Her Revenge Contract
Chapter 74

Katherine's POV

The driver brought the car to a stop in front of a place called Shivering Angels, and I scrunched my eyebrows together, a bit confused.

It looked like a club of some sort.

"Wait for me," I instructed the driver as I got out. He nodded and drove off in search of parking.

The noise from inside could be heard outside the club, and I passed a few intoxicated people smelling of alcohol.

"Hi", I said as I greeted the bouncer at the door.

He, in return, didn't say a word and let me in.

The place smelled of cheap perfume and women, and I felt out of place.

"Would you like a private room?" A waiter dressed as a bunny girl came up and looked at me.

I guess it was normal for CEOs and directors to do business here.

"Mr. Aaron said he would meet me here; do you know where I should go?" I asked.

The waiter nodded and pointed to a room in the corner.

"Thanks," I said, heading to where she showed me.

I sighed, feeling excitement bubbling up inside me.

This will be the first time I will do business without anyone's guidance. I didn't tell Xavier where I was going to try to prove myself and surprise him.

I followed the instructions the waiter gave me and looked for the room number I had scribbled on a piece of paper that Aaron had emailed me.

When I found the room, I made sure the numbers corresponded and that I was in the correct place.

Once inside, I was surprised at how it looked.

The table set in the center of the room was filled with dozens of empty alcohol bottles and plates of half-eaten food, but there was no one inside the room waiting.

I stopped a waiter passing by and asked if she knew where the people were that should have been waiting for me.

"Seriously, mam," the girl dressed in a white bunny suit rolled her eyes at me, "I am a waiter, not a keeper. The gents most probably went to the bathroom."

"Okay," I responded, and I took a seat inside to wait for them. After all, looking at these empty bottles, I wouldn't be surprised if they got sick.

I found a clean and decent area to sit in and waited for them to come back, but after a while, no one appeared.

I sighed and sent Aaron a message. When he didn't reply, I sat there feeling bored.

Even though this was a room, there was a wide open space where you could look down on the stage.

That's when it hit me-this was a strip club of some sort.

That explains the bunny suits.

My gaze traveled over the full tables below and the men throwing money at the girls dancing on stage.

I shivered as one of the men grabbed the girl on stage.

After waiting for an hour, I turned my wrists and looked at the time.

I was now starting to get a little impatient. If Aaron wants to do business like this, he can take his business and shove it up his ass.

I was ready to leave and grabbed my handbag.

Just as I was about to open the door, a man walked in, nearly able to stand on his two feet.

He was drunk.

Wearing a slightly broad suit, his face was red, and he narrowed his eyes when he saw me.

"Are you Patrick?" I asked, looking at the man's figure, which was similar to Aaron's description. The man looked slightly dazed and opened his eyes with difficulty.

"Patrick? Who is Patrick?" He asked.

I just stared at the man, unsure what to do.

The man grabbed a bottle, poured the liquid into his mouth, and wiped his face clean with his shirt.

"Yes, yes, I'm Patrick! I'm Patrick!" He said.

I suddenly had a bad feeling about this.

"Isn't Aaron here?" I asked.

"Aaron was drunk, and I sent him home." The man said he took another sip of his drink. "If I had known that the goods he sent me were this good, I would have brought more goodies for the evening." "What are you talking about?" I asked, getting irritated.

"Nothing. Come on, have a drink with me first, and then things will be easier to talk about!" He said, and handed me the bottle.

"I am sorry, but I don't drink," I said, getting up to leave. "Since you had too much to drink, we will reschedule our meeting for some other time."

With that, I stalked toward the exit of the room.

When the man saw it, he became anxious, and he stretched out his hand and pulled me back. He pressed me down and forced his body on top of me, with the bottle in his hand. A sinister smile followed the man's lips. "You are already here; you can't leave without having a drink with me!"

The man forced the bottle to my lips and poured the liquid down my throat.

My gaze moved toward the door where a woman in sunglasses stood, and she patted a man on the shoulder next to her.

"Take the picture!" I read the woman's lips.

The man glanced around to make sure no one looked and secretly took out a camera. The camera flashed, and before the next set of photos could be taken, a waiter stepped forward and blocked the camera lens with an unhappy face. "I'm sorry, sir, but we're not allowed to take pictures in here," the bunny waiter said with a serious face.

Before the man with the camera spoke, the woman wearing sunglasses became anxious. She pulled the waiter's collar aside and accidentally knocked off her sunglasses.

Erika! I should have known!

Erika stared at the waiter and yelled at her. "Don't talk nonsense! If I want to take photos here, I will. No, get the f*ck out of my way!" She dug into her jacket, pulled a small stack of money from her pocket, and stuffed it into the waiter's hands. "Take the money and leave!" She said and gestured for the man to continue taking the photos.

I tried to fight off the man but was unable to. I watched as the waiter shook her head and turned toward me, seeing me pinned under the man. Her eyes widened, and the waiter shook her head in disbelief. There was something in her eyes that said she wouldn't dare have this behavior here. She turned on her heels and stalked toward the manager.