CHAPTER SIX

ALICIA

Jason jogged around his Porshe and opened the door for me to get in. He looked cold and disgusted. I’m pretty sure it was my outfit that pissed him off. He got on the driver’s side and started the engine. His car smelled just like him. His strong cologne filled the whole car. He didn’t pay attention to me. His eyes were fixed on the road, and the silence that filled the car was very loud.

I wanted to confront him right away but his pissed face and that he wasn’t a young boy that I knew intimidated me. He was a grown man now.

“What the hell are you doing in Colombia?” he finally broke the silence.

“If you hadn’t abandoned me like you did, I wouldn’t be in this shit.” I was pissed.

“Wrong answer.” His eyes were still fixed on the road. I ignored him for a few minutes, not knowing what to say. My eyes were fixed on the rare mirror, seeing the tall buildings that we were leaving behind. The car was moving away from the city. The only thing that I was dying to know was where he was taking me.

“I thought I got a job here, but it turned out to be some human trafficking scam.” He finally looked at me. His gaze was cold, and he showed no emotion.

“I thought you were smart, but I can see I was wrong about so many things about you.”

Son of a bitch.

He contributed to the shitty situation that I was in. I opened my mouth to tell him that he was an asshole but closed it without saying a word. I was disappointed because he wasn’t the same Jason that I fell in love with—the one who cared so much about me, loved me, always found a way to make me smile and always had my back, that Jason was long gone. It felt like I was in a car with a total stranger, a cold stranger.

The rest of the ride was filled with silence and some few sighs that I unintentionally let out while I was processing everything that had happened since the day I landed in Colombia.

After being on the road for about an hour, Jason’s car finally pulled into the driveway of a huge villa. His villa was in a great neighborhood. The neighborhood had huge mansions that allowed the owners to have some privacy by being so far away from each other. It reminded me of some suburb I had seen in Los Angeles on one of those girls' trips that my mom had with her friends when she was still alive. She was overprotective and went everywhere with me.

Jason opened the door and left me in his car without saying anything. What a gentleman. He took a few steps and then stopped.

“Stay in the car, I’ll be right back.”. He walked to his yard, leaving in his car. I was very tired and also sad that everything that I never wanted to happen happened to me in the most painful way. Jason came back moments later with a black towel on his hand. He opened my door and then tossed the towel to my lap.

“Cover yourself, I don’t want my workers to think that I brought a whore to my house.” I had zero energy and arguing with him was something that I wasn’t in the mood for.

I covered myself then followed him to the front door of his house. His house was so modern and beautiful. It had so many floor-to-ceiling windows that had black frames, pure white paint and a touch of grey stone—just the way I had described to him while we were still dating how I wanted our house to look like in the future. The house was very clean and organised inside. I was dying to explore the whole house but it would take me forever because it was a huge house.

Jason led me to a bedroom that was on the second floor. The room was very beautiful—white with the pinch on olive green was the theme of the bedroom. It was huge and way different from the room that I was sleeping in at the strip club.

“This is where you will be sleeping.” These were the only words that Jason spoke to me before he left the room. I went to the bathroom that was attached to the bedroom and took a shower, it was the only thing that I needed at that time and I wanted to wash the underwear that I was wearing because it was the only one that I had. I covered my body with the towel that I got from Jason and then went to bed.

I couldn’t fall asleep as quickly as I had imagined. I was tired and needed some rest, but for some reason, it became hard for me to fall asleep. I knew that I was safe in Jason’s hands, but it was strange to see him so cold and unpredictable. What would happen to me if he decided to kick me out? Where would I even go if he were to kick me out? I had nothing on my name. These are the thoughts that made it extremely hard for me to fall asleep easily, but I eventually fell asleep.

The bad dreams that I sometimes had about Smash putting his hands on me and trying to take my clothes off visited me on my sleep. It felt so real that when I opened my eyes, I thought I was still at the club. I was sweating and was naked on my bed. The towel that I had when I went to bed had left my body in my sleep. The sunlight that filled most part of my room brought me back to my senses—I was in Jason’s house, not at the club.

I rested my head on the pillow and closed my eyes, letting out a huge sigh. If only there was a way to erase all the things that Smash did to me, how he tortured me for escaping, the slaps, punches, pulling of my hair and how he kicked me—it kept on coming back to me through dreams. A soft knock on my door disturbed my thoughts. I covered my body with the white bed sheet before I told whoever was on the other side of the door to come in. A woman who I believe was in her early 50s came in with a black cloth that looked like a shirt on her hand .

She walked towards me with a beautiful smile on her face. She was very pretty. Long curly dark hair, big dark eyes, and a chubby face. She was so beautiful and had a welcoming smile. Judging by her clothes, I could tell that she was a maid.

“Hello, Alicia.” She placed the folded black cloth on my bed and then extended her hand to give me a handshake.

