CHAPTER 4

“This is fuc… fuckinggggg good.” Thalia hissed, the words catching up in her throat. 

He pulled out his fingers and cupped back his cock before plunging back slowly into her with his eyes never leaving hers. 

“Uhmm” he growled as he buried himself deep inside of her. 

“Ahhh...please” she choked out, tossing her head from side to side as the tension coiled right there in her gut.

"You’re soo good," he groaned, his hands moving to grip her hips, his fingers bruising her skin as his thrusts became faster and rougher, hitting her so hard and deep that everything in the room even started to blur. 

He buried his face deep in her neck, murmuring some words under his breath with his body shaking as he emptied himself into her. 

“Ahhh” he let out one final gasp before collapsing on the bed. 

Silence then took over the room, and only the sound of their heavy breath could be heard, Julian laid on his back, his sweat cooling on his skin, he felt so light… the kind he hadn’t felt in years. And for a fleeting second, all his thoughts were blank until he jerked up in fear. 

"Damn it! I just fucking screwed up," he cried out, staring at Thalia who was still on the bed. 

Surprised, “What’s wrong?” Thalia asked. 

His eyes still fixed on her legs,"I emptied myself in you without a goddamn protection!” he ran his hand through his hair. “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m… I’m sorry, I lost my head for a second… I should have restrained myself much more.”

“What do you mean?” Thalia asked. 

“That.” He said pointing to her legs. “Pouring everything deep inside of you… I mean I shouldn’t have done that. What do we do now?” 

Thalia let out a chuckle staring at him like some funny statue. "Come on, Julian... chill. It’s not that serious.” 

“What do you mean? I’m not ready to be a goddamn father! And definitely not with a whor…” he stopped himself quickly, guilt in his eyes. 

Thalia smiled. “I get it, definitely not with a whore. But trust me Julian, I’m a full grown woman and I for sure know how to take good care of myself. You paid for the premium service, remember? So just enjoy the ride and stop overthinking it. I’ve got this.” 

“Uhmm… you’re sure?” 

“Yes… i promise” 

He got back into the bed, turning onto his side, propping his head up on his hand as he watched her, trying to see deeper into her. He saw her tilt her head to adjust her hair a bit, the morning light hitting the side of her neck, and illuminating the tiny birthmark that can easily be passed for a tattoo, hidden behind her ear.

"That's beautiful," he commented, reaching out a finger to rub over the mark. "It looks unique. Does it have a meaning behind it?” 

Thalia stiffened slightly, pulling away quickly "It’s just an ink, Mr. Valentino. It’s part of my work aesthetic."

"Oh… that’s nice.” Julian replied calmly, staring at the tattoo. 

"Sorry for my outburst a while ago, i honestly didn’t mean it that way.” He said softly. 

“I totally understand you Mr. Valentino.” She replied with a smile. 

“Thank you. And since we’re stuck here, how about you tell me more about yourself? I believe you’re not just some random girl from the streets right?” 

“Why?” 

“Because you carry yourself like a royalty.”

“Really? I’ll take that as a compliment sir.” She replied with a sharp, practiced smile.

“Where did you learn to handle men like this?” Julian asked with a low voice.

“Let just say I’m a professional who’s just so very good at what she does.” 

“Uhmm… fine.” 

After that, all Julian’s attempts to bridge the gap between them was met with a cold shoulder. She made sure to keep the conversation to be strictly professional. 

"Let’s get one thing straight, Mr. Julian," she said, her voice dropping sharp like a blade with no warmth. "I’m a sex worker and you’re a client. I’m here because you’ve got the cash, and the minute those gates open, I’m back fully to the grind, chasing the bag with this body." She gestured vaguely touching her body. "So do not confuse this premium service for a soul connection. Okay?"

The word client hit him harder than the hangover. It was a cold call of reality that left his ears ringing. He instantly went mute staring at the gorgeous lady beside him who was just a mere sex worker. Without another word, Thalia stepped out of the bed, headed towards the bathroom. 

"I'll go clean up now,” 

Soon, the sound of the shower running in the bathroom was heard, now leaving Julian with the cold, hard reality of the things that had just happened in the past few hours. 

He sat on the edge of the bed, burying his face in his hands, as regret clung onto him like his second skin. And it wasn’t just because he was drugged, but because he had also allowed himself to enjoy it.

“Damn it!” He hissed. 

His five years of discipline, of building a reputation as the Holy Billionaire, of proving he was above the primal urges that destroyed other men. And in one night, he had let it all crumble. 

His eyes landed on Thalia’s dress on the floor, then moved to the squeezed bedsheets, he clamped his hands on his face. 

"Julian?" Thalia’s voice echoed from the bathroom, cutting through his thoughts. "Please… can you help me with what to wear?” 

“Sure!” he replied sharply. He stood from his bed and went to his closet, he grabbed a pair of gym shorts with an oversized white t-shirt. 

“This would do,” 

Forgetting he hadn’t put on back his clothes, he walked to the bathroom with the intention of just dropping the clothes by the door and walk away. 

But when he got there, the sight in front of struck him like lightning. Through the bathroom glass, Thalia stood under the shower, the water slicking down her smooth pale skin, looking even more radiant than she did in the morning light. A definition of pure temptation, Julian’s body reacted immediately, and he let out a low, frustrated growl. 

“Fuck! We aren’t doing this right now.” he murmured under his breath. 

Thalia turned and smiled when she noticed him there with his dark stares, she stretched out her hand, but she wasn’t reaching for a towel. Instead, she leaned one hand against the bathroom’s glass, arching her back until her breasts pressed against the cold surface, her wet skin glistening under the light. She moved slowly, a predatory grace in every slide of the sponge over her thighs.

He quickly forced his legs together, trying so hard to hide his hardness.

"Not again." he hissed