Chapter 2 Friends With Whore

Chapter 2

Friends With Whore 

Edwin woke up woke up disoriented. He took a turn, his hands searching for Stella, eyes closed. He desired to cuddle her like he did every single night. 

She fits so perfectly in his arms. 

'I love her you much' he muttered half asleep.

From the day he had seen her for the first time. It was love at first sight and he really had to work hard to win her and convince her to marry her.

'Now she's mine. I love to kiss her on her cheeks with her eyes closed in deep slumber.' He thought 'But where is she now? Oh she's not keeping emotionally good. She's angry and so she is at other end of the bed. I will grab her from there."

She wasn't there too.

Reality hit him like cold water on the face

'Wait! Wait! Where am I??

This isn't our room.

The bed is different.'

He slowly lifted his heavy eyelashes to find himself at an anonymous place.

'Am I dreaming?

Am I actually alive?

Why don't I remember anything?'

He got up on his feet shocked.

He panicked 'Bull shit! Why am I not wearing any clothes?

Where the hell am I?.....'

He surveyed the room , his heart sinking at the vision of cheap hotel he was in. He wasn't only shocked but embarrassed and guilt ridden too.

“Oh no! Shit hell!” he cursed, the little light emanating into the room from window probably some street light which was strong and he could now clearly see as he had lost the final remnants of sleep being wide awake trying to gather two and two

A young girl in early twenties lying on the couch besides. She was practically undressed with stockings thrown on the floor. 

Some piece of clothing lying on the side table.

And when he saw the mirror ...

What the hell!" Lipstick marks

It felt like million ants crawling over him, biting him. He was sharing the room with a girl. 

'No I cannot do this.' He pulled his hair with both hands in frustration and then pressed his forehead; killer headache! 

'I cannot cheat on Stella.

What a bastard I am? I am so cheap, so dirty such insane act by me' and the guilt now took the form of anger.

'This is because of the bitch' He concluded. 'She's a whore, manhunter who's craving for sex' so he shouted at her. "Fuck you bitch. You whore. How could you? How could I?"

She removed the sheet from her face, scared of the loud alarm clock she had no idea she'd chosen the tone. 

She woke up all of a sudden as if seen a ghost. That was when he saw her for the first time. She had very innocent black eyes, pretty nose and lips which were off from lipstick now which was red earlier were soft like that of a little girl and that brought him to the senses that the lipstick was missing because she kissed him

'She fucking kissed me. And god knows what else she did or I did or did I kiss her back?' The million of thoughts were killing him inside further boiling the anger that he could pour on her.

"You creepy sluts. How well you manage to hunt for rich men. How could you sell your body only for money? Money is your only priority in life no." he yelled at her.

"Sir"

"Yes now I am sir, your boss. You need money for the night now. Didn't you ever realize I was drunk?” he was blabbering, his anger pouring out “No why would you? It was your opportunity to grab the situation and mint money." he shouted

"But sir" 

"Do you have least of idea that I am married and I love my wife? Out of all the quarrels and misunderstandings between us, this is the last thing I would like to do is sleep with a bloody slut like you" He said more to himself than her

"Ca.... a can I explain" she said in her low soft voice enraging him further.

He moved his hands on his bed ruffled hair "My life is already complicated with my wife not scoring well and this is an add on to which I feel like digging the ground and burying myself alive."

He was on a roll, his demon and fears taking over him, "Right from the childhood we have been taught a woman is the most wonderful creation of god. If women were fucking machines like you..." He spoke whatever shit came to his mind.

"Stop your bloody nonsense" not able to take any longer she spoke loud and curt this time. 

His words like dagger penetrated deep inside her heart, which was visible from her face.

"First of all I did not rape you. Bloody girls cannot rape men. Life would have been much easier. Secondly we did not have sex. So enough for your guilt!!! Leave. I charge 50$. We did not have sex so pay half and leave." she said harsh and straight.

"Money making bitch" He murmured and dropped the money on the table and was about to leave.

A faint smile appeared on his lips.

It really felt like a lot of weight lifted from his shoulders. For the first time in the night. He felt relieved. He relaxed glad that he did not cheat on his beautiful wife and was about to leave when

"Wait your car keys." And she threw bunch of keys at him.

The anger he had for her diminishing. May be he felt light hearted after pouring out his anger and frustration to this stranger.

He did not know why but he had an inner urge to apologize.

"I am sorry. May be I over reacted. I have never had such an experience. But I am so relieved that we did nothing." He said in his normal tone for the first time.

