CHAPTER 5: The Search for the Mysterious Lady

-=Ram's Point of View=-

"Damn..." I silently muttered when I looked at the time on my watch.

The office hour ended a few hours ago, but I opted to stay in the office, waiting for the clock to strike nine o'clock.

They said that when you want time to move faster, you should feel like it's moving slower than usual, and that's exactly how I felt.

After torturing myself, I decided to look for that girl so that I could get answers to all the things that had been bothering me ever since I spent the night with her.

I breathed a sigh of relief when the clock finally struck nine p.m. I immediately went to the parking lot, which was basically empty considering the time.

There is one place where I can find that woman; with that in mind, I drove 

my car to Cubao.

Honestly, I didn't know exactly what I would do once I found her; all I knew was that I wanted to see her again.

I forced myself not to think that she might have sold herself to other men, considering the days that went by and the fact that she was a prostitute.

When I thought about it, I felt something heavy in my chest, which I chose to ignore, but I was hoping that the money I paid her would be enough to keep her from selling herself during those days after we met.

"Damn it! I should have paid her in millions," I thought to myself.

After arriving in Cubao, I went ahead and looked for a parking spot, but I couldn't find anywhere I could park, so I opted to check into one of those motels, and after leaving my car, I immediately went to the overpass where I met that prostitute.

Unfortunately, I didn't see her when I got there, and I didn't notice her 

kind there either.

I checked the time and saw that it was just nine-thirty, which might still be early for them, so instead of waiting here looking like a loony, I decided to return to the motel room I rented.

I couldn't help but sneer when I finally had the chance to see the inside of this hotel.

Who would have guessed that someone of my status would stay in such a room, given how accustomed I was to living in luxury? But it was fortunate that the room was clean.

I could already picture her charming face, her heart-shaped face with shoulder-length hair, her expressive brown eyes, her perfect nose, and her red lips that promised happiness while lying down in bed.

I can already feel my manhood reacting when I remember the night we spent together.

She was inexperienced, so I guided her and taught her what she needed to know, and she followed my instructions like a good student.

A sigh came out of my mouth as I continued to reminisce about that night, and I can't wait to experience it again, which is a first for me, because I never felt this excitement for any woman before, just for her.

I decided to turn on the TV to block off the obscene images running through my mind, and the fact that being horny without any woman by my side is a complete torture.

"What the heck?!" I angrily muttered when I saw the show on TV.

It was my first time in this kind of place, so I didn't know that they were playing an X-rated film here.

I immediately turned off the TV and decided to take a quick shower, so after removing all of my clothes, I went ahead and got into the bathroom.

The cold water pouring from the shower head helped calm my nerves, and a few seconds later, the lust I was feeling subsided.

I can't help but scold myself for acting like a sex-starved teenager and think that a mere figment of my imagination is making me this horny.

After taking a shower, I decided to take a nap. I decided to go back on the bridge at midnight. I remembered that it was around that time when I met that woman.

I woke up from the alarm on my phone, and a smile formed on my lips when I finally saw that it was already midnight.

So I got out of bed, brushed my teeth using the essentials I saw inside the bathroom, and went out to go back to that bridge, hoping I would find her there.

The bridge wasn't far, so it didn't take long for me to get there, and as expected, those "women" I saw the last time were standing there, looking for clients for the night.

I didn't find the girl I was looking for when I arrived, but as soon as I did, I noticed the same woman that I had seen the previous time. Since I believed that she was the pimp for these girls, I knew she would be the right person for me to talk to.

"Are you interested in women, sir?" She asked as soon as I got close to her, and just the last time, she encircled her arm around my arms, and it took all my willpower to stop myself from removing her arm roughly.

I was repulsed by the smell of the cheap perfume she was wearing, which made me want to throw up. However, I restrained myself because I needed her assistance.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't come here to hire a woman; I came here to ask something, and you don't have to worry; I'm willing to pay for the information you can give me," I said, getting to the point.

At first, she appeared disappointed, but when she heard that I was willing to pay her, a smile appeared on her cherry-red lips.

She excused herself, and walked to another woman, probably the same age as her, which I think is another pimp just like her, and after she returned, she guided me to the side of the bridge, away from the women she was handling.

"I'm Lunchie, by the way," she said, introducing herself.

She extended her hand for a handshake, and luckily, I stopped myself from telling her, "Who cares?"

Right now, I cannot afford to be arrogant in her presence; if there is one thing I've learned in the business, it's that you must be humble in order to obtain what you need.

"Hi Luchie, I'm Ram," I said, finally holding her hand.

"So Ram, what do you want to know? If you want to know if you can hire me, then the answer is yes! For the right price, of course!" She said it laughing, but I could tell that she was serious about it as well.

I sensed that she was attracted to me, but I didn't imagine that she would verbally say it; even if it were for free, I wouldn't think of sleeping with her, for crying out loud!

"I don't know if you remember me, but..."

"Of course, I remember you! You came here last Thursday, I think, but you snubbed my beauty," she said, laughing in her annoying girlish voice.

I said, "Anyway, I picked up a girl here, and I'm not sure if you're the one handling her. She's a beautiful lady, approximately five feet and seven inches tall, with a heart-shaped face, brown eyes, and shoulder-length hair."

She looked like she was thinking deeply, and I didn't interrupt her, and a few minutes later, she finally spoke.

"I think it was Jocelyn based on your description, but as far as I know, her eyes aren't brown, but black," she said.

I don't think her eyes were black, maybe she was just mistaken, so I let it pass.

"Is she here? Where is she?" I asked, unable to contain the excitement I was feeling.

"I'm sorry, Ram, but she's not here, she's from the province, and she just needed the money, which is why she agreed to sell herself that night," she said.

"So do you know where I can see her or even contact her?" I asked her, but I felt depressed when I saw the way she shook her head.

"I'm really sorry. Just like I told you, she was from the province, and she just came that night to earn some quick money, and after that night I didn't see her again; she didn't even give me my cut," she said.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel disappointed after hearing that because it means I won't be able to meet her again, but there was a sense of relief to learn that after sleeping with me, she didn't sell herself again.

I made the decision to leave, but before I could even take a single step, she put her arm back around my right arm and held it there, stopping me from walking away.

"How about the payment you promised?" She asked, and then I remembered I promised to pay her.

I took out ten thousand peso bills and handed them to her, ignoring how her eyes lit up when she saw how much money I was giving her.

After that, I immediately returned to the motel where I was staying, and after checking out, I immediately drove my car away from that place.

I was very irritated because it appears that it will be impossible for me to see that girl again, but what made me even more frustrated was the fact that I felt a sense of sadness for which I had no explanation as to where it began.