Chapter 5

Ava;

"What the hell is wrong with you!" Laila growled, brushing her hair with her fingers. "I thought you have gotten over all that,"

'I also thought I did' 

I ignored her questioning gaze, pretending to count the ceilings in her office and I couldn't help but be tempted to ask her why it looked so dirty. 

"Then you shouldn't have tell me, if you know you would end up ignoring me, Ava" 

"Then I shouldn't have," I responded coldly, still not looking into her eyes. 

I really wanted to give up on revenge. I really wanted to forget all about him and enjoy my life right here in the club. All I wanted was to pay back Laila for her kindness and finally forget all about my past but I couldn't. It's hard to forget everything, it's hard to forget it all and even if I had... meeting him again brought back those memories. Staring right into his eyes brought back that night and the pain...the pain I felt back then watching my family killed right in front of me came rushing back to me like a wind and I just couldn't forget it. 

I do want to move on but moving on seems so hard especially since he's still alive.

"It's obvious you'll be killed, Ava" she said, finally drawing full attention to her.

"Not without making sure he dies too," I smiled, finally staring into her blue eyes. She looked helpless and I saw the fear in her eyes.

She was scared for my life and it kind of felt... comforting.

"Ava..."

I stood up, my lips curved into a half smile. It's been long since I came in to see her in her office and I was damn sure as hell it was going to be the last. 

Why?

Her office is creepy as hell.

"I'm going to seduce him, Laila. Win him over then ruin him" 

"And you think it's going to be that easy,"

"Nothing in life comes easily, Laila," the smile on my face grew wider. 

Life was never easy and I know damn well I was planning to play with fire but to get what I want. Then I was ready to get burned. 

I winked at Laila, ignored her pleading eyes and walked out of her office, stepping into the silent corridor.

For the first time in years, the corridor felt so silent and peaceful. And I guess it must be because I have no clients for that day since Laila thought it would be good if I took a break from what happened the other day. 

Her decision not mine.

But then...if it was up to me, I would prefer to get lost in pleasing my clients. 

I wanted their money and they needed me to give them the release they have so long wished and dreamt of.

Yes, being a sex worker is extremely disgusting and I can't say I had no choice cause I did. Laila gave me choices even though she wasn't related to me but I chose the harder way and have never for once regretted it cause I have no reason to even if there at times it disgusts me.

"Harder!" A loud moan filled the corridor and I couldn't help but feel needy. 

Needy to have a man in my bed, pleasing him and having him beg for more. 

Needy to hear his low whimpers and feel his dick deep inside of me but still... I would only please him yet he won't be able to give me the satisfaction I needed.

Been a sex worker for close to three years now and there hasn't been a single man that had made me come. Yes, they were all good in bed but not a single one of them gave me exactly what I needed and sometimes I couldn't help but think it's all Karma. 

Karma is a bitch after all.

"And if it isn't our Lady Ava,"

'Lia,'

I raised my head, finally paying attention to the woman in front of me. I was older than her yet I can't help but feel like she's more older and mature even though I myself had gone through hell.

"You should be busy," I cooed, walking closer to her and snatching her cigarette. She smokes a lot and it could be pretty annoying at times.

"I should but I'm not," she smiled. A smile that didn't really reach my eyes. None of her smile has ever reached her eyes. 

None that I can remember...

"You okay?" I found myself asking, playing with the cigarette in my hand. I hate smoking even if I was a cocotte.

Why?

I love my lungs way too much, that's why.

"Maybe because I feel like dying again for the second time today?" Her lips curved into a sly smile, her green eyes peering into mine. 

"Then why aren't you dead yet?" 

"You want me too?" She smiled, trying to hide the pain in her eyes. I have known Lia for years but this would be the first time she was putting off her facade. This would be the first time she was acting kinda...real?

"I don't know," I shrugged my shoulders, playing with the cigarette.

"Ouch!" She chuckled, placing her hand on her chest trying to act hurt. "I was kinda hoping you would ask me why,"

"And I was hoping you would try to live your life instead of hoping to die"

"But what if I'm tired of living, Ava? What if I'm frustrated and just want to give it all up?" 

"Then find a reason to keep going?" 

"But what if I can't?"

"Then die? If that's what you want to, then I'll tell you to die"

"You are cruel"

"I know damn well, Lia. And one thing I know is that I won't be trying to give you reasons to live either" I responded, staring into her green eyes and for a second, I wanted to know what was going on in that head of hers.

"I..."

"Take care, Lia" I patted her shoulders, walking further away from her. 

Cruel?

I know I was damn cruel and if there was a word worse than cruel then that's me.

I should have comforted her, hugged her and asked her what was wrong but I didn't. 

Why?

Cause I've gone through hell myself and returned a thousand times. 

If she wants to die...she can be my guest.