CHAPTER TWO

“Did you just say five thousand?” I stutter, scratching my neck in confusion.

“Yes, that's your part of the money he is paying.” she frowns, looking at me like I am stupid.

My part of the money is five fucking thousand. So in total he is paying fifteen thousand just for a night with me.

I am so confused. How rich is this guy? If I do this, that money will take me a long way. I could pay my bills and still have some cash left long enough for me to find an actual job.

My head is spinning. If I don't do this I would probably die because I can't afford my drugs, food or water, but if I do this I can take a break from stripping and find an actual job.

I mean it's just a night, and I would probably never see him again. I really need this money.

I take a deep breath. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

“I will do it.” I murmur, turning to look at Madame who has been staring at me with a bored expression.

“Good. Go get changed.” she instructs, and goes back to her computer.

I hurry back to the changing room, and look for something sexy to wear. I bet it is some old bag with an endless pot belly, and decayed teeth.

I sigh. I need to just get this over with.

Standing in front of the mirror for the second time this night, my eyes look dull, my body is dressed in a black lace bra with black garter belt topped with a black lace panties then net stockings finished with a black heel. My hair is packed up in a tight ponytail, my face caked with makeup.

Madame walks in, her hands behind her back. She runs her eyes over my body then nods before dropping a quick compliment.

“Looks good.”

That is as far as a compliment I will ever get from her. Madame saw me crying my eyes out at the hospital because I couldn't afford my drugs.

She offered me this job at the time I was a desperate freshman drowning in debts I had taken to be able to pay for my surgery.

So I took the job at first as a booker because it paid more, but as soon as I paid off my debt I stopped and stuck to being a stripper only.

“Good luck.” she nods, and walks off.

I sigh. I really need that good luck. Lord help me to be able to withstand an ugly fat fool tonight.

The door to the private room creaks open as I walk in. The room glows with neon light.

The king sized bed at the end of the room is adorned in white sheets, a large couch is in the middle of the room.

My breath hitch at the figure laying effortlessly on the couch.

I recognise that build. What I thought would be an old fat fool turned out to be the blued eyed man at the club earlier.

His eyes rake my body from my legs slowly to my thighs, pussy covered in a tiny lace up to my belly button then to my boobs where his gaze lingers before he looks at my face.

The way he stares at me, his iris dilated makes me unconsciously push my thighs together trying to soothe the dull ache that arises there.

Wetness pools between my legs just from his gaze. His body is draped lazily on the couch, legs spread wide apart with one arm slung over the couch.

The confidence is staggering.

“Come here.” His voice is deep, sultry like he is in a trance. It makes my body shake with desire.

Ever so slowly I stride up to him, standing in between his open legs. He tugs my hand sharply, making me fall into him, my ass directly over his growing bulge.

“I didn't pay for you to stare at me. Get on your fucking knees, and suck me off.” he growls, his voice harsh.

Usually men speaking to me in such a manner annoys me, but now hearing him say it makes my pussy get wetter.

I drop to my knees, my eyes unable to move away from those beautiful blue ones.

I trail a finger over his cock through his pants, a barely there groan leaves his mouth encouraging me to move on.

In the past I never cared enough to want to pleasure them, I just laid there letting them use me, but strangely I find myself wanting to please this blue eyed stranger in front of me.

I tighten my palm on his cock this time a groan leaves his mouth.

“Such a little tease ain't ya?” he hums, biting his lips.

A small smile makes its way to my lips as I unbuckle his belt. I tug the waistband of his pants down.

His cock springs free from his boxers standing proud, and erect.

Oh my goodness. It's huge, and thick.

Will this even fit inside me?

“I will make it fit.” he grunts.

His fingers wrap around my throat, pressing down slightly so I am not choking.

He leans over his face directly in front of mine, he trails his thumb over my lips.

I take a sharp breath as he takes off my bra with only one hand then cups my left boobs, twerking the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Yeah, you like that hmm?”

He murmurs, his lips peppering kisses along my jaw to my ear down to my neck where he sucks hard.

