CHAPTER 4: Can't Get Her Out of My Head

-=Ram's Point of View=-

I've been awake for nearly thirty minutes, and all I've been doing is watching her sleep; she looks so serene while she sleeps.

There is only a thin blanket that covers her nakedness, and thinking about it was already giving me a boner, which is quite unusual for me.

My eyes wander from her lovely face to the red stain on the side of the bed, the proof of her lost innocence, and again to that nagging question: How on earth does a prostitute turn out to be a virgin?

"Is this her first time?" I thought to myself, but when I remembered she was a virgin, I couldn't stop myself from mocking myself.

"Duh! Isn't it obvious this was her first time doing this kind of work?"

I really want to get answers from her, but I didn't have the heart to disturb her sleep.

After resting for almost an hour, I couldn't stop myself from having sex with her again, and this time, it was more erotic and more passionate than the first, and after she begged for me to stop, that was when I finally let her sleep.

"Who are you exactly?" I thought to myself.

I couldn't stop myself from reaching for her face, but I suddenly stopped when my phone started to ring.

Worried that she might wake up because of the noise, I immediately picked up the phone and answered the call when I saw that it was my dad who was calling.

"Hello, dad?"

"Good morning, sir. Is this Master Ram?" I heard someone ask from the other line, a voice I didn't recognize.

"Speaking, who's this?" My brows furrowed.

"Master Ram, this is Agnes, one of your dad's helpers," she said, and it didn't escape my ear the worry in her voice, made me suddenly anxious.

"What's going on? What happened to dad?"

"Your father rushed to the hospital, he was clutching his heart when he told us to bring him to the hospital," she said.

When I heard what she said, my heart was filled with concern—this would be his second heart attack.

"Where is dad?" I immediately asked, and after getting the answer, I immediately picked up my clothes and got dressed.

As soon as I got dressed, I couldn't help but look at the still-sleeping woman in the bed.

I wanted to know more about her, to get to know her, but my dad is more important at the moment, so after sighing deeply, I decided to leave, but not before I left all the cash in my wallet, which is roughly around fifty thousand pesos.

I wanted to give her more; heck, if she asked for a million pesos, I wouldn't even bat an eyelid and give it to her.

What she made me experience is far more precious than the money I was willing to pay her.

After I put the money somewhere she could easily find, I decided to leave and made sure to lock the door on my way out.

As much as I wanted to stay until she woke up, I needed to leave, so I forced myself to walk towards the elevator, and after remembering I didn't have my car, I went ahead and hailed a cab, going to the hospital that the helper told me about.

"Please don't let anything bad happen to dad," I silently prayed as I rode a taxi to the hospital where my dad is.

It took me almost two hours before I arrived at the hospital, and after paying, I immediately went inside, going to the emergency room where my dad was supposed to be.

As I arrived at the emergency room, I saw dad's helper, and when she saw me, she hurriedly stood up and approached me.

"How's dad?" I asked as soon as she was in front of me, but before she could respond, my attention was drawn to the door to the operating room when it suddenly opened, and a doctor wearing a surgery suit came out.

The helper nodded her head as if telling me that it was my dad's doctor.

"Who is the patient's relative?" He asked, and I immediately approached and introduced myself.

"I'm his son," I answered, feeling more nervous.

"Your father had a mild stroke, it's not critical, but you have to make sure that he avoids anything that could cause him any stress or worries," he said, and after giving me the prescription, he left.

I made sure to get the best room for my dad while he recuperated, and after signing a few files, they transferred him to the most expensive room this hospital could offer.

I was silent as I watched his sleeping face. Yes, we had a lot of misunderstandings and quarrels, but it doesn't change the fact that I love this old man, he's the only family I've ever had since my mom died when I was barely two years old.

"Hang on there, old man, you can't leave me yet," I whispered close to his ear, and after that, I kissed him on his forehead.

I decided to step out of the room first to call my secretary, and I instructed her to cancel all my appointments for the remaining days of the week.

"How is she?" I thought to myself when I returned to the room and sat on the available couch.

I couldn't stop myself from thinking about the woman I left in the hotel room, most likely she was already awake, and she probably saw the money I left for her.

Honestly, I still think that the money I left her isn't enough, but that was the only money I had at that time, because if it were for me...

I was stunned when I suddenly realized what I was thinking, I was thinking of giving her the world, which is preposterous, she's just a prostitute.

Until now, I couldn't get rid of the fact that she was a virgin when I took her; was it just because it was her first time selling herself, or was there something else going on?

"You're just overthinking, Ram," I told myself, and right now, I couldn't afford to think of anything else, because of dad.

My dad stayed in the hospital for two days, and after the doctor checked his test results and didn't find anything wrong, the doctor finally allowed my dad to go home.

I decided to bring him home and opted to stay with him in our family home, so I could take better care of him.

