My Boss Made Me Dance for a Wealthy Man, It Turned Out That I Already Knew Him – Story of the Day

An interruption during her workday placed Ella in a private room, dancing for a strange man, except he wasn't a stranger. They just hadn't seen each other in almost ten years, and the secret she had kept so thoroughly threatened to be exposed.

Ella meticulously scrubbed the floors of "The Velvet Rose," a dimly lit strip club filled with the smells of stale alcohol and lingering perfume. As she worked, a strange man disrupted her routine, stepping on her cleaning towel and lifting her chin with a domineering gesture.

"What are you doing?" Ella's voice quivered as she looked up at the man and removed her chin from his grasp.

"I need you to come with me," the man demanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Sir, I'm sorry, I can't talk to guests," Ella replied nervously. "Let me just clean."

"You're coming with me," he insisted condescendingly.

"Why? Where?" Ella faltered.

"To be alone. One private moment with me is worth more than your monthly wage," he smirked, his intentions clear.

Ella, offended, refused. "No, sir. I'm just a cleaning lady here."

She tried to pull on the towel, and finally, the man relented, letting her go. But as Ella made a hasty exit with her cleaning towel and a water bucket, she crashed against her boss, Mr. Cooper. He yelled, outraged at being soaked in soapy water.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Cooper!" she exclaimed in panic.

The strange man, witnessing this, smirked and spoke to Mr. Cooper. "Despite her clumsiness, I want some time with her."

Mr. Cooper refused, suggesting another dancer. Relieved, Ella thanked him, offering to clean his clothes.

"You're booked," Mr. Cooper snapped. "You'll be going to a VIP room."

"But, Mr. Cooper, I—" Ella protested, dismayed.

"You'll do as instructed," he cut her off.

Ella's heart sank. She couldn't lose her job, but this was against her will.

"This isn't fair," she pleaded. "I'm not a dancer."

"It's business," Mr. Cooper stated coldly. "Do it or face the consequences."

He turned to Lana, a dancer. "Get Ella ready for the client."

Ella followed Lana to a secluded room tucked away from the prying eyes of the main hall.

"Here," Lana murmured softly, gesturing for Ella to enter the room. "Get ready. Don't make the client wait long."

"Lana, how can I do this?" Ella asked.

Lana's expression softened. "It's not hard. Just dance. It's good money, too. It's much better than what you must make now. Some clients are more handsy than others, but they shouldn't hurt you."

Ella nodded.

Soon after, she was in the private room, dancing, while her client sat in the dark, refusing to reveal his identity. "Closer," he whispered repeatedly, his voice stirring an unsettling recognition within her.

I'm as close as I can get!

"Why aren't you looking at me?" the client asked.

"You paid for a dance, not a date," Ella retorted, avoiding his gaze.

"You weren't always like this. You were sweeter before," he remarked, confusing Ella.

"Do we know each other?" Ella questioned, a sense of dread creeping in.

As the man stepped into the light, Ella gasped, "Samuel?"

"Ella," Samuel spoke softly, their shared history hanging palpably in the air.

"You demanded a dance from me?" Ella accused, her emotions swirling.

"Ella, I wanted to talk. Please..." Samuel's voice conveyed regret.

"Don't you 'please' me," Ella responded sharply. "You left without a word."

"I know, and I'm sorry," Samuel admitted.

"Saying sorry doesn't fix what happened. You think 'sorry' erases the years I spent trying to forget you?" Ella's pain was evident.

"You don't understand; I never wanted to hurt you," Samuel pleaded.

"But you did. You left and never looked back," Ella's voice was heavy with unresolved emotions.

Their tense exchange revealed years of pent-up feelings and unanswered questions, highlighting the deep wounds left by their separation.

"Give me a chance to explain," Samuel begged.

"I can't just forgive and forget. You have no idea what it was like after you left," Ella said, her voice breaking with the weight of her past.

"I know I hurt you, leaving you at the mercy of my mother," Samuel admitted. "But I'm back now, and I still love you. You're still beautiful."

Ella's heart ached with past humiliations. "You weren't there when I needed you most," she replied, her voice trembling. "I can't just open my heart again. This isn't just about me anymore."

"Wait, what do you mean 'not just about you'?" Samuel asked, reaching out, but Ella stepped back, unwilling to let him get close to her.

"It doesn't matter," Ella said. "Forgiveness won't erase my pain. Love wasn't enough then; it isn't enough now."

And then Ella turned around and left. She returned home, her mind swirling with emotions. At home, she was reminded of her responsibilities by a photograph of her young daughter, Sammy. Suddenly, she received an unexpected video call from Mr. Cooper.

"You think you can lie to me? You think you can steal money from me by taking a client to your house?" Mr. Cooper demanded.

"I haven't done anything of the sort, Mr. Cooper. I—"

"Don't bother with denials," Mr. Cooper's yelled. "He left after you. You think you can make money on the side without my knowledge?"

"Mr. Cooper," Ella insisted. "Please, it's not like that."

"You're fired! I don't care if I can use you for dancing and cleaning. I can get a million girls like you in this city! You're worthless!" he spat and hung up.

"Why am I always reminded that I'm worthless?" Ella thought, her self-esteem shattered.