My back arch at the sensation that runs through me, it's something I haven't felt before.

His palm in my throat shifts, tugging my hair hard earning a moan from my lips.

My pussy is dripping at this point, and he has barely even touched me.

“Are you going to stop being such a tease now?”

“Yes.” I gasp, my thighs pressing together to get some sort of release.

“Uh huh.” he tsks his right foot pushes my legs apart as a whimper leaves my throat.

“Do as you are told only then will I consider touching you.” he pauses, raking his eyes over my body once more.

As if not satisfied a sharp sound fills the air as he rips my panties apart. The move is so sudden, so hot it has me panting.

Deciding to listen to him, I take his cock into my palm as he groans loudly, throwing his head back.

That encourages me, using my thumb I rub his precum over his length and start stroking.

He thrust his hips into my palm urging me to move faster.

I have to use both my hands because of how big he is. The sight of his cock in my hands is so tempting I follow my urge and swipe my tongue over his top to taste him.

Not too salty or sweet, it tastes just right.

A deep groan leaves his mouth, “Fuck yeah. Take it in your mouth.” he urges. His breathing quickens.

I do as instructed, taking his whole tip into my mouth and suck. He bucks his hips causing him to slip deeper, making me gag.

“Breath through your nose, and fucking take more.” he grunts, his grip on my hair tightening tightening.

I swipe my tongue over his tip, bobbing my head up, and down, taking more of him as I do.

My palm strokes the rest that I can't fit into my mouth. I hollow my cheeks as I find a pattern I like.

Swipe, suck, stroke.

I am not an expert in giving heads, but the groans, and grunts leaving his mouth tells me I am doing something right.

His foot in between my legs moves slightly rubbing my clit. My body jerks at the unexpected move.

“Just like that baby. Faster.” he groans.

I move faster, bobbing my head faster as I stroke him. My moves become sloppy as I can't seem to get both my hands, and mouth in rhythm.

As if he senses it, his next words have me nodding in relief.

“I am going to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours, and you are going to take it like a good fucking girl, yes?”

I nod, earning a grunt from his parted lips. He bucks his hip up, pushing his cock further into my throat.

It hits the back of my throat, “ Fuck baby, you feel so fucking good with that mouth of yours wrapped around my cock like a filthy whore.”

His dirty words go straight to my core. The heat in between my legs becomes too much and I start grinding on his leg.

“Look at you. Such a desperate little slut. You are dripping without me even touching you, you want me so bad you can't help but to grind my leg, eh?” he groans.

Blue eyes piercing into mine as I grind his leg, him fucking my mouth.

His legs tighten, he begins to thrust faster into my mouth, my throat squeezing him as he does.

“Fuck. You feel so good. I am about to cum, and you are going to take every damn drop of it like a good girl, yes?”

He doesn't give me time to respond as his hips move forward spilling into my mouth.

I swallow, loving the taste of him.

He tugs me up, hoisting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, he walks over to the bed throwing me down.

I bounce on the bed.

He leans over, trailing kisses from my legs to my thigh up to my pussy. He moves further up avoiding the place I want his mouth to be.

His kisses continue up my belly button to my boobs, staring at my very hard nipple he groans.

“My turn.” he says, then latches onto my nipple like a starving baby.

My back arches off the bed, my finger finding its way into his head as he palms my other boobs, twerking the nipple like he did before.

“Oh fuck.” I don't recognise my voice anymore.

The feeling is intense, his mouth on my nipple sucking, tugging, biting as his hand works on my other nipple is too much.

I moan, writhe beneath his touch completely at his mercy.

His other hand moves down the side of my belly then palms my pussy.

“Oh my goodness, fuck.” I gasp, grinding my pussy on his fingers.

The feeling is too much, I need a release.

“Such a needy little whore.” his hand leaves my pussy only to come back down in a light slap.

It sends pain through my system, but the pain is enjoyable as it has me moaning.

His thumb rubs against my clit, my hips move automatically to meet his fingers.

“Please.” I beg, my breath coming out in my pants.

