007: BEAT HER TO A PULP

THIRD PERSON POV

“I can’t believe she could do such things!” Calla screamed, stomping her foot angrily on the ground.

Madam Ye lay on the bed, turned to her side as her back throbbed in pain.

Calla had been wiping her blood nonstop, yet it still spilled out again within seconds.

“Please, wipe my back,” Ye said, gesturing weakly toward it.

Calla scoffed, eyeing her mother from head to toe. She already felt disgusted. Why did she have to take care of such a burden?

“If you had done it right, this wouldn’t have happened!” she screamed.

Ye froze. It felt like needles piercing into her aching body. If she hadn’t been injured, she would have slapped some sense into that girl.

“Please,” she begged. It was her only option now.

Calla’s lips twitched.

“Gosh, I hate that girl!” she screamed, raking her hands through her hair like a maniac.

Madam Ye could only glare at her foolish daughter.

“Just come dress my wound,” she said again.

Calla shut her up with a glare, sighed, and walked toward her, crouching beside the small bed.

“I’m tired. Do it yourself,” she said, flashing a low smile.

It agitated Ye. She reached for Calla’s shirt.

“You caused all this! Minister Shay wouldn’t have kicked us out if you had stayed in one place and stopped messing with that girl!” she yelled.

Calla shivered. Her mother’s words stabbed deep, but they also fueled her anger.

She shoved Ye’s hands away, the impact making Ye hit her injured back against the bed.

A hiss of pain escaped Ye’s lips.

“Did I tell you to frame her?” Calla snapped. “Or did I tell you to create a cleansing ground just so you could punish those kids?”

She pointed at her mother.

“You are annoying,” she muttered, laughing softly as she ran her hands through her hair.

Her lips parted to say more, but her phone rang.

Calla grabbed it instantly. A smile bloomed on her lips.

“Babe,” a masculine voice came through.

“Yes,” she replied sweetly, her voice angel-like.

Madam Ye stared in disbelief. Her daughter knew how to pretend, how to wear masks. Strangely, she felt proud. The world was cruel: either you became evil or you were crushed. Throughout her life, Ye had always believed that if she caught a wealthy man willing to spend on her, everything would be fine. But fate had given her that scoundrel instead, the one who left her with Calla.

“I’ll be right there,” Calla said, ending the call.

Her dark eyes returned as she glared down at her mother.

“I’m heading out. Take care of yourself. Get a bath or something.”

She turned to leave.

“Is he wealthy?” Ye asked.

Calla smirked. “Of course. I wouldn’t date a poor man like you did.”

She slammed the door shut.

Ye sighed, glaring around the house. She hated it here.

This shabby place was bought with her last money. Even the roof leaked. She remembered the orphanage, the donations she hoarded for herself and Calla, leaving scraps for the children. Clothing, money, comfort, She took it all. Shay had kicked her out. She had said firing her was mercy compared to imprisonment. She had accepted the forty strokes with it.

Now everything was crashing down.

She clenched her fists, remembering the pleasure on Anna’s face. That stupid girl, always pleasing others to be loved, always a pawn. Who knew Anna had been counting her days?

“That pretentious bitch,” Ye spat. “I will strike back. Watch me.”

*************

Meanwhile

The cab finally stopped in front of the club.

Her sugar daddy had told her to come here, he said he had arranged everything for her modeling career.

A smirk curled on Calla’s lips. She stepped forward.

“Your pass,” the bouncer said.

Calla froze. She hadn’t been given one.

Before she could speak, a voice rang out from inside.

“Let her in. She’s a special guest.”

Calla squeaked softly at the word special. She recognized the voice instantly.

She shot the bouncer a cold, authoritative look and cat-walked inside.

She hugged the man immediately. “Mr. Pearson,” she purred, pressing her boobs against him, making sure he felt them.

Zane Pearson, around twenty-nine, tall, built, devastatingly handsome. A billionaire. A bad boy who fucked anything and made sure everyone knew it.

He chuckled, glancing at the other women clinging to him, they did instantly but shit a venomous glare at Calla.

“Leave,” he ordered.

They walked out. Calla felt triumphant and special.

She sat on his thighs. His jaw clenched as his gaze trailed over her face, then lower at her protruding nipples.

“You’re pushy today,” he said.

“I have to be,” she giggled, squeezing her breasts so his eyes would land there.

She wore no bra. Her nipples pressed visibly through the thin fabric. She did this intentionally.

His hands slid under her shirt, squeezing, pinching teasing, like they were his. She bit her lower lip as desire flashed in her eyes.

“Everyone out,” he told his bodyguards.

The door slammed shut.

He lifted her skirt, making her breasts bounce. He punched them lightly, then claimed them with his mouth, sucking and biting.

She moaned.

He pulled down her shorts, exposing her perfectly shaved pussy.

He stared down, staring at her wetness, thick yet they stained his trousers.

“Table,” he muttered.

She obeyed, walking to it and placing her hands on it. She knew what position he wanted. Doggy-style.

“Has my place at the studio been secured?” she asked.

He didn't answer, instead his zipper answered. They zipped down.

Before she could finish, he slammed into her.

“Aaah—mnh!” she moaned, gripping the table as her body reacted instantly. Her finger nail etched into it scratching it of his brown colour.

Then...

The door burst open. A woman in a red mini dress stood there, her hair tied in a ponytail, and her face smeared with make-up.

“You bastard!”

Zane didn’t pull out, instead he slammed harder.....Calla stared in confusion, her moans only fueling the woman’s rage.

Without another word, the woman dragged Calla off him and slapped her hard.

Calla staggered backwards clinging to the table, her cheek burning.

She looked at Zane, pleading he helps her, but he calmly adjusted himself.

“When you’re done, come home,” he said to the woman and walked out.

Calla’s legs trembled. “I’m sorry,” she whispered "He asked me to please here, I just do this for money really. He called me I didn't come here on my own"

The woman laughed. She was Diana k kws for having a bad temper, also hate when her things are covered, she was bad news: no whore wnated to cross path with her.

“Do I look like I care if you’re a whore?” She grabbed Calla’s hair.

Outside, the bouncers laughed. “I knew she would end up like this.” he muttered to his fellow-mate.

Zane also ways took girls out, fvck and does what he wants! Why? Of course to make Diana angry and so she could go feral... crazy.

“Didn’t she give us a triumphant smile earlier?” the other bouncer replied and let out a mocking laughter.

"Lest see if she survives this!"