Payment For The Ride Chapter 2 Novels & Stories

I look out the window at Alex standing on the pavement, hands stuffed in his pockets, his expression strangely triumphant, as the car pulls away, and I am instantly swamped with the overwhelming sensation that life is never going to be the same. The journey home is mercifully quick, the London traffic surprisingly light for a Wednesday evening, and when the car pulls up in front of my building, I scramble for the door handle. When I try to pay for my ride, the driver insists that it is on Mr Davenport's account. I thank him and wish him a good evening before heading inside to begin my night of contemplation over the strange situation I find myself in.

Like I had never disappeared for months. The driver turned to me. “That will be your fare.” My heart dropped. I had no money. I checked my pockets again even though I already knew the truth. Nothing. “I… I don’t have money right now,” I said quietly. “I was stranded. Please, I can pay you later.” His face changed immediately. “What do you mean you don’t have money?” he shouted. “You think this is a joke?” “I’m not joking,” I said quickly. “Please, I just—”

I was not surprised when I saw a white Rolls Royce blinking in our front yard, Today had been surprising enough that I was at a point where I was depleted of emotion. We piled up in the back, and Luc took the front Passenger's seat before we left. The entire ride was filled with Anna's embarrassing mumbles about how I was supposed to pay Luke by offering myself tied and spread on his table since that was the only thing I owed to my name. The idea was pleasing enough that I could actually entertain it. Especially when I knew firsthand the kind of gusto that would be delivered.

“Don’t you know the drill? There is no such thing as free. You have to pay, Miss, whether you like it or not. Now, if you can’t give me any payment, I will call the protectors.” “Wait, wait! You don’t have to do that. I will—” She swallowed the lump in her throat, thinking fast. How could she have ever forgotten? The fare was one of the reasons why she’d never ridden a carriage, and even that fact didn’t cross her mind earlier. “—pay you, somehow.” “You have no money, do you?” His eyes were moving from Z’s shirt up to her face. “You’re just stalling me!” He breathed deeply, and then without preamble, he let out a horrible scream.

“For real? You’re a ride-share driver now?” Classic. Offer a free ride, she refuses. Add a price, she laughs. “Usually it’s twenty-five,” she teased back. We started haggling. That girl… If she’d just agree to ride with me, I’d pay her anything. A ride and a Louis Vuitton bag? Name it. “Fine, twenty bucks. Deal!” I said, stifling a laugh. She looked away, but I saw the smile she tried to hide. On the road, I talked about work and asked about her brother.

“Hey, wake up. We’re here.” It didn’t take long before they reached the place he talked about. The young girl was fast asleep so he gave a pinch in her cheeks. “I don’t want to.” The girl resisted. “The drivers is waiting for us to get down.” “O-oh…” The girl opened her eyes and jumped down the tricycle. “5o pesos sir.” The driver asked for the payment which he paid before opening the gates for her. “YOU CALL THIS TINY? IT’T BIGGER THAN MY HOUSE!”

So, she took a ride and then, the Journey started after she had taken her seat and had properly leaned backwards. A few minutes later. She arrived there. “40 dollars, mam!” The ride said to her. Immediately, she looked inside her bag and handed it over to the man. “Thank you!’ she said to him and then, she stepped out for the ride. Veronica took a bold step into the place. The ace was dark and lonely. “Why did he bring me here?” She thought in her head “Hello!” She said aloud to see if anyone was there. At that moment, her phone vibrated. She picked her phone and checked what was in it.

"Enough young lady. I have made my decision and it's final. I have chosen you and you are going to be my sex slave for 3 months. But because of the gravity of your age, I will be merciful with you and double the money. I will be giving you 30 thousand dollars every single month. So in a total you will be receiving 90,000 dollars. What do you say?" What the fuck... Is he crazy? I can't and I won't sell my dignity even for a billion dollars. I chuckle. "Please sir, this was all a mistake. I have to go, I am so sorry." I say and get up from the seat. I turn around to notice with shock that Michael isn't in the office anymore. When the hell did he leave? I however, ignored the thought and walk b

It’s right in the middle of this floor, with plenty of places to eat around it between them. It seems we’ve found ourselves on the floor that has many dining places. “Kiddo, do you want to ride there?” “Yes! Yes! I want to ride there!” Calix looked at me and smiled, as if asking my permission. “I’ll go with Xander.” “Sure.” I agreed. “I’ll pay for you two first.” “No. I will be the one to pay.” Calix set off right away, along with Xander, toward the carousel’s payment counter. Once they paid, they went directly to the entrance.

She had shaken her head. They had stared at her for a moment before the quiet guy rode towards her. “Get on,” he had said, and the chirpy was obviously surprised but still refused to say anything. Nirvana had stared for a while before she got behind him and they got her to the bus stop. “You know your place once you get on the bus?” The quiet boy had asked and Nirvana had nodded, holding tightly to him. “But…” She hesitated and they paid attention to her and waited for her to speak. “I don’t have money.”