CHAPTER 2: The Prostitute

-=Ram's Point of View=-

"Damn it!" I couldn't stop muttering as I kept hitting the steering wheel of my car.

It's still hard for me to accept the fact that I lost Janine to Jeffrey Monteban.

Of all people, why did it have to be him? Why did Janine's parents decide to choose Jeffrey as Janine's fiance?

"Damn it!"

Another curse slipped out of my mouth. I absolutely despise the feeling that someone has made a fool out of me; more than the emotional pain, I feel as though my pride has been hurt as a result of what has happened.

I mean, come on, I'm Romano Santiago for crying out loud; I always get what I want and who I want, and nobody dares to take what's mine.

I continued driving without any clear destination in mind, and then I realized that I was somewhere in Quezon City, where a lot of bars are operating.

I decided to go to the closest bar, and as soon as I was seated, I summoned the server to place my order.

"Bottle of Scotch," I said.

After getting my order, the server left, and a few minutes later, he returned with my order.

I quickly unscrewed the cap and poured the golden liquid into my glass.

As I sipped the drink, I felt a scorching sensation and a bitter taste run through my throat, but it didn't stop me from continuing.

I wanted to drown myself in the liquor I was drinking, I kept imagining Jeffrey's sneering face, and God knows how much I wanted to wipe that smirk off his face.

"Mind if I join you?"

I was so distracted that I didn't even notice someone approaching me.

I took a moment to examine the woman in front of me, and I must say that she is rather beautiful.

She has long eyelashes that I can tell are not real, but they complement her hazel brown eyes, which I can tell are simply contacts, and she has a gorgeous nose that I can tell was augmented through surgery.

My eyes briefly went down to her big breasts, and I can tell that those are real at least.

I could already feel my manhood reacting just by looking at her, she may not be on par with Janine's beauty, but she would do for the night.

"No, not at all; please have a seat," I said.

She immediately sat down on the seat beside me, and I could smell the expensive perfume she was wearing because of how close she was to me.

My lust increased when I felt her soft hands boldly touching my chest, and when I didn't resist, she moved her hand down to my semi-erected manhood.

Her eyes widened, and an excited grin appeared on her lips when she felt the length of my dick.

I'm guessing she was happy with what she touched and that she should wait until my manhood was fully awake.

"So, what's bothering you, handsome? Maybe I can help," she said in her most seductive voice, gently caressing my length.

Her gentle caress on my member is finally waking up my desire, but I felt like I was splashed with cold water when I turned my eyes to the bar's entrance.

The lust I was feeling earlier suddenly disappeared, but instead was replaced by rage, when I saw Janine and Jeffrey together.

I mean, of all places, why did they have to go here, when I was trying to forget about them?

When I saw Janine's stunning face, I couldn't help but compare the woman beside me with her.

She's so inferior to Janine that the lust I was experiencing earlier vanished, and I had a bitter taste in my mouth, thinking that I'd almost settle for someone like her.

I was hoping that they wouldn't notice me, but when I saw Jeffrey looking in my direction, I knew that I needed to prepare myself.

"Small world, I didn't expect to see you here. Mind if we join you guys?" Jeffrey said.

It didn't escape my observation when he looked at the woman next to me with a smirk on his face, as if belittling her.

I really wanted to punch him, but doing so would make me look like a loser, so I had no choice but to keep it to myself.

While Jeffrey was busy being a total jerk, Janine, on the other hand, was silent, and she was looking at me with a questioning gaze.

"You can take our table because me and this hottie are going to leave now, if you know what I mean," I said, smiling naughtily.

I ran my fingers along her exposed shoulder, totally ignoring Janine's glare. I honestly don't care what she thinks, she was the one who dumped me in the first place.

I called the waiter and asked for our bill; after paying, we decided to depart with my arms wrapped around the small waist of the woman beside me.

I could still feel Janine's stare as we walked towards the exit, and when we were finally out of the bar, that's when I decided to let her go.

"Where are you planning to take me?" She asked, leaning in closer for me to see more of her cleavage, and if I was aroused before, I'm sorry now.

"Sorry, babe, but I really need to leave. I still have something to take care of, but can you do me a favor and don't go back to that bar?" I brought my face really close to her ear, gently biting her earlobe, and a smile formed on my lips when I heard a gasp escape her lips.

