Chapter 2.

Lily

Still trembling from the pleasure, I feel his fingers slip out of my sex, but they press firmly between my folds, making me shiver. I know I've had an orgasm, but it isn't enough. My body and my insides are literally trembling for him. My center is calling for that big thing between his legs that makes me see stars, but sadly he won't be able to put it inside me tonight.

"I'll give you a tip for getting you so wet, sweetheart," Nicolae says, kissing my lips one last time before pulling away from me.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Moonridge..." I reply, my voice still trembling with pleasure.

Smiling playfully, Nicolae gives me one last look as I lie on the bed before walking toward the door of the small apartment, gathering all of his belongings before leaving.

Once I'm completely alone, I lie back down on the bed, panting and recovering from that unsatisfying orgasm because I was left wanting to do so much more with him. Sighing in resignation, I slide one of my hands down to my damp pussy, adjusting my underwear back into place and feeling how warm and needy that spot is.

"Tomorrow it is," I whisper resignedly.

Getting out of bed, I put on my shirt without a bra underneath because Mr. Moonridge tore it apart. Should I charge him for damaging my clothes?

Before heading back to my own home, I clean up and straighten everything in the small apartment since I'll probably be back tomorrow with another client, and I can't show this place if it's messy.

Once I'm done with everything, I put on an old hoodie that I keep in a closet and let my hair down from the bun I wore that afternoon for work, leaving the small apartment with my purse and phone in hand.

"I wonder what Eva wants to eat," I ask myself in a whisper.

Taking the elevator down from that luxurious apartment building, I try to go unnoticed as I walk outside toward the streets of WeHo, the brightest part of all Hollywood. No matter how late it is, there are always nightclubs open and parties everywhere.

While I continue thinking about my best friend, I take a taxi to buy today's breakfast, receiving a notification from my bank that a payment has been deposited.

It's Nicolae Moonridge, who transferred twice the usual amount into my bank account, leaving the message: "Don't ever stay away from me again," along with the money.

Yeah, he's definitely a man obsessed with my body...

The truth is, I don't even know how I ended up involved with one of the most famous men in the city. Before meeting him in person, I'd seen him countless times on television and in other media because his family is the kind that always makes the headlines, whether it's because his mother was invited to some rich people's party or his sister was seen with some trendy singer. Everyone recognizes them on sight.

But the first time I saw him face-to-face was at a party where I had to work because, despite what people might think, I'm not a prostitute. I'm an exotic dancer.

Almost six months ago, I was hired along with a group of girls from the club where I work to entertain a party for wealthy people. We went to a luxury mansion in Beverly Hills to do our thing, perform a few dance shows at a bachelor party, and drink with some of the men. The usual... except Nicolae was there.

"You've certainly dressed in something very colorful," he said when I finished my performance, looking at my dancer's outfit.

"And that's without seeing me naked, sweetheart. I become even more colorful without clothes," I replied flirtatiously.

We didn't have sex that night, not because he didn't want to, but because I wasn't interested. Even so, he spent the entire night hovering around me. I can't remember a single moment at that party when Nicolae didn't have his hands on my hips or my breasts. He was always by my side, touching me the whole time...

You know what they say about how it's harassment when a man is ugly and interest when he's ridiculously handsome? That's exactly what happened with Nicolae. He's such an attractive man that I let him touch me and pretend we'd have something together all night, only to disappear from his sight when my shift was over. I enjoyed that game of cat and mouse throughout the entire party, thinking it would be a one-night thing, the only time a man like Nicolae Moonridge would ever show interest in me.

However, when the party ended and I escaped from his hands one last time, leaving with the rest of my coworkers, I was shocked to discover that Nicolae hadn't even waited a minute before following me on every social media account I had and sending me a message on my private Snapchat.

"I hope to see you again soon, bunny..."

Little did I know that night would mark the beginning of the biggest hunt of my life, one in which I became the prey and the object of desire for a man like Nicolae Moonridge, who became my most obsessed fan... a complete stalker.

Just before dawn, I knock on the door of the small apartment across from mine in NoHo, inviting Eva over to my place for a meal, dinner for me and breakfast for her since she'd soon have to leave for work.

"You came back early today. Did that rich guy not put in as much effort as he usually does?" Eva asks, opening her box of fried chicken while sitting on my cheap living room couch.

"Very funny... He had something important to do today, so we didn't have sex."

"You didn't have sex? That's new. It feels like you've done nothing but sleep with him for the past three months. It's strange that he didn't do it today. Is he finally losing interest?"

"Don't get silly ideas into that little head of yours," I scold, sitting beside her. "If everything keeps going this well, thanks to this guy I'll be able to buy a brand-new car. Wouldn't you like me to take you for a ride in a Tesla?"

The truth is, it hurts my pride a little to think Nicolae might lose interest in me. I've spent so much time being pursued by that lunatic that losing him would feel... I don't know, like some kind of failure.

I'm not stupid. I know it'll inevitably come to an end someday, but I'll hold on to this pleasant feeling of his desire and his money for as long as I can.

"I'm just saying you should take it a little more seriously. It's honestly scary," Eva complains, setting her food down. "That guy is obsessed. I'm afraid he's going to hurt you someday."

"Don't exaggerate. Nicolae is harmless..."

"You think he's harmless because he pays you, but I see how crazy he gets whenever you don't answer his calls or refuse to have sex with him. What will happen if one day he finds out you're still involved with your ex-boyfriend and that you're not completely his?"

"Relax, Eva. This isn't new to me. He'll get tired of me sooner than you think, I promise."

"I don't know, Lily." My worried best friend gently rests her head on my shoulder. "I'm afraid that obsessed man is going to hurt you if he gets to know you better or discovers your secrets."

"Don't worry. I'll handle it. I'll take as much money from him as I can, and when it's over, we'll take a long trip to New York in my new Tesla. What do you think?"

I don't know how much longer I'll be able to keep this situation going, but as long as I can, I'll cling to Nicolae Moonridge's money and cock until there's nothing left of him…