“Please what baby? Tell me what you want.” he taunts, his thumb still on my clit rubbing but not enough.

“Touch me please. I want your finger inside me.” I beg, rolling my hips.

He pushes two fingers inside me at once, pumping them in, and out as he keeps working on my boobs.

“Oh yes. Right there.” I moan, moving my hips as he pounds his fingers into me.

“Say my name. Leonardo.” he orders, his lips leaving my boobs to my neck.

“Oh Leo please. Fuck me Leo.” I beg, my legs shaking from too much pleasure.

“As you wish.” he rises up grabbing his discarded jeans to take a condom out.

When did he undress?

Before I can ask he is slamming into me with a long hard thrust.

A scream tears out of my mouth at the unexpected force. He grabs my throat, his hand lands a hard smack on my ass.

I moan at the pain his palm leaves, arising sweet pleasure in its wake.

“Fuck. Such a desperate whore,taking my cock like it's made for you.” he growls.

CHAPTER THREE

The night wind whips past me, spreading my hair around. The feeling of the wind calms me as I walk home with my heels in hand.

I left the club in such a hurry that anyone who saw me would think I was crazy. I didn't want him to come out of the shower, and come find me.

Who am I kidding? I'm just a whore, why would he even bother to look for me? After all, he already got what he wanted.

You do know he paid for a night, not for one round. My subconscious snark.

I shut down that thought as a guilt bubble inside me, he did pay for a night. He wouldn't have paid fifteen grand just for me to run out.

My legs tingle, I can still feel his cock buried inside me. The way it felt, his lips on my skin as he ran his fingers down my body—

What the hell? Stop thinking about it, stop thinking about him.

That was the best sex of my entire life, and it was from a hookup.

I hate it, hate how I feel so dirty. I am not supposed to like the sex the way I did, it was just a one night stand or in my case a one time thing.

I am not supposed to want more, but I do. I want to run back to the club, strip naked and let him fuck me senseless.

But I can't, I won't.

It was a one time thing, and it's over. Now I search for a job, and leave this life behind.

I try to force the thoughts of the blue eyed man behind my head.

But it's impossible as I climb the stairs in this god forsaken apartment every step brings a dull ache that reminds me of the blue-eyed man.

Damnit.

Huffing loudly, I successfully climb the last steps rushing to my room.

I immediately plop down on my bed as I already showered at the club.

Grabbing my laptop, I click on my linked in account as I surf through the app in search of a job.

My hands scroll repeatedly, applying for any, and all jobs I could get my hands on.

A notification pops up on my laptop, I click on it to reveal I have a job match.

LG TECH is in need of a secretary. Perfect. I quickly apply for the job, crossing my fingers in hopes of it working out.

When I have successfully surfed enough, and applied to about twenty jobs. I lay on my bed, and forced myself not to think about him.

The man who gave me my first orgasm, the man whose fingers are like magic, the man whose mark is forever etched on my skin….

Stop thinking about him.

I will myself to finally shut my eyes, and fall into a disturbed sleep.

“Stop being so difficult, and let us have our way.” he grunts, his first meeting my face in a sharp punch.

My head rears back as I tumble to the floor.

“DADDDD!!! HELP ME PLEASE!!!!” I scream out loud.

The other guy lunges at me, his fisting pounding into my side.

“Shut the fuck up bitch!!! He won’t save you.” another one behind growls.

Those green eyes stare at me intently, a wicked grin spreading across his lips.

“You will regret the day you came into my life.” he laughs, his fingers going towards the switch.

No, no, no, not the lights. I try to scream but before I can he flicks the switch plunging us into darkness.

A moment of silence then different arms grab me, pressing, hitting.

“AHHHH!!!!” I scream awake, sweat trickles down my forehead as I pant.

My vision blurs from the tears forming in my eyes, I take short gasps pressing my palm to my chest in a miserable aim to alleviate the pain.

It’s okay.

It’s in the past, he can’t find you. He is gone.

A sound of pain tears out of my lips as tears stream down my eyes.

