2. The fine art of bullshit

“I'm Ford.” He placed his hand on the knot of my robe leisurely opening it. But before he could move on, his phone chimed and I heard him groan.

“Ugh, God…” It was fun watching him frown like a kid, entirely different from his appearance.

Dark. Authoritative. Honed.

He walked up to his phone and declined it, it rang again, and he sighed before picking it up.

“Better be important because this phone call is taking away my snack.” He licked his lips looking at me and again ran his hands through his hair. I did the job he failed at and threw my robe aside. His eyed landed on my boobs stuffed in the see-through bra and I opened my legs wide for him, he turned his gaze away.

It felt terrible, did he reject me?

“Just kill them, na… what’s all this fuss about?” He yelled, and I gulped in fear, the distance between my legs gradually decreased from his threatening words.

Of course, he’s a mafia but still, he isn’t supposed to leak out intimidating things off his mouth this casually. He disconnected the call after a while of swearing at whosoever was on the other side and stalked at me.

His face came into light of my eyes, and while I wanted to halt and escape, I couldn’t because he has a loaded bank account and sure the thing beneath that zipper.

“Ugh…” He thumped his body beside me, loosening his tie.

“Are you scared of me?” He looked tired; his eyes drowsy as if he had a huge battle against the world.

“Is there a reason to be?” The confident words fell out of my mouth, and I managed to keep my smile intact.

“Really? Then why are your hands shaking?” He grinned at me, grabbing my hands and gently caressing them, his greenery shifting gazes back and forth from my eyes to my hands. He stroked my hair placing it behind my ear. “Did anyone tell you, you’re so beautiful?”

Why is he being this way? This isn’t how things work, we should just do it and get paid. I pushed him back and got on top of him.

“I want to get this over with as quickly as possible, do you mind?”

“I’ll pay you even if we don’t do it, don’t worry.” He placed his hands on my butt and before he could do more, I got off of him.

Turn off one…

“I get paid for things I do, I’m not a beggar.” I wore my robe back, of course, it was pointless. I turned around wanting to stalk out of the room.

“That’s not what I meant…” He got up looking at me and I heard the bed creak, I was looking forward to sleeping with him but he is just another rich asshole who knows nothing. What did I even expect?

“Blush… sit here.” His voice quickly turned into a more commanding one.

I could see my job slipping off my hands because if I screw this up, I’m done. I sat on the couch and he followed me soon enough.

“Why do you do this kind of job?” He swirled his finger around a strand of my hair.

“Because I get paid quickly and a lot.” I straightforwardly answered him, he snickered at my words unbothered and amused.

“I’ll pay you much more than this if you do this job only for me.” His hands touched my cheeks and before I could feel the warmth, he streamed down to the curve of my shoulders and slowly groped my boobs, I couldn’t understand what he meant.

“Sorry?” I asked again ignoring the desperation pooling in my gut and I felt my heart twisting.

“Blush, become my sex partner, that way you don’t have to do this with random people. Plus, I’ll pay you twice the amount you get paid here.” This is what rich people do, they try to become our masters just because they have money.

And a poor being like me dances on their tunes, that’s not what I want with my life.

I don’t want to become someone’s pet and let them crumble my world whenever they want.

“I’d politely like to decline.” I brushed his hand off me.

Turn off two…

I got up only to get pulled by him again and this time the jerk of my hand told me, I can’t leave. I fell on his lap and he held me in a firm grip. My ass met his hard groin and an inadvertent gasp escaped.

“You don’t even know, how I’m at sex? Why would you want to be bound to only one girl?”

“Let’s keep that disclosed, but I’m sure you’ll do an amazing job pleasing me.” His proximity killed me and I felt his breath awakening my heartbeat. He groped my ass and kissed my neck, nipping at that one place.

Just by his touch, I could tell how wild it can be and I found myself whimpering as he bit my skin.

His hands sedately squeezed my breasts, it was all too fast to even think of what was more pleasurable. “What’s your answer?” He whispered in my ear, his voice coming out more of a breath than words.

My eyes cried from the desires arcing through my body, I haven’t felt this way in five years, like I want to initiate this.

He made me feel like a girl telling me I have a vagina down there which feels hungry too and I wanted to press my thighs together but accidently grinded on his iron-hard dick.

I became numb to those feelings, since that incident. Surrounded by men, hungry for my body, waiting for their turn.

Those hands, faces, that scent.

“Hey? Hey?” I wholly zoned out but snapped back to my senses as he called me out. I still felt them, their hands, their laughter fading my shrieks…

I pushed him away and ran toward the door, I tried to open it, but it was locked. My body etched unable to move and I panted, my breathing too jagged for a teenager’s heart.

The manager locked it so eagerly to have this client for him, I’m trapped now.

“Let’s talk then…” He fixed his tie sitting on a different sofa telling to me sit at a distance since I seemed uncomfortable.

I recall those dark walls, those stupid hands, those five beasts... those tears, my fears, all that rushed back, and I thought only nightmares can scare me... however...

“Don’t c---come near me…” I whimpered again; my lips wobbled from the sudden rush of memories I thought died inside my mind came back flushing in again.

“Relax, I’m not doing anything.” He brought those memories back.

Just because I felt a little bit of that dead pleasure, I’m this vulnerable. I can’t be near him.

“Look if you wanna leave, you can, I’ll have the door open for you. but, don’t you think your boss would be angry if you fail at your task?”

I couldn’t make out if he was good or bad, I progressively ambled toward the sofa and sat at a distance from him.

“Good…” He smiled soothingly at my incompetence and how exposed I was to the ache he’d cause me.

He kept on staring at me while I was becoming self-conscious. The bareness of my body never made me feel this naked.

This was my job to get stark-naked however, I became mortified of it. He got up and I flinched curling my toes with my blue eyes radiating dread. He removed his coat and wrapped it around me.

“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything unless you want me to.”

He avoided skin contact perhaps, he knew people working here usually have a broken past, a past that is hard to bury because we people are absconded and thrown out by society hence the only place, we’re accepted in, is like this.

We sat in silence, utter hush of his breath overlapping mine. His scent came into existence, citrus and sugar all together, and I felt my eyelids getting heavy, just as my heart.

.    .    .

I heard a rough pound on the door and opened my eyes as someone barged in. I sprung up from the bed, looking around, recollecting happenings of last night.

Paradiso. Ford. Panic.  

How am I on the bed? Where is Mr. Ford?

“What time is it?” I asked in a panic, sweat appearing on my forehead despite the cold breeze.

“Five in the morning…” The manager replied stalking in with unidentifiable face. “So, is he in?” He asked again.

“My brother, he must be waiting… I need to go, I’ll fill you in later tonight” I ran hurriedly, my body covered with Ford’s coat, I couldn’t even waste time on changing my clothes, I got inside a taxi only to get stared at by the driver.

But upon reaching at home, I found it empty, I yelled his name numerous times, “Grey… baby, where are you?” Looking around but the house was too small for him to hide. Albeit, I turned it upside down thinking he might’ve folded himself under the table.

I asked around and fell in despair, “Some men came here asking for you, that’s all we know.” It must be them, those fucking loan sharks. I told them to stay away from my brother.

I clenched my fists walking inside my house,

UNKNOWN: Come to this address if you want your brother back.

I received a text from an unknown number and quickly rushed to the address.