Renaître d'un chagrin d'amour : l'histoire de Soraya.

I was sleeping on the counter top when I got a call. It was Ms. Fernando, our department head. She never appeared to be sick of giving me tasks the whole day, while the rest of the staffs were busily gossiping. I do not know why she hates me that much. They know more about the life of our company's CEO than how to properly move around here and do their work.

If only I can pulled her hair and punch her in the face whenever she's using her 'bossy' attitude.

"Valerie, you'll be in room 307. It was for Ynna, but she" absent today, so you'll be replacing her." She said with a smile on her face which I knew wasn't real. She's just trying to convince.

Room 307? That was the one where there's this guy everyone says is arrogant, someone they fear. They even said they never have staffs assigned there come back the following day. So I guess they had no other choice but to send me just because they knew I wouldn't say no. These people are unbelievable.

"But ma'am, that's a VVIP room. I was explicitly ordered not to be assigned there, as I only deal with normal clients." I vent while trying to show a bitter smile.

"You were personally picked by our department because of the way they noticed you," she said with a smile. I don't know whether she was proud or just playing around and messing with me.

"O-okay. I will go there now." I went to the room Ms. Fernando instructed me to clean up.

I still can't believe I accepted. I can refuse but I have no courage to do that!!! And I'm now talking with myself like crazy.

I was still counting my fare for the latter while I was walking. Just a few more hours and I was going home. It seems like I have to borrow again from her, as always. We made a deal that whatever I borrowed would just be taken from my pay. But sometimes she deducted more than what I borrowed. I never said anything though, because I couldn't, and I didn't want to be fired over fifteen pesos.

Two pesos, three, four, five, six… fifteen.

Exactly. I'll be able to get back home tonight without borrowing.

I shoved the coins into my pocket and entered the room but still having the feeling that my head throbs due to hunger. I haven't eaten my lunch because Ms. Fernando keeps commanding as if she's the one paying me.

I knocked on the door despite being inside to ensure that no one was there. I swept my eyes all over the room.

Oh my gosh. It's beautiful.

One day, I'll be in such a high-class place like this—not only to clean, but to stay and relax. We'll be the one paying and laying on the soft bed. Not only cleaning, but having someone to clean for us. That day will come.

I sighed at my impossible idea and went on with my task.

Having entered the room, I shouted to double confirm that no one was within.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

Well, there's no one answer so I suppose there is no one in here.

I began cleaning the room. I tidied up only the reception area as I was instructed not to touch the bed.

After that, I proceeded to the bathroom. As I opened the glass door, there is a man standing in front of me, undressing. He had his pants still on but no shirt.

His hair was a tousled mess of jet-black strands, falling over his forehead in a way that seemed effortlessly perfect. Those hazel brown eyes that was sharp enough to make you feel like he could see through every thought you tried to hide. His lips... God, those lips were a soft shade of pink, perfectly shaped, dangerously..... kissable.

And then there was that slight slant in his eye, monolid, I think?. That added this quiet intensity to his gaze. He stood tall, probably around 7-foot mark.

But then my eyes dropped lower, and—Fuck.

Abs.

But suddenly, I remember that I'm a staff. This is what happens when you're too careless. I smell that I will be fired, man. Nuh-uh.

"Sorry, sir. I'm really sorry. I called out but no one answered so I thought no one was in here." I apologize, keeping my head low.

I wished that the earth could swallow me up whole from the shame. I really didn't want to get fired. I have debts.

He did not answer so I glanced at his face and he was crying. I noticed his bent head and shattered look.

"Sir, I didn't—"

I could not complete my statement when he passionately kissed me but I pushed him back but he just drew nearer.

"Why? Don't women enjoy things like this?" His eyes were piercing.

I did not get what he was saying, but one thing was apparent, he's in pain.

"S-sir…"

"Isn't that so? One kiss, money. One hug, money. One night, money," he spat and scoffed.

I despised the things he uttered so I slapped him. Though my mother didn't raise me, I still had honor and I knew where I belonged.

"Not all women are like that, sir. But yes, you kissed me without asking me so I suppose you owe me."

Shit. That was my first kiss.

"I knew it," he exclaimed, chuckling.

But rather than stepping away, he stepped closer and I found myself stepping back until I sat down on the bed like it's on purpose.

"Sir, I have work still to do. Excuse me," I said, looking away from his gaze and turning around.

But he embraced me from the back, spun me around and attempted to kiss me again. I continued to push him away but he merely deepened the kiss.

"100 thousand. If you accept what I want, I'll give you that much every day," he whispered.

My ears blazed at his words. I needed that—for tuition.

He kissed me passionately once more as his hands running down my waist and neck. It was a kiss that I couldn't help, and at last, I had no option but to react. It was the first time I ever did something of this kind so I didn't know what to do next.

I shoved him away so he looked at me fiercely as if he was left hanging.

"What?"

"T-this is my f-first time," I muttered, eyes cast downward.

"Follow my lead," he replied with a grin.

I allowed the beat of his kisses to guide me as his hands started to explore.

I didn't know anymore if this was right or if it should be happening. But for some reason, I couldn't help but give way to every motion of his body. I didn't know where the pride I had in my dignity earlier went. It seemed to have disappeared and devoured by the desire and craving instilled by this man.

Damn I want more.