Chapter 2.

Chapter 2

Arya’s POV

The winter air made me shiver as I stumbled barefoot down the snow covered road, each step sending a fresh wave of cold through my body. I had nothing to keep myself warm…nothing but the thin lacy lingerie that clung shamelessly to my curves and offered zero warmth but I kept on walking because I didn't have any other choice.

My teeth chattered uncontrollably from the cold and I wrapped my arms tightly around my chest, trying to preserve what little warmth I had left and the last shred of my dignity as I tried to ignore the open stares from people passing by. The way their eyes roamed my exposed skin made my skin crawl, but I forced myself not to care, they were the least of my problems right now.

My mind was spiralling with questions I had no answer to. Where was I even going? What was I supposed to do now, with no plan, no money, and no place to call home? I had walked away with nothing, and now I was even worse off than when I agreed to marry Derek three years ago.

“I curse the day he walked into that coffee shop,” I muttered bitterly under my breath as I passed by the glowing neon sign of a nightclub.

Before I could take another step, a sharp voice cut through my thoughts.

“There you are! Do you know how long everyone’s been waiting for you?”

Startled, I looked up to see an albino man with thick glasses rushing toward me, his expression a mix of irritation and relief.

I looked up at him with a frown. “What are you—“

“There’s no time for questions, sweetheart,” he interrupted me, adjusting my hair as he stared at me with a calculating look.

“This is exactly why I never hire newbies without referrals.” he sighed.

Before I could tell him that he had mistaken me for someone else, he grabbed my hand to pull me into the club.

“You’re already late, so there’s not much I can do now. Who cares about your face anyway? You’ve got a perfect body and that’s what everyone here is paying to see.”

My breath caught in my throat. “What?” I started to say, but the word barely left my mouth before I was shoved towards 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.

That was when reality finally caught up with me and I realised that they thought I was a stripper. I should have told the man who forcefully dragged me in here that he had the wrong person, and walked out with whatever dignity I still had left, but I couldn’t, staring helplessly at the dollar bills littering the floor around me.

I had nowhere to go, and I needed all the money I could get. And if giving these people what they wanted for one night was the price of my survival, then there was nothing wrong with that.

Clenching my fists to hide my trembling fingers, I slowly walked onto the stage, my pulse racing as the crowd roared louder, and the moment my hand wrapped around the cold metal of the strip pole, something inside me shifted and I knew exactly what to do.

My body swayed to the rhythm of the music blasting through the speakers, my hips moving seductively to the beat. The crowd roared approvingly, the dollar bills multiplying as their cheers kept growing louder the more I danced.

For the first time in three years… I felt seen and wanted. The fact that I was dancing for money didn't make me feel inferior. If anything, the fact that every dollar I collected was a step further away from Derek made me dance even harder.

I was sweating profusely and feeling dizzy, but I kept dancing when suddenly the lights flickered and went off, plunging the club into darkness.

Disappointed groans filled the club, but I didn't care. I dropped to my knees and quickly gathered up the money scattered across the floor, stuffing the bills into my bra with shaking hands.

I need to leave now before the lights come back on.

Moving carefully through the darkness, I slowly made my way towards the back exit, but then I stumbled into something hard. I froze for a moment, wondering what – or who – I just ran into, and just then, the lights came back on.

“Do you have trouble walking?” A deep voice growled, sending shivers down my spine.

I looked up slowly to find myself staring into icy grey eyes, set in a face that was so striking that it made my heart race even faster.

He was devastatingly handsome… the most handsome man I had ever seen, with high cheekbones, full lips, broad shoulders, and a body that looked like it was sculpted by the gods themselves. He was the kind of man who commanded attention without even trying.

He lowered his head slightly, and I closed my eyes shut, foolishly believing that he wanted to kiss me. Instead, his lips brushed close to my ear.

“Get out of my way,” he murmured coldly. “I don’t do prostitutes.”

I could feel his hot breath against my neck as he spoke, sending shivers down my spine, but I ignored it, focusing on the feeling of shame that burned through me. As he walked past me, something inside me snapped.

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

“And what exactly does that have to do with me?” he shot back.

“You’re headed for the stage, so that means you’re a male escort, aren’t you? I’m not a prostitute, and I’m willing to pay for your services,” I said, lifting my chin arrogantly.

A dangerous spark lit his eyes as he smirked mockingly.

“Can you afford to pay me a hundred thousand dollars?”

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

“How about you give me everything you earned tonight.”

There was something about him that made it hard for me to say no. He seemed so confident and cocky, and 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 reached to shake his hand, but instead he pulled me forward and crushed his lips against mine, his arms wrapping around me as he lifted me effortlessly off my feet.

My legs wrapped around him instinctively as I kissed him back desperately, my body betraying my desires and not even protesting as he carried me to one of the rooms upstairs, ignoring the stares burning into my back.

The second we got in, he placed me gently on the bed and proceeded to strip off his clothes while simultaneously ripping the lingerie off my skin, his hands roaming all over my body.

His hands caressed my breasts, squeezing them tightly, with his thumbs circling around my nipples until they stiffened, and he then wrapped his mouth around them, sucking greedily as he slowly drove me insane, leaving me gasping and pleading as he took me apart piece by piece.

My hands gripped his waist, pulling him closer to me as I let out a muffled moan. He trailed kisses all over my body, going lower as he spread my legs apart.

Before I could protest, his tongue was on my clit, licking and sucking until I was drowning in pleasure.

Two fingers slid into me and I let out a strangled moan, rolling my hips over and over again. I was close, so close, but I wanted more, I wanted —

He suddenly slid his fingers out of me, and I whimpered in protest, but a second later he was fully on top of me, and his hard cock suddenly thrusts into me, pulling an orgasm out of me before I could gasp at the sensations of being full.

I could feel myself tightening around him, pleasure rolling through me as he kept thrusting in and out of me until I was a mess, just moaning and clinging to him as I kept cumming over and over again.

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

Afterward, he collapsed beside me, panting heavily as his fingers threading through my hair.

“That was insane,” he said.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” I whispered, curling into him.

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

“Worth ten times that,” I murmured, already drifting off to sleep.