"Su... sure but make sure to call me, ok?" She said, looking delirious.

I pretended to key in her number on my phone, and then after that, she finally left.

She actually believed that I would call her, but I have no intention of doing that, it was so easy for me to get anyone's trust, and they were so gullible to believe my lies.

I immediately walked to the parking lot to get my car; I was considering going home because I was already lightheaded from what I drank at the bar.

I tried to ignore the dizziness I was experiencing and, after a few minutes behind the wheel, I immediately started the car, but it did not start to my dismay.

"Damn it!" I cursed as I continued to hit the steering wheel.

"Will nothing good ever happen to me?" I muttered when I finally got tired of hitting the wheel.

Instead of calling for help, I decided to get out of the car and look for a cab, but all of the ones passing by were already occupied.

I kept walking, hoping to find an empty taxi, but I didn't realize I had arrived in Cubao while looking for a taxi.

I decided to cross the street through the overpass, where I came across a woman with heavy makeup on her face.

"Do you need a woman, handsome?" She asked, looking at me with so much interest.

"The fuck? I don't need to pay a girl to have sex with me; I'm used to women offering themselves so they can sleep with me," I thought to myself.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested," I said flatly, and aside from not having to pay a woman for sex, I doubt she'd have any prostitutes who I'd be interested in.

But the woman with the heavy makeup on was so persistent that she dared to grab me by my right arm.

"Come on, handsome; I guarantee you won't be sorry, and all my women are cheap," she insisted.

"Get off me! Leave me alone!" I yelled as I yanked my arm away from her, and when I was finally free, I managed to walk away from her.

I was a few yards away from her when I became dizzy from the drink I had; I rarely drink like this because I usually drink to socialize.

I was about to fall when I felt hands on my forearms as if she was trying to assist me.

"Are you okay?" she asked, concerned, and for some reason, her voice was so mesmerizing that I couldn't help but be stunned, but when I realized I didn't have time to socialize with people like her, I couldn't help but yell at her.

"Let go of me! Didn't I tell you to leave me alone, I'm not..."

I was stunned when I finally see the face of the woman who helped me, and for some reason, I felt time stopped and it was only us who exist..

She has expressive brown eyes that I could tell are her true color; long eyelashes that make her eyes more expressive, a perfectly shaped nose; and thin, reddish lips.

My eyes marveled at her lips, and I was surprised by the intense want to taste those cherry lips.

Just by looking at her, I couldn't ignore the longing I felt the moment I laid my eyes on her which deeply confuses me.

"You know what? I actually changed my mind, come with me," I said.

I could tell I caught her off guard because of my words.

I guessed that she was surprised because I had told her pimp earlier that I had no intention of hiring a prostitute, but there was something about her that piqued my interest.

Aside from her beauty, which is far superior to Janine's, there's a sense of familiarity that I can't explain, which is impossible because I've never met a prostitute in my life.

I had already walked ten feet before realizing she had not followed me when I turned around and saw her standing in the same spot.

I couldn't help but notice that she doesn't wear heavy make-up, which only enhances her natural beauty, and aside from that, the simplicity of her dress would fool anyone into thinking she isn't a hooker.

"Aren't you coming?" I asked, and my brows furrowed when I walked back.

She appeared hesitant for some reason that baffled me, or perhaps it was her way of making her client more interested in her, but to be honest, she didn't need to pretend because anyone would be interested in her just by looking at her.

She slowly extended her hand to me, and before she could change her mind, I grabbed her hand, puzzled by the feeling that if I let her hand go, I wouldn't be able to see her anymore.

I continued walking while holding her hand until we reached the other side of the road.

There are motels around the area, but I decided to bring her to one of the most prestigious hotels in the Philippines, which is in Makati.

"Where are we going?" The taxi driver asked.

"Drive us to Makati," I said, and leaned back as we waited for our destination.

The prostitute remained silent, and I could tell she was still nervous, and I was worried she would change her mind.

"Hell no!" I thought to myself, I would not let her escape, and I would make sure to pay her handsomely so she would never have to sell herself again.

As I said, I don't normally hire prostitutes, but for some reason, I felt a strong attraction toward her, and again, there was this sense of familiarity I couldn't explain.