Night gradually submerged the area and the chattering of people tuned down. I looked up when the sound of my cell being opened reached my ears.The stone faced officer approaching me had me sitting up straighter."You're free to go, Miss Rodriguez.""What?" I asked, not believing my ears.He didn't reply me, just removed my cuffs and started to lead me out. I was released?? On what grounds? No one could afford to pay my bail.My eyes wide and looking about my surroundings, I made to ask the officer another question when we ventured into the reception. One person caught eyes. Lorenzo Vitale. An angry Lorenzo Vitale.The officer addressed him in low tones, "Here she is, Sir."Lorenzo nodded at him, and when the gangly man left, Lorenzo's gaze focused on me."Follow me," he ordered, striding out of the reception.I was left staring at his retreating figure, flabbergasted. What the hell was going on here.After a while of staring at the doors, I collected myself and ran after him. He was
He wanted me?Too bad I couldn't want him."You know what," I started. "Thank you and everything but that is out of the question. I'm afraid I'll have to refuse the honour of being your booty call."A look flashed in his gaze. Surprise. Surprise at my refusing his 'admission'. I near rolled my eyes; guess someone wasn't used to being told No."And you refusing is out of the question," the jerk announced firmly."You'd have to deal, then, or better yet, ask some other person," I said.Surprise still stark on his face, he asked, "But, why? It's not anything that you're not well practiced in."F*cking prick. "I see being a douche is something you're well practiced in."His brows rose. "Touché," he muttered. Then said, "Give me one reason why you don't want to be with me."Be with him? If ever there was an euphemism for selling your favours..."I'd tell you two. Number one," I listed. "You are the most inconsiderate a*shole I have ever had the misfortune of meetin--""Why would you say th
He started with listing me my benefits."For each night spent with me, you get a total of two grand." My world tilted crazily. Two grand was a lot of money!"How many nights am I going to be spending with you then?" I asked, trying to keep an open mind about the whole situation."Thirty five nights. Your stay with me would span a term of five weeks."Five weeks, I thought, swallowing down a knot of apprehension forming at the back of my throat. Five weeks, I could do this."And I'll be getting you a spot in the most thriving apparel co--""No," I protested. "Just get me back to La Trésor."He looked at me keenly, then shrugged slightly. "Alright." And he continued, "You get a day off on Saturdays, and get to control your schedule only on Tuesdays."When there was a stretch of silence, I nodded.He leaned forward, calm. "And as for your obligations. You have got only two rules you're to strictly abide by. One; come to me whenever I bid you to do so. And two; be open to whatever it is
I was barely aware of the sounds and movements around me; the light bustle and chatter of people, the sound of engines petering off, or of high heeled legs stretching out of posh cars. No, what I was aware of was the six foot male beside me. The warmth of his large hand on the small of my back, the raw vitality and animal grace he exuded.And his smell. I covertly leaned in closer, surreptitiously sniffing him. His smell was divine. Sensual. Male.His deep voice suddenly sounded beside my ear. "Are you sniffing me, amore?"Even as I shivered, my face warmed in embarrassment. Curse my readiness to blush: it was the one innocent thing life hadn't managed to beat out of me."Of course not," I said. I hoped I sounded as nonchalant as I'd intended."If you say so." That deep, amused rasp again.We neared his car and I was shocked when a bulky man came out of the driver's side. He had a long beard and a full sleeve tattoo on his right arm, and his hair was closely cropped to the sides. I wa
Agnes watched me from across the table. The occasional sound of crickets and people stumbling along the stairs cut through the silence once in a while. Agnes finally spoke up, "So let me get this straight. You happened to find a mega rich billionaire and he proposed to pay you to sleep with him for five weeks. Four grand a night.""Yeah," I said, rubbing the back of my neck. "That's pretty much it."She reclined on her chair, expelling a breath. "Wow... Just. . .wow. This is..." she trailed off, searching for a word."Crazy?" I supplied, dreading her verdict.She surprised me by saying. "No. Amazing.""Amazing?" I was a little shocked."Yes, amazing. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, one that could afford to heal mum once and for all." She held my gaze. "And It seems like you like him. Do you?" she peered at me closely.Still a bit shocked, but no less grateful for her acceptance, I stumbled over my words. "Uh-I-we-he... We don't like each other, at least not in the way you me
Lorenzo had indeed sent the right apparels for the occasion. And that left a glaring question in my mind.How had he found out where I lived?Cautiously, I treaded towards the boxes and bags on the ratty sofa in the living room of my apartment. My gasp filled the room along with the ruffling sound of the bag as I bent and opened it. Inside the bag was a set of jewelries that was obviously worth more then I could imagine. Grabbing my keys, I set for my room.I placed them on my bed and set about to opening them one by one. I withdrew a pair of white platforms and a designers bag. I took out a pair of--I automatically blushed--a pair of red gauzy underwear and black halters. Then slowly, with my mouth hanging open, I lifted a lengthy red gown from the bag.Facing the mirror, I held the dress before me. The bodice had a sweetheart neckline and the cinch at the waist made way for a hugging floor length skirt with a long slit running up a moderate length at the left thigh. I smoothed my ha
I felt no remorse whatsoever as I tore down the dark, winding streets of Williamson.Laboured puffs of breath escaped my lips and nostrils, my heart beating frantically. My legs ached due to the exertion I was putting on them as they pounded down the hard concrete.Danger; was just a few blocks down. And a wide grin was plastered on my face."Sorry!" I yelled as I ran into a couple about to make out, instantly breaking them apart. They shot me scathing glares, glares I returned by kicking up my speed to their annoyance.I wasn't sure if my bumping into them had been a mistake: or not. My love life was currently in tatters, and a reminder of my single status had my hackles rising.Irrational; I know. But try telling that to my scorned heart.The affluent neighborhoods and areas around me gradually muted down to run down apartment complexes and unimpressive structures. I drew to a breathless halt when I rounded into a quiet lane. Empty. Safe.
The place was a riot of heavy music, flashing neon light, hoots, catcalls and yells.Walking through the brightly lit parking lot of the club, I strode past cars that probably cost more than my life. Graham had said not to bother with how I looked, but I did, taking a scissors to my old shorts and Tee; making them into something more sexy, daring.The bouncer before me perused me from head to toe thoroughly, irritation flared within me and I crossed my arms before my chest, shouting above the music, "I doubt my eyes are on my tits!"He tore his eyes away from them, not looking the least bit contrite. Why should he? I thought, smacking myself over the head. This was a strip club for godsakes."State your business." His voice was deep and monotonous."Graha--"At that moment Graham's thin form came striding out the doors. "Alta!" He called excitedly when he saw me. "You made it."I forced out a smile, my nerves starting to get the best