CHAPTER 5• Trust? A careless word.

"Hey... I haven't heard from you for days, is everything okay with you?" Scarlett asked from the video call with a concerned look etched on her face.

"Yeah, sorry for not returning your call the other night, my phone broke," Abigail explained, glancing at the phone, which was placed on the dressing table.

"Oh my gosh, I had been damn worried. You would have seen me the next day if you hadn't called today. Scarlett said, her gaze fixed on Abigail, who seemed to be getting dressed for an occasion. "You off to somewhere?"

"Erh... Yeah. I would officially start working at LUST tonight, so I need to look my best." Abby replied.

"Lust is every goddamn girl's dream!" Scarlett squealed with dreamy eyes. "Heard men over there are down-to-earth gorgeous."

"You bet," Abigail replied with a small smirk. Just within that period, she reminded herself of the person whom she had been goggling about for the past few days. He must be the number one handsome client of Lust, no doubt.

"Hello..." Scarlett drawled, bringing Abigail's attention back to her. "You already found a hot man there huh?" She teased.

"Nope, that's not it," Abigail answered wearing her earrings.

"Just don't forget that after sucking a handsome dude's c*ck, you should still get paid for a job well done."

"No, come on, Scarlett." Abigail laughed. "I'm not even sure I'm at LUST to work there for a long time you know... It's a different mission." She stated.

"Oh. Please be careful, if it's too dangerous, you come back home. We are fine with what we have."

"Yeah, trust me. I know how to take care of myself." Abigail responded as she closed the earrings box. "And... You seem a bit weird, I must say."

"Weird? Me? How?" Scarlett inquired with a raised eyebrow while Abigail could read that her sister was trying hard not to shake her eyebrows.

They might not be biological sisters but they sure have the same traits when it comes to nervous signs.

"Uh, nothin'. Nevermind." Abigail smiled. "I gotta go now, Jose must be waiting."

"Jose?"

"Yeah, he's uhm... I don't know, bodyguard or assistant." She shrugged and Scarlett laughed.

"Okay, okay. Jose." Scarlett replied with a knowing look, and Abigail scoffed, glaring playfully at her before hanging up.

There was a knock on the door and Abigail already knew who it was. "I'm coming..." She called out as she stood up taking her phone and putting it inside her purse.

Abigail walked out of her bedroom to the living room, which she rarely visited because, of course, her bedroom had a balcony, which she always went there with pants and bras, and it always felt like she was on vacation.

Abigail shut the car door, and the driver zoomed off.

The drive was silent, with Jose and the driver paying attention to the road while Abigail gazed at the city; of course, this was the second time she had a view of New York. She had hardly gone out since her arrival, thanks to Mr. Rizzo giving strict commands, and Jose had been a not-too-bad bodyguard, always asking for her well-being.

Maybe he was checking on her to see if she hadn't run away because even an insane person would know how much danger she was putting herself in.

Getting involved with a Billionaire who had managed to hide the fact that he's a Mafia from the world. She was pretty sure Blake Knight's wife wouldn't even know his other identity.

"Please," Jose called and she glanced at him for a brief second before alighting from the car. "I'll take your coat." He said, taking them from Abigail as they walked into the entrance walkway.

They entered the club, which seemed busier than it was during their last visit, with music blaring out from speakers and laser lights shot out in all directions, painting the walls with vibrant colors.

Jose led Abigail to the VVIP room where they had met with the LUST CEO. No one was in yet, and she had her seat while Jose walked out of the room and returned a few moments later with the woman.

"Hello, Abigail. We meet again." The woman greeted her as soon as she entered the room.

"Hi, Linda. I hope you're doing well." Abigail replied.

"Want some drink?" Linda asked pouring some alcohol into a cup.

Abigail collected the cup of alcohol from her and took a sip. Then she thought. This must be worth a million because of its exquisite taste.

"So, I went to see Mr. Blake, and he is interested in meeting you," Linda said taking the cup away from her lips. "I hope you don't fuck things up. He is very picky and the most strict client ever. He doesn't give two fucks about a lady's appearance, so I hope you're able to tame him and get him to take you to bed."

"You can trust me on that," Abigail uttered confidently. She had seen him a few days ago, and she was sure she had seen well when she saw desires written on Blake Knight's face, he wasn't going to act any different tonight.

"Please don't use the trust word so carelessly," Linda muttered. "No one is to be trusted. Right, Jose." She added, turning to Jose with a hint as though they both had something hiding, and Jose smiled a little after concealing his glares.

"Should we make a toast before you go to Blake Knight?"

"I don't wanna be late," Abigail declined as she stood up from her seat, and she heard Linda mutter good luck.

Abigail walked out of the room as she breathed in deeply.

"Would you like me to escort you---"

"I'm fine, Jose." Abigail interrupted as she headed over to the room where Blake Knight must be in.

She opened the door and entered as all eyes turned to her.