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Chapter 167: New Policy Chapter 167: New Policy Angelia

I didn't know why I wore pants instead of the work-issued skirt. Who was kidding? Of course, I knew the reason. Kingston had once demanded I change my skirt to pants. That time I didn't follow through which led to me being punished for my disobedience. Now, though, it felt like I was distancing myself further from them if I wore the skirt instead of pants. It was ridiculous, but that was what it felt like.

Weldon didn't stop me like he usually did when I walked past his office to get to the changing room. He was the manager of De Iceberg and a friend. At least, we had been friends, he used to have a thing for me that I had never encouraged. But when he found out I was with Kingston, he took a step back. Honestly, he didn't just take a step back, he had gone on to ignore me. At first, it stung, but now I was so knee-deep in another kind of hurt that made it feel inconsequential. Hanging up my jacket and storing my bag, I got ready for a shift at the bar. I hadn't found out that this nightclub was owned by Kingston after I became his submissive. He hadn't known about it either.

De Iceberg was the kind of club for people to see and be seen. The drinks were expensive as all hell, but it kept up the facade that this place was only for those who could afford the exclusive lifestyle. Many, of course, couldn't afford it, but they wanted to pretend for a night that they could. I glanced in the mirror quickly, ensuring my eyes didn't look red and haggard from a night of crying and lack of sleep. This shit that had happened to me couldn't have come at a better time when my emotions were already high from having my period. Thank you, hormones for making it even harder for me.

As I walked out to the bar area, my eyes went automatically to the vip section as if sensing that one of my men was there. Kingston sat in the booth by himself, a glass present in his hand. His eyes connected with mine, his gaze was so intense that it practically took my breath away. I didn't know what he was doing out there. Usually, he wouldn't be. Well, of course, he hadn't been or else I would have found out sooner than he was my boss. He looked me over from head to toe, his gaze paused when he saw my pants. Even from a distance, I could tell he was sad and pleased, I could see it in the slightest twitch of the month and how his eyes heated a tiny bit. Seeing his approval made my skin hum in this pleasant kind of way.

Forcing myself to break eye contact, I went behind the bar and set everything up before we opened. I could feel him watching as I got everything ready, making me hypersensitive and my skin prickled. I was aware of my every movement. I bathed in his attention, knowing it was the only thing I would be getting from him in a while. He had promised me he would fight for us, but I was anxious to find out how he would do it. I couldn't risk physical contact or anything that could trigger the guy who had now taken control of my life. At least, I thought it was a man. From what I had heard on the phone, it seemed to be a guy, but with the added robotic effect, I couldn't be completely sure. Thankfully, I hadn't heard anything more from him since yesterday before the meeting with the guys.

As the club started to fill with customers, I was kept busy enough that I didn't have the time or capacity to think about the unknown person. I didn't want to call him a stalker, it would just make everything too real. Kingston didn't stop watching me while I worked. Once when I looked up at him, I saw him scrutinizing a male customer who was a little too forward while hitting on me. Still, it wasn't something I couldn't handle myself, it seemed he had come to the same conclusion. The right grasp on his glass wasn't hard to miss, though. So he wasn't happy even if he was controlling himself.

Halfway through my shift, I was hungry, and my head complained about the loud music and lack of sleep. Working at the club was hectic in a way, even the café on a Saturday wasn't. At least, when working with Andy, we made sure each of us got a lunch break, no matter how busy we were. Here, all I could do was stick it up, but even with how hectic it was, the pay more than made up for it. I served a customer a drink and then one of the servers who I know also worked as a bartender every other weekend like me walked up to me. "Take your break, I will stay here until you are back." He said, confusing the hell out of me.

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