Chapter 2

Chapter 2

(Arya’s POV)

The winter air made me shiver as I walked down the snowy road barefoot with nothing to keep myself warm, save for the lacy lingerie which clung tightly to my every curve.

My teeth chattered from the cold and I wrapped my arms around my chest, ignoring the stares from people passing by. They were the least of my problems, and I had greater things to worry about.

Where was I going to start from? What was I going to do with my life henceforth? I had left with nothing, even more empty than I had been three years ago when I had agreed to marry Derek.

“I curse the day he came to that coffee shop,” I mumbled quietly as I passed by the glowing neon sign of a nightclub.

“There you are! Do you know how long everyone’s been waiting for you?” An albino man wearing thick glasses said, rushing towards me.

I looked up at him, clueless. “What are you—“

“There’s no time for questions, sweetheart. This is why I never hire newbies without referrals,” he said, adjusting my hair, then he looked over at me with a discerning eye. “You’re already late so there’s not much I can do. Who cares about your face though? You’ve got a perfect body, that’s what anyone would care to look at,” he said, and before I could react, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the nightclub, shoving me toward a stage with blinding lights.

Loud music blasted through the speakers, and looking around, I saw a sea of people all staring back at me expectantly.

“Get on the stage. Shake that ass,” the crowd roared, tossing some dollar bills at me.

It was then my brain processed the fact that I had been mistaken for a performer. I wanted to tell the man who had forcefully dragged me in here that I wasn’t a stripper and take my leave, but I couldn’t, staring helplessly at the dollar bills that had been thrown at me.

I didn’t have anywhere to go. I needed all the money I could get, and if that meant I gave these people what they wanted for one night, then there was nothing wrong with that.

Steadying my trembling fingers, I slowly walked onto the stage, and the moment my hands touched the strip pole, I knew exactly what to do.

My body swayed to the rhythm as my hips moved seductively along with the music. The crowd roared approvingly, and I knew I had them completely hooked, especially because they kept tossing dollar bills at me.

For the first time in three years, I felt appreciated. I didn’t feel inferior because I was dancing for money. As a matter of fact, it made me even dance harder. I had nothing, and every dollar I collected was another step away from Derek.

I was sweating profusely and feeling dizzy, but still, I didn’t dare stop, until when all of a sudden, the lights flickered and went off, plunging the club into absolute darkness.

Disappointed groans erupted from the crowd, but I was unbothered and decided to use that opportunity to gather up all the money scattered all the floor, stuffing everything into my bosoms.

As I made to get out of the club in the dark, I stumbled into something that was rock solid. I froze for a moment, unable to move, and just then, the lights came back on.

“Do you have trouble walking?” A deep voice growled, making my heart skip a beat.

Slowly, I looked up, only to find myself staring directly into icy grey eyes, which made my heart race even faster. He was handsome… the most handsome man I had ever seen, with sharp cheekbones and full lips, a sculpted body and broad shoulders.

He lowered his chin, tilting his head slightly, and I shut my eyes close, believing he wanted to kiss me.

“Get out of my way, I don’t do prostitutes,” he whispered into my ear.

I could feel his hot breath against my neck as he spoke, sending shivers down my spine, but as he walked past me, I couldn’t help but feel insulted.

I grabbed his hand, pulling him to a stop. “You know what? I’m tired of people talking down on me,” I said.

“And what’s that got to do with me?” he retorted.

“I can see you’re headed to the stage. You’re a male escort, aren’t you? I’m not a prostitute, and I’m willing to pay for your services,” I said.

A spark appeared in his eyes as he grimaced. “Can you afford to pay me $100,000?”

“You should rob a bank instead,” I retorted, slightly annoyed and made to leave, but instead, he pulled me back.

“How about you let me have all of your earnings for tonight?” he winked.

There was something about him that was incredibly appealing. He seemed so confident, cocky, sure that he knew exactly how to make women surrender their dignity. And there was also something about the way he was looking at me, like he wanted to ravish me, and for whatever reason, I knew that was exactly what I needed to stop feeling so miserable.

“Deal,” I said, and proceeded to shake hands with him, but instead, he crushed his lips against mine surprisingly and wrapped his arms tightly around me.

My knees weakened immediately and I kissed him back ravenously, not protesting as he swept me off my feet and led me upstairs to a luxurious room, ignoring all the eyes that were on us.

The second we got in, he kicked off his shoes, placed me gently on the bed and proceeded to strip off his clothes while simultaneously ripping the lingerie off my skin.

His hands caressed my breasts, squeezing them tightly, with his thumbs circling around my nipples until they stiffened, and he then placed his mouth around them, sucking greedily.

My hands gripped his waist, pulling at him, as I let out a muffled moan. He trailed kisses all over my body till he settled on my pussy lips, which parted slowly under his tongue before he slipped it into the wetness, teasing me mercilessly.

He licked and sucked for several minutes before pulling out of my vagina, leaving me gasping and whimpering. I had begun to settle down, when he inserted two fingers into me. I let out a strangled moan and bucked up against him eagerly. He continued thrusting inside me roughly while I screamed in pleasure.

Slowly, he withdrew his fingers from me then suddenly thrust his cock hard into me, making me evaporate instantly beneath him, and I could feel myself tightening around him as he pounded in and out of me.

“Don’t stop,” I heard myself scream, as I pulled him tighter around me, digging my nails into his back.

“You’re so fucking sweet,” he panted between thrusts. “So fucking hot and tight,” he added, his thrusts growing faster and harder as he came hard inside me.

I clutched onto him desperately as I climaxed, crying out in ecstasy.

His body tensed as he collapsed beside me, panting heavily.

“That was insane,” he said, running his fingers through my hair.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” I whispered, snuggling closer to him.

“Worth a hundred thousand dollars, eh?” he joked.

“Worth ten times that,” I replied sleepily, drifting off to sleep.