4."MEETING HIM"

WARNING ON THIS CHAPTER.  

The agency sent another message explaining transportation would be handled privately. They also reminded me about the fake identity rule and warned me never to ask personal questions about the client. My fingers trembled slightly while typing back a confirmation message. For a few seconds, panic nearly swallowed me completely because everything suddenly felt too real now. I kept imagining strange men touching me while my chest tightened painfully with fear and shame. Then I looked toward Noah sleeping quietly on the couch while cartoons played softly in the background.

That alone pushed me forward again.

By evening, I had already prepared dinner before the babysitter arrived. Noah sat at the small table eating mac and cheese happily while swinging his legs beneath the chair. His appetite had improved so much lately that seeing him finish full meals still surprised me every time. I forced myself to smile naturally while packing away the remaining groceries inside the fridge. Noah looked healthier now, and that was the only thing keeping me from completely falling apart emotionally. If I stopped now, everything would collapse again.

“You have work tonight?” Noah asked between bites.

I nodded while grabbing my coat from the chair nearby. “Yeah,” I answered softly before walking over to kiss his forehead carefully. “I’ll be back in the morning.” Noah smiled brightly after hearing that because he still thought my new job was some normal kitchen position downtown. I hated lying to him, but I hated the idea of him knowing the truth even more. “Maybe they’ll let me bring leftovers home,” I added lightly. “You know fancy restaurants always have good food.”

Noah’s eyes instantly lit up with excitement. “Can you bring dessert too?” he asked hopefully. A small laugh escaped me before I nodded softly at him. “If they have some,” I promised while brushing his curls back gently. Noah grinned before taking another huge bite of mac and cheese immediately afterward. “I hope you keep this job forever,” he admitted happily. My chest hurt hearing that because if he knew the truth, he would probably never smile at me the same way again.

The babysitter arrived a few minutes later while I finished getting ready quietly. I left the apartment afterward and walked several blocks away before stopping near the empty street the agency instructed me to wait at. Cold wind brushed against my skin while nervousness twisted violently inside my stomach. Then a long black luxury car slowly pulled up beside the sidewalk exactly on time. The driver stepped out silently before opening the back door for me without saying much. I climbed inside while my pulse pounded loudly inside my ears the entire drive.

The city lights blurred outside the tinted windows while silence filled the expensive car completely. I kept staring down at my shaking hands resting on my lap while trying to calm myself. Eventually the car slowed before stopping outside one of the most expensive hotels I had ever seen in my life. The building glowed beautifully against the dark night sky while security guards stood near the entrance dressed in black suits. My heels clicked softly against the marble floor once I stepped inside. Everything around me smelled expensive, polished, and completely out of reach for someone like me.

A woman from the agency immediately led me upstairs through private elevators without wasting time. She barely spoke while guiding me into a luxurious dressing room larger than my entire apartment. Waiting inside was a red lingerie set laid carefully across the bed together with matching heels. Heat rushed into my face the moment I realized that was what I was expected to wear tonight. The woman calmly told me to change quickly because the client hated waiting. My hands shook badly while removing my clothes piece by piece.

Even with that I could feel regret and fear in the rest of them.

A few minutes later, she finally led me toward the private suite waiting upstairs. Every step down the hallway made my heartbeat louder until I could barely hear anything else anymore. The large doors slowly opened before I was quietly pushed inside the room alone. At first I only noticed the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city lights beautifully. Then my eyes finally landed on the man sitting near the dark leather couch. The air around him felt heavy immediately.

He was tall even while sitting down, with broad shoulders stretching beneath an expensive black tailored suit. His sharp jawline looked hard enough to cut glass while dark hair rested neatly above cold piercing grey eyes. Everything about him looked controlled, expensive, and intimidating without him needing to speak at all. His calm expression somehow made him more frightening because there was absolutely no warmth inside it. I could not tell his exact age, but power surrounded him so naturally it almost felt dangerous breathing near him. I stood there awkwardly near the doorway, completely unsure how to draw his attention toward me properly.

I remember I was told to initiate to show willingness and if he doesn’t like me, I could get a strike. 3 strike and I am out and would be needing to refund the eighty grand, I can’t do that when spending it was worth it. So, a crazy Idea pop in, I pick a grape in my mouth and gently remove his newspaper, his eyes found mine as I sat on his lap, I place it at the tip, watching him slowly want to take it. 

When he was close, I bit it, pulling in to my mouth and kissing him. He didn’t hold back, his tongue went deep, sucking every bit of juice and more. I could taste the wine he was drinking, strong, having a deep berry taste and a hit of cherry, I can see him wanting more. 

Then he pulled back, his eyes scanning mine, deep. “Up” he ordered, low, deep, like a growl. I immediately stood up, watching him stand also.  I saw him come closer and I step back till I hate the wall.

When he was close, his hands wrap around my neck pulling me closer. Kissing me and lifting me up and I did not let go.