Why can’t I just forget it all? My palm forms into a fist as I plunge it to my chest repeatedly.

The physical pain is nothing compared to what I feel wrecking my insides apart.

I fold my legs up, curling into a ball as I cry for the miserable person I am, for the demons that haunt my dreams.

*

Once I was feeling better I got dressed, and headed to the club for my money.

He probably slashed my money in half as I ran before time.

What was I thinking? Urgh, that was so unprofessional of me.

So what if he didn’t kiss me? So what if I feel like trash because he didn’t see me as someone worth kissing.

If I remember correctly I am a whore.

And so what if I felt like my heart would rip to pieces if he saw me as a whore.

I would probably never see him again so what does it matter?

“If it isn’t a famous whore.” a familiar voice stops me as soon as I am outside the club.

I turn around to stare at the only person who derives fun in taunting me.

“Hello Hale, how are you?” I force out the words.

Dressed in his usual joggers, and hoodie is none other than Hale Parker, my one, and only ex.

We dated for almost two years until he found out I was a stripper. Since then he derives joy in dragging me down.

He never even asked me why I did the job, just assumed the worst.

I didn’t give a rat's shit if he was fine or not, but in order to get away from him is to act like a saint when he sees me as a whore.

“Pft. Like a whore like you could even care. All you care about is getting your pussy fucked like a slut that you are.” he barks at me.

The words stings so bad, ripping my insides out. But I would die before showing that his words hurt.

I look down at my phone, eight am sharp, “Isn't it too early for this?” I ask, a smile finding its way to my lips.

I didn’t feel like smiling, I felt like ripping him to shreds with my words. I felt like crying my eyes out that a man I once loved could treat me like this.

I felt like screaming at the universe for casting a curse of bad luck on me, because no matter what I did I never found happiness.

“You are so disgusting, your face alone repulses me.” he snaps, turning around and walks off.

I took a deep breath, forcing a smile out of my lips as I marched towards the club entrance.

This is me, my life. No matter what happens I always smile, my tears are for no one to see.

*

Turns out he was generous enough to actually pay the whole money as he promised.

Madame gave a signal nod as she handed me my money.

I smiled happily for the first time in a while as I bounced out of the club.

I collapse in my bed, a smile still present on my lips as I recount the dozens of things I got to do.

I restocked my drugs, paid my rent, sorted my other bills, bought groceries, and still had enough to last for a while.

The blaring of my phone attracts my attention, stretching over. I grab it up.

An unknown number.

It can’t be him. It isn’t him. Chills ran down my spine as I scrambled away from my phone, his voice ringing in my head.

“When I want you, I will find you. Because you are mine.”

No, it can't be.

CHAPTER FOUR

The sound stops then starts all over again.

It can’t be him. I applied for jobs so it's probably one of those.

And I was right this time.

It was the LG Tech company calling me in for an interview.

“Ohhh!!!!!” I scream after dropping the call.

I have an interview on Monday. Ohhhhhhh!!!! My feet move to the edge of the bed as I fly out of my bed in happiness.

There isn't enough room, so I moved my legs on top of my bed as I jumped in excitement.

Whoooo!!!

*

My eyes snaps open, my lips splitting into a wide smile as I giggle in excitement

Without missing a beat my body moves up into a sitting position as I slide around my room in joy.

“I got an interview ohhhh, amma got a job ohhh. No need to fret any more because finally something good is happening.” I sing out loud, moving my body around as a teardrop down my cheeks.

I move about once more sliding to my bathroom to shower.

Standing under the shower, the droplet of water glides around my body as my tears disappear beneath the water.

*

I hop out of my room, jamming the door close as I skid down the stairs.

I am in grey pants paired with a white blouse and my black flats, a tiny purse clutched in my palm as I dance around with my earphone plugged in.

Iko iko by Justin Wellington blares through the speaker as I dance along.

Moving my hips to lyrics as I raise my hands in the air, dancing happily.

I got called for a freaking interview, whoooo!!!!!

It happened so fast one minute I was dancing by the roadside, the next an oncoming vehicle ran towards me.

