Chapter 2

Blue's pov

I walked back home, ecstatic about the fact that I had managed to avoid the loan sharks; at least for today, only to meet Mom and Indigo on the cold, bare floor weeping.

Our house had little furniture in it because we occasionally had to sell some off to pay our bills. But we only left the bed so we'd at least have something soft to lay our heads on.

"What happened here?"I ran towards them, feeling a stab in my heart. I couldn't bear to see them so weeping, mad, and broken like this. "Our lease is due, Indigo started. ""We have to pack out by next week."

Those words felt like a bomb had hit me full-on. "What do you mean? I thought we still had some weeks before it expired," I asked in disbelief. "She said we've been paying under for years now; she can't keep being so lenient with us anymore; she has a family to feed, my mother explained.

I slumped to the ground. Where were we going to find another home? We were dead broke. To top it off, with the amount of debts we had to pay, it was endless. I could live out my whole life trying to repay the debts, and it would still not be enough. "I'll find a way.

I can apply for another job; maybe then we can find a new place to move." I squeeze my mother's arms in assurance, but she just faces the other way.

"Don't you think that statement is getting old already? You say that everything is fine, but we just keep ending up in dead ends. Your best is still fucking useless," Indigo screamed, tears streaming down her face.

She was right. I worked more shifts than I was supposed to and two extra freaking jobs, but it was useless... I was useless, and no matter what I did, I wouldn't ever be enough for my family. I understood why; I wasn't even enough for myself.

I ran out of the apartment. I need to think about how to solve these house issues first before my family hates me more. I typed Coco's phone number and dialed her up quickly. "Is that nanny offer still available?' I asked my voice cracky amidst my efforts to sound fine.

"What's wrong?" she asked, concern evident in her voice, and I burst into tears, thick, hot, and falling down my face, as she quietly listened to me groaning and sobbing.

"Blue, I am so sorry this is happening, but you are strong and I know this won't break you, go home and get ready for that interview ."

***

"I came for the interview," I said with the most confident voice I could muster, but the guard stared at me in confusion. "Are you sure you're not lost, miss?" he asked madly. I shook my head in disagreement and showed him the card Coco had handed me for the interview, and I was let in immediately.

A maid led me to a separate building where the interview was being held, and I couldn't help but wonder if I was in heaven; the scenery, the buildings, the art, the gardens—everything was too eye-catching and perfect; It screamed luxury.

Something I had never had... probably could never have. They led me to a waiting room, and I couldn't help but feel nervous with the amount of people who had turned up for the interview. Wasn't this just a nanny hiring, or was I in fact in the wrong place? I patiently waited for me.

"Number 201," they called me in, and I entered a nervous wreck, and all the judges and whatever they were looked at me with judgemental eyes. I get that a lot, considering I have used only two pairs of jeans and shirts for a while, and even if I wore the better pair of jeans and shirt, I stank of poverty.

" Your attire is very particular, the woman in charge started, "I don't have your résumé, so you're the one who came in with Sir Ethan's card, yes?" Ethan? I didn't know who that was, but I just nodded in agreement.

I had a slim chance of being chosen as the nanny, but I had to try my best. I heard the maids talking about the salary. $32 freaking dollars an hour and $67,500 annually could change my life forever, and I can't miss this chance without knowing I did everything I could.

"Hmm, that's quite surprising. She adjusted her glasses. "Any professional experience?" "No, but I would do my best to make sure you don't have anything to worry about," I answered carefully, but they just nodded their heads, writing something down on their jotter.

"Any experience with babysitting or child caring?" "Umm no. "No buts please, we couldn't care less, everyone here for this interview is a professional with experience and recommendations, don't you think you're wasting your time, our time, cause it seems like you got nothing better to do," she said bluntly.

She was right, but I wasn't ready to back down. "At least you should have made an effort with your look " she added with a sigh and I prayed for the ground to swallow me whole, the humiliation is a lot, and I feel like shit. I couldn't even afford a meal a day, certainly not for new clothes.

