Chapter 5

*Alexis*

What just happened? Did I really grant him the opportunity to touch me? Even though his hands were working my clit so good, I couldn't give in. He called me princess. Who the fuck he thinks he is talking to? I'm no princess never was never will be. The word princess just was something that really had a bad effect on me due to past events.

Princess

That's when all the memories flashed back....

I could still remember the day I lost my virginity. I didn't get the whole perfect date, first boyfriend and hotel room thing. What I got was middle-aged man in a dark alley. It was the night of Halloween. Me any my high-school friends were planning to go this party our school had organized for the seniors. My costume was matching with the rest of the group. We and eight other three girls chose to dress as Disney's princesses as a unity. At the beginning of the night everything was unfolding greatly. We got to the school in time and were ready to party hard this night. After some drinks and lots of hours of dancing, I needed to get some fresh air. So I went from the backdoor of the school which ended into alley. Foolish of me. No Shit! Resting my head on the brick wall with a smile on my face of how much of a good time I was having, I didn't notice the man who sneaked up on me. He held my hands while pinning my face on to the wall. I tried to scream. I tried to get out of there but hopelessly. He had immobilized me. Hot tears escaping my eyes as he undressed the bottom of my body. His words were marked in my head. "What a nice princess you are. Let me take that  skirt off you, princess". It was the most terrible, horrifying night of my whole life, after the night I lost my mother. I cried so hard, begging him to stop. I offered him everything in return. Money, food, home but it wasn't enough for his pedophile ass. Moments passed before I felt an excruciating pain. He didn't even care to go slow on me. Moving faster and faster. After some time, exhausted from the pain and the screaming, I fainted. Everything went dark. The next thing I remembered was waking up to the same alley. Nobody had searched for me. It was 2 AM in the morning. The party must have ended as no music echoed through the school's walls. I picked up my skirt, adjusting it poorly to my waist. My hands started shaking when I saw the blood traces down my legs. Even standing up caused me such pain that my eyes teared up.

Princess...

I felt a tear falling down my cheeks due to the flashback. Years, I had been trying to lock that memory away wishing that the pain would finally go away but it didn't. That night for me was a realisation. A realisation about men. There were no princes in the world. There were no perfect dates, perfect words. There were no true, pure love. Men only care about one thing and one thing only. Sex. And because they care about it so much they choose to ignore his value, a thing as girls can't seem to do. If give something value, you give it the power to hurt you. That's why girls get hurt while get laid. Being the cold-hearted bitch I am as my ex used to call me, I used the same method. I didn't give it value as it didn't mean anything. It would mean something only if I gave it that kind of power. So long story short, I became the 'playboy' as they say. I became the woman, men cried for.

Nothing is more dangerous than a woman who healed herself. Alone.

I wasn't going to let anyone deprive me from the life I could live. If you take Life too seriously you miss the fun. And I NEVER miss the fun.

One night stands were usual for me and to be honest they were working out pretty good. They were fun, passionate and exceptionally pleasing. You can't go wrong with these three adjectives. Also, my job didn't quite offer me the luxury of a relationship as my working schedules were never planned, needing me to be alert all the time. I couldn't possibly give all my attention to a man and that's what scared them away. Whilst I could easily afford 6 to 8 hours for a good night sex.

Arriving home, the first thing to do was to clean myself down there. After Mr. Valentine's and I's encounter, a pool was created. Let's hope that I did the right move and that exit caused him a shock he wanted to feel again.

Taking my make-up and my clothes off, I slipped into the warmth of my bed under the covers. I normally slept in my underwear. Opening the lamp beside me, I decided to finish my glass of wine I had left unfinished earlier while going through some emails on my computer.

The contracts for the merge of Mr. Denver and Mrs. Everson had bee send to me successfully signed. I could see the thousands of dollars going in to my bank account. I have been working on this merge for almost two months. It had drained all my energy as the people have asked precisely for me to handle the situation.

Going through some more emails, a particular one caught my eye. It was from Samantha.

"Z.V."

She got what I wanted. With the deal sealed, Mr. Valentine naively gave us access to his whole life. His past, his bank accounts, his inheritance, almost everything. But nothing I could use as a leverage if I wanted. His untouchable criminal record was clearly a result of a bribery to some judge because he definitely was not the saint he was presented to be.

His club smelled cocaine and his bars screamed illegal alcohol trade. There was not even one cop around the perimeter of the club which meant that he had one of his own in the force. That's where I needed to start. I have to learn more about him. I can't afford him dragging my name and dignity through the mad over some sexual tension.

Then a notification reached my ear. He had booked an appointment for Friday.

Missed me already Mr. Valentine.

That will be the perfect opportunity to get him to open up a bit. What it took was some whiskey as I saw he liked it tonight and a sexy dress of mine to get him talking. He thinks I will not be able to keep my hands to myself , awaiting to finish what he started. That's exactly where I wanted him to be. On edge, waiting, ignoring the fact that I could push him at any moment.

Game on Mr. Valentine ....

GAME ON, DARLINGS!