“I’m Dolores. Mr Jason was just telling me about you.” She sat on the edge of my bed, just like the way my mom used to do every morning when she woke me up for school.

“Nice to meet you.” I returned a smile.

“Mr Jason wants to see you…he is at the balcony. He asked me to bring you this.” She pointed at the cloth that she had placed on my bed.

“I will leave you to get ready, I will be waiting outside if you need something.”

She gave me a smile then left. I took the black cloth that was placed on my bed and unfolded it. It was a T-shirt, and the cologne that was on it told me who it belonged to—it was Jason’s shirt. I sniffed the shirt for some seconds. It smelled just like him. I made the bed and then went to the bathroom to get ready, hoping that the underwear I had washed the previous night was dry.

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JASON

Knowing that Alicia was safe and no longer under Smash’s clutches made me happy, but he still had to pay. I knew that I had to make him pay for putting his hands on Alicia, I just had to find a way to make him pay. Dolores had prepared me and Alicia some breakfast, but she didn’t show up. I wasn’t sure if she would join me or not.

I was about to eat without her when the glass sliding door to the balcony opened. It was Alicia. She was wearing my black T-shirt that looked like a short dress to her. I had seen her in a revealing dress the previous night, but it didn’t turn me on the way I was turned on by seeing her wearing my shirt. She looked so sexy and beautiful.

I tried to hide that I was staring at her, but I just couldn’t control myself. She was gorgeous. She sat across from me and started eating without saying a word to me. I also started eating without saying anything to her. The only sound that I could hear was the sound of the fork whenever it touched the plate. Seeing the bruises on her left arm, neck, and on her cheek made my blood boil. I didn’t want to start imagining what she went through at the club, but it was clear as a day that she went through hell.

“I can tell you were really hungry. Greeting me would have delayed you from having your breakfast.” She stopped chewing and lifted her head to look at me.

“I thought you wouldn’t reply, so why waste my time by greeting you? I tried to talk to you last night, but you made it seem like you weren’t interested, I thought you had the same attitude this morning.” She went back to eating her food.

She was the same Alicia that I had fallen in love with at one point.

Stubborn.

Dramatic.

The bruises on her face didn’t hide the beauty that she had. She was so beautiful. Her olive eyes, bronze skin, and long dark hair. Her cute dimples were more visible on her left cheek. She was just perfect. I wanted to cancel the order that I had placed for her clothes because there was nothing that would make her turn me on the way she did when her tiny body was covered by my t-shirt, but it was too late—the few clothes would have arrived already from the boutique.

My eyes only wanted to see her in my t-shirts.

So fucking sexy.

We finished our breakfast but didn’t leave our seats. It felt like we both enjoyed each other’s company even when the silence was our main guest. I was still confused about the whole situation, how she met Smash, why she decided to come to Colombia out of all the countries in the world. I had so many unanswered questions but decided not to ask her because I could tell that she was still under a lot of pain.

“Thank you for saving me, I…I don’t know what would have happened if you didn’t get there in time.” She looked so sad when she said this. It was clear that she was fighting the tears that wanted to leave her eyes so bad. I didn’t even know what to say. I was once madly in love with her, I cared so much about her and would do everything in my power to make her happy, but things were not the same anymore—I wasn’t the same person anymore. I had no love for anyone except my family.

Dating wasn’t my thing anymore, the only thing that I did was fucking different girls who I didn’t even remember their names. Alicia was the only girl that I had loved but she fucked up so bad and contributed greatly to the asshole that I had become and how I treated women. She was more beautiful and made my cock as hard as a rock but I just didn’t want to even touch her because of the things that she did in the past.

“Sir, you have a guest, I tried to stop her, but she insisted”. Dolores said. I had told her a thousand times to stop calling me ‘sir’ but it fell on deaf ears. I didn’t even get a chance to respond before Mary walked through the sliding door to the balcony. She wore a dusty pink dress that made her look like a first grade kid on her first day of school. Her fashion sense was ridiculous.

“Hey papi, I have been trying to meet up, but you keep on ignoring my calls. Did I do anything wrong?” I had to go through the same shit every time we met. It got on my nerves and made me never want to get drunk again or host some stupid parties at my house.

“You know you have to leave. Whatever we did was a huge mistake, and it will never, I mean ever happen again. I was drunk and I don’t recall shit from the night that you claim I fucked you.” As usual, she got on her knees and caused unnecessary drama, pleading me to fuck her one more time.

Alicia just watched, with a little smirk on her face. She enjoyed every bit of it. Mary finally left after I had asked my driver to take her outside. It took some screaming and crying for her to finally leave—she acted like a toddler crying for candy at the grocery store to be more specific.

“I see someone has a different taste when it comes to women”. Alicia let out a small chuckle. I knew she would find it funny because she knew the women I was attracted to, and Mary wasn’t even close to them.