A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. She opened the door to find Samuel.

"What are you doing here? How did you find me?" Ella asked, her emotions a mix of surprise and wariness.

Samuel, remorseful, pleaded, "Ella, please, let me in. I need to explain."

"There's nothing left to explain, Samuel. You think you can just buy me for a dance and then show up at my house?"

"Please! The dance was an excuse to talk to you," Samuel pleaded. "Please, just let me inside so we can talk properly," Samuel pleaded again, and Ella finally gave up, pacing away from the door to clear her head.

"I needed you," Ella's voice shook with emotions. "And you weren't there when I needed you the most. I was vulnerable, especially when the vultures in your family came upon me. I thought they would eat me up. I already said this. I don't know what else you think you're going to explain."

"Ella, I know I was a coward in front of my family," Samuel started. "But I realized that almost immediately. But when I looked for you literally the next day, you were gone! You disappeared without a trace, and I thought you didn't want anything to do with me."

"I had to disappear. Your mother... she threatened me about the baby."

Samuel was shocked. "I wanted that baby. I'm sorry for not being there."

"It's too late," Ella said firmly.

Samuel, undeterred, pleaded for another chance, touching her gently. The room was filled with tension, but the moment was broken by the voice of Ella's daughter, Sammy.

"Mommy? Where's my book?" Sammy's arrival startled both adults.

Ella's heart raced as she saw the look of realization on Samuel's face. He knows she is his daughter.

"Who's this Mommy?"

"A friend... from long ago."

Samuel pushed forward, closer to the girl. "Hello, there," he started. "What's your name?"

"Hi! My name is Samantha, but everyone calls me Sammy."

Samuel understood immediately that Samantha had been named after him.

"My name is Sammy, too. Kinda," Samuel told her sweetly. "I'm Samuel. How old are you?"

"Tomorrow is my 10th birthday," Sammy replied happily. "But I bet you're not 10, right?"

Samuel laughed, and in spite of herself, Ella did too.

"No, I'm much older, but it's still great to meet you," he continued.

"OK, time for your bed!" Ella said.

After sending Sammy to bed, Ella faced Samuel. "You need to leave."

Samuel was persistent. "She's my daughter. This changes everything."

"It changes nothing," Ella insisted, her voice firm despite her inner turmoil. "She's MINE! Only mine!"

Sammy's call interrupted them again, and Ella used the opportunity to end the conversation. "Please, go," she urged Samuel, determined to protect her and her daughter's peace.

Samuel left Ella's home, but not before secretly taking a set of keys. The next morning, Ella awoke in Sammy's bed. She'd been reading stories to Sammy and dozed off. As she walked into the kitchen, she saw Samuel and Sammy surrounded by birthday decorations.

"What's going on here?" Ella asked, her emotions a mix of surprise and irritation.

"Surprise, Mommy!" Sammy exclaimed. "Mr. Sammy set this up for me!"

"It's little Sammy's birthday," Samuel explained, trying to ease the tension.

Ella reluctantly joined the celebration, not wanting to ruin her daughter's happiness. They sang, cut the cake, and Sammy made a secret wish.

"What did you wish for?" Samuel inquired playfully.

"I can't tell, or it won't come true," Sammy replied with childlike innocence.

Ella captured the moment with photos, her emotions surfacing when Sammy insisted on a picture with both her parents. The image of them together as a family stirred deep feelings within her.

After the celebration, Ella confronted Samuel. "I know she needs a father, but you can't just surprise us like this," she said, her voice reflecting a mix of joy and apprehension.

"I know it was wrong, but I couldn't resist. I've missed so much already," Samuel admitted, his voice filled with regret.

Ella acknowledged her own longing for a family but insisted on boundaries. "I don't know when you'll decide to lea—"

"Leave? I'm not leaving. Ever. I missed everything, and it's time to make things right," Samuel declared, his determination clear.

"Samuel, please," Ella pleaded, "don't promise what you can't give. This is not just about me."

"I understand that now," Samuel said earnestly. "I've changed. I know what matters."

Their conversation was interrupted by Sammy's excited return. "Mom! Thank you for the gift!" she exclaimed, clutching a new coloring book.

Samuel engaged with Sammy, coloring and laughing together, while Ella watched, torn between the joy of the moment and the weight of their past.

Suddenly, a voice inside Ella told her she needed to tell Sammy the truth. She just couldn't hold it from her daughter any longer. So she took a deep breath and began. "Sammy, honey," she said, her heart pounding, "Samuel is not just a friend. He's your father."

Sammy's eyes widened in disbelief. "Really? My Daddy?"

"Yes, baby," Samuel confirmed, his voice choked with emotion. "I'm here now, and I'm not leaving."

Ella and Samuel enveloped Sammy in a tender embrace.

"Mommy, this is the best gift ever," Sammy whispered, her words piercing Ella's heart with joy.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't here before for you two," Samuel murmured, his regret palpable.

As they held each other, a sense of unity emerged from the pain. Ella looked at Sammy, then at Samuel, feeling a newfound clarity. "You are here now," she said to Samuel. "You're a part of her, and she's a part of us."

At that moment, amidst the complexities of their past, a silent agreement was formed—a commitment to move forward as a family, acknowledging their love and shared history.

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