" Why don't you leave before you disgrace yourself any further" she shooed me away and I couldn't help but hold in the tears that were threatening to fall out, But I couldn't help but notice the change in demeanor as soon as someone whispered into her ear, and the door flew open and he walked in.

He was breathtaking, his strides elegant and powerful, his gaze unweaving, paired with a black tailored suit that seemed refined, his body, his hair styled neatly; something seemed so alluring yet cold about him; everyone was on their feet till he sat in a king-sized chair waiting for him.

"You didn't tell us you were going to turn up," the lady in charge finally spoke, her voice not as stern and confident as it was a while ago.

"I didn't realize I had to report to you before I decided to show up for my daughter's nanny hiring." His deep voice echoed through the walls, and she just lowered her head down in apology.

He carries himself with an air of confidence, the complete opposite of me. "We shall continue the interview, sir," one man said, and they all sat.

The gaze fell on me, and I couldn't help but gulp, "What do you say your name was again?" She asked her tone nicer than before as if she hadn't already told me to use the fucking door.

"Blue Harper," I replied, my legs were shaking. I couldn't help it, not when he stared at me like that. The interview ended rather quickly, and he didn't say a word; he just had a bored expression on.

" We'll give you a call. Thank you, Miss Harper," she said, and immediately I stepped out and slumped.

It was already nerve-wracking with only those people around, but with him, the pressure was crazy over the top. I could hardly breathe properly; I needed to get to the bar, so I left immediately. Work at the bar normally no incidents or annoying encounters.

"Hey, have you seen my bag? I asked one of my coworkers. I had searched around my locker and the locker room, but it was nowhere to be seen.

"Nah, I don't think you came in with it, though. I hadn't seen it on you when you turned in for work," she explained, and it clicked; I had left it at the interview waiting room.

I quickly took a taxi because I couldn't afford to be late for my next job, and the gateman eventually gave in to my pleas after the 8th time, since I wasn't meant to be let in by this time, I had to find the interview building personally.

It wasn't an easy task, but after a few minutes, I finally found it. I entered the elevator and pressed the button. It didn't matter anyway; I hadn't been on an elevator until today.

It stopped after a few minutes, and I stepped out. It didn't look familiar, but I came during the day, so it was going to look different during the night anyway.

I followed the faint sounds until I ended up in front of a slightly opened door and saw something I probably shouldn't have.

He was standing there, the good-looking guy at the interview, dressed in nothing but underwear and a rope hanging loosely around his shoulder.

"What do you mean I should leave?" A girl in her birthday suit walked up to him, seductively grabbing his cock through the underwear.

"You enjoyed me for some minutes, didn't you?" She pressed him harder, and I couldn't help but feel I wasn't meant to be here or meant to be watching them, but I couldn't look away.

She pulled out her hand, with a bored expression, but she just held on to him. "Come on, baby, you can't do this to me.

Who else can handle you, hmmm?" she purred, licking him. "I won't tell you again, use the fucking door; don't make me throw you out," he spat.

Pulling himself from her grips, his eyes landed on me, and my heart "" skipped a """" beat."What are you waiting for? Now," he demanded, looking straight at me, and my legs followed his orders subconsciously; the other lady just scoffed in disgust while looking at me grabbed her things, and left.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, taking a seat on the couch. The room was mildly scattered with evidence of the deed that just took place, and I swallowed hard.

"I got lost," I managed to say. The slow rake of his gaze down my body made my insides burn with a feeling I was quite not sure about.

"You want a job, right?" He asked drawing out the mouse with cheese. I nodded my head in approval. "Strip, "he demanded, and my eyes grew saucer-like.

"I think I misheard you, sir." "You didn't; I asked you to strip. I thought you wanted the job; it's not that hard, is it? He shrugged, and I felt disgust. It was always sex with men.

"I'm sorry for eavesdropping on you, sir. I'll forget whatever I saw and what happened here." I ran off. I did the right thing. I couldn't become a whore.

Who knows if he would film me and still doesn't give me the job? I couldn't risk my entire social life... but why did I feel like I lost something I never had?