She chuckled to it. "You know you are different."

"Yeah? he had no idea what made him start this conversation but he ended up asking, “What way?"

"Others I mean all the men I have met till now just happen to enter into my pants and you are glad that we did not have sex. Rather you would have paid me double for not doing it". She said laughing a soft chuckle at the last part.

"I sure would have. My honesty means a lot to me." He was kind of making a confession

"You love her?" she muttered.

"What?" He was shocked 

She lit her cigaraette, "You love umm mmm st Stella. Stella's her name right?" she said in her bold slutty accent.

"How do you know her?" He was a furious now.

"Don't worry. I don't know her it is only such that when you were drunk you were muttering her name and stuff like love again and again" she spoke as she took another puff from her cigarette

"Oh I see" He wasn’t surprised though. He loved Stella and he could announce it to teh world ever and ever again.

He did check for the fire alarm which was nowhere to be seen. She knew that there wasn't any and so was smoking easily.

She raised an eyebrow.

"Yes I love her. Love is all I can feel when I think of her." He said smiling as if he could see Stella's smiling image as he spoke about her.

"But she cheated on you?" she asked.

"No! No she cannot cheat me. She's only upset" an expression grief crossed his face.

"See its 3 in the night. It's unsafe if you leave. You can stay if you trust me" she suddenly suggested.

"Trust you?" he raised his eyebrow.

"I mean if you are sure I won't rape you." she passed it sarcastically.

He laughed at it. This whore did have a sense of humour, "What's the worst case scenario if I leave?"

"Lot of cops move out waiting for drunken victims to be arrested. So it is safer if you leave by 5. No one will notice you then. You seem to be rich and obviously your family earns a prestige which would be at stake otherwise." she explained

"Two hours." He mumbled not sure about what to do. His reputation would be slaughtered if he was caught with a whore at this hour of night?

Unwanted media attention was the last thing he wanted at the moment

"Two hours with a prostitute. Is it fine with you?" She asked trying to read his expressions

"Till you promise not to rape me?" He had made a decision to stay 'so why not be sober and try not to kill each other' he thought.

They both laughed at it like little kids.

"No don't switch on the TV they'll get false signals" she said when she saw him stepping ahead to start the television

So he kept quiet on the bed and waited, "My mobile?"

"It's in your car." she replied

"I'll go and get it" he was about to stand to get the mobile

"Don't just wait for couple of hours." she stopped him.

"Oh” his mouth formed an ‘o’ in understanding. Nevertheless he was walking to and fro inside the small room restlessly

"Stella would be worried by now. I haven't ever left her alone ever. Unanswered calls would add worse" He spoke more to himself, not minding if she heard.

"So she did not cheat? You two are together." she could not help her inquisitiveness

"Yeah together with a difference." He sighed

"She's just not herself like she was three years back when we got married" It is weird' he thought sharing his wrecked life with her so he changed the topic.

"What's your name?" he asked the prostitute sitting in front of him as she shamelessly wore all her clothes back in front of him, not that she was exposing any further but somehow it made him uncomfortable.

"Which name?" she thought for a moment. "During the nights it's Rosie. I have a different name in outside world."

"You want to share that name?" Not actually interested, he lazily asked, 

"No" she denied as if it was something important.

"But Rosie suits you beautiful with lots of thorns." He continued the conversation. It helped him in distracting his discomfort of staying with a slut

"It was abrupt. First time when some one asked me I did not want to disclose my real name, I saw a bunch of roses and Rosie came out of my mouth. What about you? You were pretty sad last night." she asked

"Yeah. I drank a little extra." he admitted sheepishly, not remembering much about last night. 

"Little. You were completely wasted. I think you could see nothing but Stella everywhere." she stated as she finished dressing herself.

"How can you say that?" he asked out of anxiety

"I am doing Psychology and learning human behaviour. So I could analyse." she replied easily

"You study too. I am impressed" He complimented and that was not a lie.

"Thanks. Needs brought me to this profession." she admitted grimly

"I am sorry about that" he said apologetically

"Don't be. If I could help you with your life? I mean. Would you like to share your love story? It will help you keep your mind off all this crap and discomfort." she asked with enlightened eyes.

"You really would like to listen to my love story" he asked not sure if he should share his love story with a prostitute.

"If you don't mind narrating?" She waved her hands for him to decide.

An unspoken bond was created between them. It was trust. 

They were talking civilly, like friends..

Is it okay to befriend a prostitute?