Chapter 5 - Second Encounter

It had been a month since he met Kimberly, and he was still trying and hoping to see her at the bar again. It was a gloomy night with heavy rain, and nobody could tell why, in the middle of the summer season, it was raining like that. And nobody could tell if maybe his long wait was over as he parked the car in front of the bar. A group of fellow young men was enjoying the rain together with a girl so familiar with him. He watched them closely until one of the guys pushed the girl as she remained in front of the car door. Then the guy got mad and used force to rip her blouse and kiss her aggressively while the others were clapping their hands, shouting, and slamming the car roof. They were enjoying the scene, so he exited the car to stop them.

"What's happening there?" He shouted and walked towards them. Kimberly was shocked to see his face, and her eyes widened with fear.

"What do you want?" The guy asked while holding Kimberly's arm hard.

"Let go of the girl!" He warned.

"She's a prostitute! We paid for her! You have no right to give an order!"

Before he could speak again, Kimberly pushed the guy and hurriedly ran.

"Hey, stop!" They shouted.

"Let her go. Here, I'll return your money, get back inside, and pick another girl." He said and went back to his car to follow her. The young men looked at him in disgust. Still, they decided to get inside the bar and enjoy themselves since it was a significant amount.

He drove slowly, looking at both sides of the street and hoping to find her. When he reached the crossroad, he saw her at the corner, waiting for the bus, shaking and soaking herself under the heavy rain.

"Get in the car!" He stopped in front of her and shouted over the window.

"No." She whispered after seeing the unforgettable face she wished to curse.

"Come on! Just get in the car!" He insisted, a bit irritated.

Kimberly froze and stared at him, frightened.

"Please get in here. I won't do anything." The man opened the door and tried to sound as good as possible because he realized he was scaring her.

Kimberly thought the man's attitude was different tonight, and since she had no choice, she obeyed him and sat beside him. But no one tries to speak. She watched the falling rain outside the window as he drove the car seriously. The roads got slippery, and everything seemed blurred. He glanced at her and saw her shaking.

"Wear this." He said softly, handing over his coat and turning off the air con.

"Thanks." Her voice was small.

"I'm hungry. Let's eat first." He saw a noodle house and pulled over.

"I'm fine. I will wait for you here." She refused.

"Let's go!" He ordered.

For Kimberly, his voice was full of authority, and she must obey him, or else he will hurt her.

At first, she thought her clothes were not good in the eyes of the people inside the noodle house. But as she went out, the coat suited her. It was long enough to hide her short skirt.

"Wait here." He said as he assisted her at the table and went to the counter. He returned with smoky noodles, serving her one of the bowls and a drink.

"Careful, it's hot." He spoke softly. She was surprised a bit and nodded for an answer.

It was another long silence, and they only talked once they finished.

Heavy rainfall and streets flooded a bit as they returned to his car.

"Wait here. I'll be back in a minute." He said and went out to the nearby store.

Kimberly considered escaping, but she was puzzled about how the man treated her now. It was admirable compared to their first meeting. Assuming he would give her a lot of money, which she badly needed more than anything else. She decided to stay and wait for him, who returned with a small paper bag.

"Thought you'd run away." He said with a little smile.

"You will pay me, right?" She asked in a soft tone.

"Haha." He laughed aloud in response.

"Don't tell me you have no plans on paying me for tonight's service?"

"Tonight's service?" He repeated, grinning.

"Yes, I know you paid me much last time, but I guess___."

"You guess what?" He interrupted her while wearing a sweet smile.

Unlike their first meeting, he wore a different smile. It was not devilish, and Kimberly found him handsome. She blushed quickly and lowered her head, hiding it. He was still wearing the smile as he started the engine and drove to his apartment, surprisingly slower.

"Good evening, Sir!" The security of the building greeted them as they arrived.

"Hi!" He responded unexpectedly. He was the type of man who never cared to acknowledge anyone. He was an arrogant man. So, the security thought he was in a good mood, or maybe because of the girl he was with. It was the first time he brought home a girl in his one-year stay at the condominium. They walked through the elevator. The man held the paper bag as they went straight to his unit.

"This is my home; the bathroom is right there. You can take a shower and use the bathrobe." He instructed and sat on the bed, taking off his shoes and turning on the television. Kimberly obeyed him and went inside the bathroom. She remembered the experience she had with him at the hotel.

"Will he hurt me again? Perhaps he won't hurt me if I behave and do as he says." She talked to herself. "Or maybe he will, but he will pay me. It is my job. I need his money." She cried softly.

Then she went out wearing his bathrobe. He rose and fixed his eyes on her. She walked towards the bed, nervous but trying to keep still. She slowly sat beside him, and they both fell quiet while staring at each other.

Suddenly, Kimberly took off the robe, surprising him a bit. Then she kneeled and kissed him. He initially wanted to refuse, but it was hard since he missed her so much. He wanted her badly as he realized he was a fool for hurting her on the first night they met. He gently kissed her, trying to ease the worst memory while laying her on the bed. He continued kissing her and roam his lips to her ears down to her neck.

Kimberly couldn't help moaning as she felt something unexplainable pleasure the man was giving her. He started to caress her tits softly while his other hand lingered on her privy parts, her mouth wide open as the strange feeling was soothing all over her body.

The man returned to kiss her lips and stared at her for a while. It's as if he was asking permission to continue. She couldn't help but stroke the man's face, thinking about how they could stop when her brain was already lightheaded. He held her hand, kissed them, and positioned himself, ready to devour her. He kissed her lips while gently entering into her, and he growled.

"Are you okay?" He huskily asked while staring at her. She nodded for an answer. "I'm going to move. Just tell me if it hurt you, so I'll stop." He added.

"Why is he asking me now?" Kimberly thought, puzzled by the man's change of behavior.

What happened to them tonight was different from their first meeting. The man was cautious, which Kimberly appreciated. But still, she thought it had no use anymore. They have done this once, and nothing has changed. She was a prostitute, and he was only paying for her body to give him pleasure. And for him, he hated this truth. He wanted her so much and thought of falling in love with her. But how would it be if she's like this?