“Sure thing, hun. If you need anything else, just let me know. I’m sure you’ll meet Jade as soon as her shift is over. Leisha will come by tomorrow evening to give you a rundown and help you with training. There’s a small kitchen down the hall. If you want to cook anything, just mark your food and don’t eat anyone else’s unless you want a fight on your hands.”
Why didn’t I fucking think about food?
“If you want anything delivered, just put your name and the item on the list on the fridge, and I’ll make sure it gets down here.”
“Thank you, again,” I repeat with a nod.
I wonder about the large, overprotective man. Does he have a pack of his own? Do they not have an issue with him working here? Or is he simply just a nice older gentleman who enjoys caring for others?
Roger places my room key and onboarding packet on top of the dresser next to my belongings before he leaves.
The room is small, but clean and riddled with soft luxury. The queen sized bed is pressed against an all black wall with two nightstands on each side. There’s a modern black dresser and desk on one side, as well as a small closet, and the door to the bathroom on the opposite.
The bathroom is a Jack and Jill; the door locking with the same key as my front door. I’m happy to see that whoever I share a bathroom with seems clean and tidy—small blessings.
The prepaid phone isn’t the same generation as the one I tossed into my bathtub at home, but it at least has Wi-Fi, and I’m able to download apps; the first being a food delivery service, so I don’t have to leave. The less I’m on the strip or anywhere downtown the better. Maybe after enough time, Anthony will stop looking for me, and I can restart my life somewhere.
I pull out one of the many gift cards I bought with cash and enter the number when I place my food order. I’m going to sincerely miss my meals from back home, but part of me gets a little joy out of how self-sufficient I’m being. Everything in my life has been pretty easy up until this point; there’s some comfort in knowing that I’m resilient.
This is my first job, my first apartment, and I did it all on my own.
I’m sure Anthony would have never imagined that I could be this capable. I wonder if he misses me? I highly doubt it. If anything, he’s just pissed off that I ran away and can’t be used in his schemes.
There will be people who do miss me, though, at least I hope. Logan may not have cared about me in the same way I did him, but I hope that he’ll miss me. At the very least, our chef, Lisa, will notice that I’m gone. It’s a sobering feeling knowing that the only person who truly loved me is dead. I feel like my pàpa would be proud of me right now. He always believed in me, always loved me for who I was.
He probably wouldn’t be thrilled that I was working here; no, he would definitely drag me home by my hair. Although there would be a part of him that saw my strength and defiance, traits I got from him.
I shove down the sadness as I prepare my room, wait for my food, and read the onboarding packet front to back multiple times.
There’s a red dress hanging outside of my door when I wake up in the morning, and I assume that it’s my uniform for tonight. I still haven’t run into any of the other Omegas—not even the one I share a bathroom with—and I’m getting nervous. I haven’t spent much time around other Omegas, is it catty? Or is it hard to build friendships here?
Despite my nerves on my upcoming training for today and how I’m going to be received here, I still manage to eat something before I get changed.
I already made sure everything was shaved and pristine, and I take extra care in my makeup and hair before putting on the dress. When I look in the full-length mirror behind my door, I don’t see the same Elena Amante I was before. The Omega looking back at me is a new person, and I don’t hate her.
She’s confident, sexy, and fun.
All the things I’ve wanted to be but was never allowed. I was a Don’s daughter, asupposedclassy virgin.
Well, look at me now.
The dress is a deep red satin that shows a lot of chest and leg. Far more scandalous than anything I’ve ever worn in public, and I find that I quite like it. It’s never too late to reinvent yourself, right?
I’ll always be who I am to a certain degree. I’ll always care too much, always fight for what I believe in, and love people too hard. But as I look in the mirror, I feel like I can be more, I can be powerful.
I was raised by a powerful man; I watched how he carried himself. He’s a part of me, and behind these walls, I plan to be the strongest version of myself. Even if the High Roller is a pit stop to get money and figure out my next step, maybe it can also be one of the best experiences of my life. Maybe this place can help me figure out who I am beyond my designation and the family I was born into.
I can be anyone I want here at the High Roller, and something about that is extremely comforting.
There’s a knock at my door, and I swallow down my nerves before answering it. I’m greeted by a tall, stunning, dirty blonde Omega. She’s wearing a tight-fitted black dress that shows off her abundantly full breasts and hourglass figure.
She gives me a smile and laughs.
“You must be Elena? You’re cute, I’m Leisha,” she says.
“Hi. Nice to meet you,” I say softly as she leads me down the hallway and unlocks the main door. We walk up the stairs to the main club floor.
“Private rooms are upstairs near Travis’ office. We can check those out later. Tonight, you can just shadow me to get a feel of the club. I’m assuming you read all the rules?”
