Chapter 6: Where Is The Money?

LANA

The room was pitch black, and in my impatience, I didn’t care who I was touching; it just felt good to reach out. My body was on fire, and when the person in front of me hesitated, frustration bubbled up inside me.

“Are you a virgin? I said, ‘Fuck me,’” I snapped, my tone sharper than I intended. When he didn’t respond, I made a bold move, tearing off his shirt and letting my fingers glide over his chest.

“So muscular,” I whispered to myself, feeling a thrill. I took his arm and guided him toward the bed. The moonlight streaming through the window illuminated just enough for me to find my way.

Once he was on the bed, I suddenly found myself completely naked. I leaped onto him, the thrill of seduction overwhelming my better judgment.

“Sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to do this, but I can’t stop myself,” I murmured, my voice laced with uncertainty. I pulled down his trousers and boxers, straddling him, my body so ready that he slid in effortlessly.

“Umh…” The sensation of him filling me brought a mix of relief and desire. I placed my hands on his chest, feeling both exhilarated and nervous. Growing up in a neighborhood where explicit content was just a click away had left me curious, but this was different.

As I started to move, lost in the moment, I barely noticed how my breathing quickened. After what felt like an eternity, I lowered my head to gauge his reaction, only to freeze in shock. The thrill was fading, replaced by a cold wave of realization.

“It’s you,” I gasped, disbelief coursing through me. Wasn’t he the man Bernardo had warned me to avoid, now lying beneath me?

“Sorry,” I stammered, panic rising. I tried to slip off the bed quietly, but he caught my wrist, pulling me back down. I bounced on the bed, startled by his strength.

I was in real trouble. He was on top of me now, his eyes locked onto mine, his warm hands parting my legs. I felt a rush of fear mixed with something else—something I couldn't deny.

“Where are you running off to?” he whispered, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

I stiffened, my cheeks flushed. “Nowhere, nowhere,” I replied, flustered and unsure of what would happen next.

Then I felt him slide inside me, and I lost myself completely, curling my legs around his waist. His hand found its way to my neck, and his lips captured mine.

It was different; I melted entirely. I didn’t hesitate to kiss him back; the kiss was deep and invigorating.

When he finally broke the kiss, I reached out to capture his lips once more. As the kiss ended, I fell into a daze.

"Let's finish what you started," I heard him say. That was all I heard before my loud moans filled the room for what felt like an eternity.

When he stopped, I was utterly spent, my body on fire. I fell asleep immediately.

I didn’t know how long I had slept, but when I woke, I stared at the ceiling in a daze. As I snapped back to reality, I realized where I was.

I jumped off the bed and dressed quickly, as if time were running out, then dashed out the door.

I returned to the club and spotted my stepfather, Bernardo. His eyes were bloodshot, and he sat on a couch, staring at me coldly.

My heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, and a chill ran down my spine.

He stood up and approached me, step by step, forcing me to take a step back in fear.

"Where were you last night? I checked the room I booked for you, but you weren’t there. Where the hell did you go?" he roared.

I quaked in fear, my head lowered, my heart racing. I clenched my fists tightly, terrified he would unleash his anger on me again.

"Hey, take your girl and leave; we don’t allow that here," a voice called out.

I didn’t dare look toward the source of the voice; my eyes were tightly shut as I prayed my father wouldn’t vent his frustration on me.

He grabbed my arm, and pain shot through me, but I didn’t dare cry out. I clenched my teeth.

"You slept with a random guy. Where is the money he gave you?" he demanded, his voice thick with menace.

I inhaled sharply from the pain before replying, "There is no money."

His fury intensified at my words. He stepped closer, threatening, "Go back to the room and get the money, or don’t bother coming home. I’ll be waiting for you outside."

That was his last word before I heard his footsteps retreating. I raised my head and watched him walk toward the exit.

I hesitated, but I knew too well that my situation would only worsen if I didn’t follow his orders.

I turned back and returned to the room, staring at the door. I prayed that the guy I had slept with wasn’t inside.

Taking a deep breath, I twisted the doorknob. As the door creaked open, my heart pounded against my chest, adrenaline surging through me. I stepped inside.

My gaze swept the room until it landed on the table near the bed. At that moment, I froze.