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.

Aww fuck!!

Why does it have to be him? They say the third time is never a coincidence.

Staring at me with deadly eyes is none other than the blue eyed man that I had sex with last week, the same man I ran away from that same night and the same fucking man I smashed his car today.

Is the universe against me or something?

“What are you doing here? Don't tell me you are the interviewer?” I ask, my eyes widen the size of a frying pan if not more.

I know I am exaggerating but still.

He leans back in his seat, a smirk curving in his lips as he drops an even bigger bomb, “I am not just the interviewer, I am the CEO of Leonardo Geal Technology.”

Ahh fuck, how I am even sure he is the CEO?

“Say my name, Leonardo”

His words from that night come back to haunt me. My eyes widen as I remember his name, Leonardo.

I stare at the golden pate tag on the table, it has Leonardo Geal written boldly on it.

There is no way he is going to hire me after running away from him that night and bashing his car today.

In just a span of two weeks I have cost this man over a throaty thousand dollars if not more.

“I know you won't hire me, so I will just be in my way now.” I grumble under my breath as my lips try to stretch into a small smile.

I turn around, about to leave when his voice stops me, “Aren't you here for an interview?” he asked.

Spinning around I stare at him wide eyed, is he really going to interview me?

“Incase you do not know, I am a businessman, and I don't mix business with pleasure or personal matters. You are here for an interview you will get one.” he states, pointing at the chair in front of him.

Should I really do it? If I had any sense I would know that I needed to leave here immediately.

I would know that he isn't just going to let me go just like that, and give me a job just because I am here.

But, at the same time I am in dire need of a job, and if I don't get this job I wouldn't be able to stop stripping.

I am still weighing my options when he barks at me, “I sincerely do not have all day. I am sure you have seen the number of ladies outside.”

I don't think about it any longer, I just move and plant my ass on the chair in front of him.

“So what makes you think you deserve the job of my PA?” he asks, making my eyes go the size of an egg.

“I saw the job vacancy for a secretary, not a PA.” I stumble over my words, suddenly feeling sweaty.

My neck cranes a bit at his words.

“So are you saying you aren’t ready for the job?” he scoffs, his tone very condescending like he knew I just couldn’t do it.

It hurts a little, but it also makes me very angry.

“ I am saying that a company this big should be competent enough to input the correct description of the vacancy available.” I growl, glaring at him.

“Oh well, one would think every applicant is to be ready for whatever questions that come their way. But it seems spending so much time at the club stripping has taken control of your brain. You have no idea what an interview is for.” he says with a straight face.

I have never felt so insulted in my entire life.

It was normal to be judged by people who didn't know me, which is basically everyone.

But someone who fucked me merely a week ago speaking to me in such manner really pierces my skin.

“Are we having the interview or not? I really do not have time to waste.” I say, smiling like he didn’t just imply that I was dumb because I am a stripper.

“Well, we can but I am not sure the company is interested in hiring a whore.” he grunts, eyes sweeping down my form.

I can boldly say I am the most decently dressed in this whole goddamn interview.

And I planned on quitting stripping if I get this job, but he doesn't need to know that.

Still smiling sweetly, I answered him, “And as you can see, I do not let my personal life interfere with my work life.”

Wanting to get under his skin I push further even though my next words may cost me this job, I still couldn't stop myself from saying it.

“Don't mix business with pleasure. It’s a common saying, you should try practicing it. I bet it would do wonders for you.”

His face falls, straightening his back and he narrows his eyes at me.

“If that is the case, why do you think you are suitable for the job of being my PA?” he asks, his fingers tracing his chin.

I tell him the only reason I can think of is, “Because you obviously need someone to baby you, and put you in line.” I snort.

Only realising what I have said after saying it. I am really tempted to slap myself, and run for the hills because he is definitely not going to hire a big mouth like me.

“Hmm, that’s a good reason.” he says, making my eyes go as wide as a sauce pan.

He taps on his laptop, scrolling through it as he takes his precious time.

His forearm flex whenever he taps a button, his sleeves are rolled up halfway revealing tones of muscles.

His fingers are long, and skillful as they move along the keyboard with so much expertise

Those same fingers that wrapped around my throat, those same fingers that—-

Fuck, fuck, what the hell am I doing?

I am here for an interview not to gawk at the man. This is the most I have thought about sex.

This is even the first time I have liked it.

“Well, your details are extremely interesting. You have some potential here.” he praises.

I know he is being professional, but it still feels nice to be complimented.

“Look I will give you the job right here, right now, “ he says, shutting his laptop before he stands, and heads towards his window.

I force the giddiness rising up in me because I can sense a but coming up in that sentence.

“But?” I press, hoping he doesn’t ask me to sleep with him.

Not that if it comes to it I won’t do it, but I don't want him to be among those men that take advantage of situations.

“But you have to quit stripping.” he finally turns, his blue eyes piercing into mine.

My jaw falls totally not expecting that. Of all things he wanted me to stop that, why?

He must have taken my silence for me not agreeing to use the next words had me throwing away the already trashed job.

“I will double your pay.” he adds.

My eyes widen even further, but I manage to nod my head.

He wants to pay me double to stop stripping? Hell, yes I am taking the job.

I was going to stop anyway so why not stop with extra cash.

Gaining my composure I taunt him before I finally agree, “Of course. Even though that goes against my ethics, I will accept it.” I say smiling, he narrows his eyes before nodding.

What stupid ethics? Who gives a fuck about ethics? I don't even know the meaning of that crap.

“Fine, you have the Job.” he finalises.

I shot out of my seat, happiness bursting through my being. Tears burn the back of my eyes as some stubbornly rolls down my face.

Before I can say any other words, the door bangs open, and a very angry looking lady marches in.

“How could you do this Leonardo!!!” she screams, her face goes seriously red. Leonardo rubs his forehead, eyes rolling back as he takes his seat.

“Who are you?” the words slip from my mouth before I can stop it.

She turns around, glaring at me hard. The next words that leaves her mouth knocks the air out of me.

“I am his fiancee, who the hell are you?” she barks, making my blood drain from my face.

Oh shit!!!!!