gone without getting paid.”