Chapter 3 - He is gone

After recovering from the shock of his voice, I mastered the courage to speak. If I was going to die, I should at least be brave and not die without a fight.

"It's extremely dark and I can't see a thing." I imagined my voice to be brave but it came out as a shriek.

"Uhhh, sorry, I forgot you were human." His voice suddenly became gentle but quickly changed to a cold one. "Walk straight forward. Am watching you."

"What? How can you see me in such a dark room?" Now, I was sure he was some serial killer.

"Just do as you have been paid to. You don't ask the questions."

With that, I began moving my legs, one after the other, straight ahead as the mysterious man slash serial killer had commanded. After what took like ages and luckily not bumping into anything, I made her way through the room.

"Stop." I stopped in my tracks at the sound of the voice. "Turn around." I obeyed and turned around. "Sit." I bent my buttocks to sit and luckily, it touched something soft and comfortable. I was following his instructions like a fool and sat on the bed. Gradually, my eyes began adjusting to the darkness but I still couldn't see much, except the white ceiling and white floor. But that was even dark.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my back, caressing me to my neck, and making its way to my breast. I wanted to scream but I felt he didn't know I was just an escort. Maybe he had mistaken me for someone else but another part of me didn't want him to stop. His touch on my skin felt right.

"They only -"

"Shhhh, you don't do the talking until I tell you to." His voice sounded close to my ears and I could feel his breath. I didn't realize he had gotten so close. My heart began thumping in my chest as butterflies fluttered in my stomach, looking for a way to escape.

He started placing soft kisses around the back of my neck, making his way to my cheeks, forehead, and nose, before covering my plump lips with his. I was afraid, but I was enjoying every touch and everything he kept doing to me. I have never felt this way before. Even his coldness and dominance were becoming attractive as I found myself responding to his kisses and moaning in his mouth.

He found my zipper, and pulled it down, using his tongue to make circles around my left nipple. I felt myself becoming wet. With my eyes closed, I moved my hands to his back, pulling him closer. He must have realized I was enjoying it as much as he was, as he laid me comfortably on the bed and climbed on top of me. I hope serial killers don't give their victims this much pleasure before murdering them.

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The next morning, I woke up on a soft comfortable bed, feeling sore. I lifted the blanket covering me and realized I was naked. I turned to my side and saw a man sleeping soundly beside me. He was sleeping on his side and I could only see half of his face, but he looked like the most beautiful person I had ever seen. Suddenly, the thoughts about last night began setting in. How exhausted we both were after the passionate lovemaking and slept afterwards. This was not right but why did I feel as if it was the best thing that ever happened to me? I had no regrets.

God! Mum and Cecilia must be worried now and what about my lecture? I picked up my dress and undies on the floor and headed to the bathroom but couldn't find them. The room wasn't completely bright since it depended on the light from the rays of sunlight, which was enough for me to make my way around. The size of this room was like my entire house. I saw a glass door, instantly guessing that that must be the bathroom.

I couldn't help admiring everything else I saw there and they were all beautiful beyond my imagination. I woke up alive and that was enough. So it's confirmed, he wasn't a serial killer. But I also felt ashamed to feel that last night was the best night of my life. He made me feel a way I never felt before in my entire life.

In the bathroom, I brushed her dark blonde hair after putting on my dress and shoes. I saw a breath mint and tossed one in my mouth. Now I was confused. I was late for my lecture and I couldn't go looking like this. How would I explain to mum when I get home looking like this too? Worst of all, my old car was still parked at the club.

Thinking through everything, I would rather go home. Let me call mum and let her know that I was fine. Oh damn. I left the phone in my backpack in the changing room in the inn and so was my purse. Now not only was I phoneless but also cashless. I have never asked a man for anything other than a mint but now, I have to swallow my pride and ask for a few dollars for transportation home. 

I got out of the bathroom and turned my gaze towards the man sleeping on the bed but he wasn't there. He was gone. His clothes were not here. I must have been insane to come here. What if he was a ghost? How would I get home? With anxiety, I presided out of the room and down the elevator. I got to the reception and saw a guy. Of course, the lady must have closed her shift. I walked out and was amazed to see the driver Ken sent to drop me off there.

"You waited for me?" I was so happy to see him. Right now, he seemed like my hero.

"No, Ken asked me to come to fetch you," he remarked.

"Why? Am supposed to go home. I have till evening to begin my next shift. Please take me home, thank you."

"Sorry Cora, the order is to bring you to the club right now. I was about to go to your house and then to your school if I hadn't found you here. The receptionist said the phone line to the presidential suite isn't going through so she was coming there to get you before you got here."

"Then I missed her, or she rather missed me but why do I have to go back to the club urgently. Anyway, I left my backpack and phone at the inn, including my purse so I could as well get them before going home. But what happens to my lecture?"

"Ken says he will arrange for someone to get you everything they learned at school today. The meeting was impromptu and every worker, both full and part-time, has to be there. I heard some of the girls saying Sawyer, the owner of the Club and Inn was coming to take over the management himself."

"What? I always thought Ken was the owner. I just hope I don't lose my job. Whenever there was new management, people tend to lose their jobs. Hmmmmm."