( LGBTQ) The Icy Billionaire

Back to work

Layla's pov.

(After vacation leave)

I'm a shell of myself but I need to be strong.

I took a long bath and got ready for my shift.

Really hated waitressing, the place was always noisy and had too many jerks.

The tips were amazing, they help put food on the table.

Right now I was in the mind of paying half of the rent of Chelsea's apartment.

Also buying groceries enough for the both of us.

From food, bath supply to cleaning detergents.

It's the least I could do after being a dead weight to my friend.

I wore the uniform that we were given with barely covered my boobs, tummy and butt.

What choice did I have?

I opened my bag and added two cans of pepper spray.

Even though once inside the club I was safe,
But there was no telling what would happen once I left and walked the street.

I looked at the mirror promising myself that this was tamporary.

That once I raised enough money to start my small business,
That I would quit.

I put fear, anxiety and depression in my back pocket.

In and out, I won't fight with anyone on my shift.

I needed this job more than all of those girls.

I forced a smile because it was required for where I was going.

I walked out and Chelsea whistled.

"Good lord Lay!
In this kind of neighborhood?
We are definitely going there together,
To make sure that you actually get there."

Said Chelsea,
touching my "uniform" if you could call it that.

I felt uncomfortable, exposed and cheap.

But these are the cards that I'm currently given,
So I'll make it work.

I shook my head of all negative thoughts before chuckling at Chelsea's words.

"I have you, you can kick some serious ass,
Be it men or women it doesn't make a difference."

I said confidently as I smirked at Chelsea,
As I packed my essentials into my back pack.

"Let's go Layla."

Said Chelsea walking out of the house right after she threw on a cap and jersey.

Leaving the warmth of the apartment,
A chilled breeze blew at my legs,
And directly at my butt.

I shivered slightly but did my best to hide it.

After Chelsea had locked the door we set off in the dark.

This crappy neighborhood had street lights,
but those idiot teenagers in the newest gang broke them.

Now it was darker than the devil himself,
We had our phones out for flashlight.

I silently prayed that we don't get mugged.

This was a bad neighborhood and wasn't safe for both men and women.

As heaven has it,
we arrive at the club safely and I smiled at the bouncer,
Mike Jordan.

I hugged Chelsea really hard and hated that I put her in harm's way.