I turn just in time to see it coming my way, quickly I back off moving to the side.

The car breeze passed, making me stumble to the side, nearly collapsing on the floor. I drag my earpods out more aggressively than needed.

Turning my head I glared at the car that stopped, pushing my hands back on the asphalt. I used it to weigh myself as I pushed my weight off the floor.

This was a new fucking clothe I bought.

The black car was so sleek, and black. That was the only thing I knew about the car. The car engine revs coming to life as it begins to move.

What the fuck?

Did they think they were too big to fucking get out of the car, and apologizes.

Oh hell no.

Without thinking, I bend down, reaching for a stone. I wrap my fingers around it, standing up.

I make a good aim, moving my hand forward. I let the stone fly.

It moves in the air repeatedly before landing on the back window.

A shattering sound fills the air as the glass breaks into pieces, and starts wheezing out.

My lips stretch into my charming smile as I glare at the car, patiently waiting for the owner to come up.

The door drags open as clean looking black shoes move out of the car.

Those are some expensive shoes, but heh don't care.

His body moves out next as he drags his head out, taking his fucking time.

He is adorned in a black suit with a sun glass perched on his nose, and an earphone plugged to his ear.

A fucking body guard, you have got to be kidding me.

“Good day ma. I would like to know why you bashed our car.” he growls as soon as he gets closer.

His eyebrows are pulled together, his golden hair gelled to the back as he stood tall, towering above me.

“Well, I would like to know why you almost killed me, and not think to apologise.” I snap, not letting his build intimidate me.

“If I am correct you are the one who wasn’t watching where you were going leading to the incident. Have you ever heard to not plug your ears when walking.” he barks, folding his arms behind him.

“Well, courtesy demands that you apologise. And I wouldn't be paying for damages unless you apologize.” I stomped my foot, puckering my lips forward.

Lord knows that is my escape route, rich people hate apologising.

They feel they own the world, so I am going to use that to my advantage.

Why the fuck did I even stay? I should have ran immediately.

“I am sorry ma’m for almost running you over, and for not apologising.”

Shock sizzles through me as the words stumble out of his lips.

How could he do it so easily? My face goes beet red.

“Well, how much is the window?” I ask hesitantly, knowing that a car like that is worth a ton of shit.

“18000 dollars.” he murmurs, his expression that of a bored cat.

What!!!

“Eighteen thousand for just a car?” I gasp, totally astounded.

“Yes ma. How would you like to pay?” he questions, clearly unfazed by the amount he just called.

“What is going on here?” a deep familiar voice booms.

The man in suit steps aside, revealing the same cold blue eyes that I couldn't stop thinking about.

His hair is combed carelessly, making them pour over his left eyes, his brim blue suit clinging to his body like gloves.

His arm was laced with a silver watch.

“You—” is all he is able to say before I turn on my heels, and dash away.

“Go fuck yourself, and your stupid expensive car.” I yell over my shoulder, a mischievous laugh bubbling out of my throat.

Should I have done that?

Hell no. Considering the fact that I owe him a night.

Did it feel good though?

Of fucking course.

Those eyes, the universe must be against me if I met him again.

It’s just a coincidence, I mean it’s a road. Anyone could be going to go.

For all I know we could have passed each other a gazillion times, but had never known.

With that conclusion. I speed to the bus station.

*

LG TECH is fucking huge, has the total of sixty floors which were all built so beautifully.

The receptionist was so prim, and proper I began to doubt my ability to get the job.

I move my feet up, and down repeatedly as I nervously wait for my name to be called.

There are so many girls here, most of them dressed like they are going to a club, and not an interview.

Am I even dressed right for this job?

“Olivia Macurry, you’re up next.” the lady who has been calling names yells, looking down at the pad in her hands.

I scramble up to my feet, clutching my purse in my hands as I walk up to her.

She pushes the CEO office door open, ushering me inside.

I step inside morphing my lips into a smile that drops immediately as I raise my head up.

“You again!!!!”

“Oh you have got to be fucking with me.” we say at once.