"You heard what the doctor said; you're not allowed to get tired or be stressed out; don't worry about our businesses," I told him when he insisted on going back to work.

"Don't believe what that doctor said, I know my body more than anyone, and I'm fine, really, Agnes just panicked, which is why she rushed me to the hospital," he said.

"If you only saw how you looked at that time, you would know why I needed to rush you to the hospital," Agnes explained.

After getting inside, we were greeted by the staff in the house, which consists of fifteen people: eleven maids, two drivers, and two security guards.

It was mom who designed this place; she was an architect when she was still alive.

The whole house, which is Mediterranean-inspired, has three floors and seven rooms, including the master bedroom where dad is staying.

There is a house at the back where all the helpers are staying. twenty yards away from the main house.

The whole place is decorated with different ornamental plants and exotic flowers that can only be seen in specific tropical countries.

"What's stressing you anyway? Maybe I can help," I suddenly asked, and I noticed the twitching in his eyes after hearing what I said.

Thinking that he might not yet be ready to talk about it, I decided to drop the subject; I didn't want to stress him because of it.

It's been a long time since I stayed in this house because I greatly value my freedom. I decided to buy a condo unit when I was in college, and after experiencing being independent, I decided to live on my own.

Like I said, I wanted the feeling of being in control of my life—that no one could tell me what I needed to do or couldn't do. This is the most fulfilling feeling in the world.

After making sure that Dad was comfortable in his room, I went straight to my own room.

The color of my entire room is black and silver; there is a 42-inch flat-screen TV that is screwed to the wall; in the middle is the king-size bed that was ordered from another country; there is also a mini fridge a few feet from my bed; on the left is my walk-in closet, and there is also a door leading to my personal bathroom.

I took a quick shower and went to bed, hoping to sleep, but even after lying down for almost thirty minutes, I remained awake.

"Shit!" I muttered when I still didn't feel sleepy after almost an hour.

I sat down and thought about the prostitute; her lovely face still lingers in my mind even now, but what lingers the most is the erotic and passionate night we spent together, and as expected, my member reacted when I thought about the things we did.

"Shit!" I muttered another curse when I saw my erection.

I tried to calm myself down, but my erection remained, so I decided to take another cold shower just to ease the lust I was feeling just by thinking about that gorgeous prostitute.

I kept on tossing and turning, trying to get into the right position to sleep, but no matter what I did, I still couldn't remove the lovely face of the prostitute from my mind.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked myself when I finally had enough of tossing and turning.

Sex is wonderful, there's no doubt about it, but none of my other sexual experiences have made me feel this restless.

I couldn't explain why a mere prostitute affects me this way, she was messing with my mind.

It was around two o'clock when I finally fell asleep, but even though I slept late, I still woke up early that morning.

I woke up at seven in the morning, and as usual, I went straight to the kitchen to get myself a cup of coffee, just in time to catch up with dad drinking coffee while reading his newspaper.

"Good morning, dad," I said, and I joined him at the table.

"Good morning, Ram, how about sharing breakfast with your old man," he said smiling.

"Of course," I said, and after that, I called one of the maids to serve our breakfast, and before I could forget it, I called the same maid back.

"Please prepare fresh orange juice for dad, he's not allowed to drink coffee for the time being," I said, and I ignored his indifferent look from him when he heard what I said.

"So, what time are you going to work?" He asked while sipping on his orange juice.

"About that, I was thinking of taking a week off from work, so I could look after you," I answered nonchalantly while spreading butter on my toast.

"Hell no!"

I was startled when he suddenly yelled, and when I looked at him, I noticed how his brows furrowed while looking at me.

"Calm down, dad; the companies can run even if I am gone for a week," I explained, worried that this might cause him another heart attack.

"I'm maybe sick, Ram, but I'm not disabled, so I don't need a nanny to take care of me," he said in a serious tone.

"It's not what I mean, I just want to spend time with you," I said, but knowing how stubborn my father is, he wouldn't listen to my explanation.

"If you don't want to come to work, then I'll take care of the companies then," he threatened.

"Ok, I'm going, but can I at least finish my breakfast first? Geez, old man, loosen up a bit, will you?" I said.

I had no choice but to do what dad wanted, so after finishing my meal, I went back to my room and got ready to go to work. My secretary was surprised when he saw me going through the door.

"Reschedule all my appointments and make them today, Tricia," I told her, and she immediately did what I told her to do.

After ten minutes, Tricia confirmed my first appointment, and after that, I went ahead and rode my personal elevator to the ground floor.

My car is waiting in front of the building, and I just got off the lift when a particular figure caught my attention, making me excited all of a sudden.

 

I almost ran just to follow that girl, and I still couldn't believe that of all places, I would meet her here.

"Excuse me, miss!" I said, grabbing her left shoulder.

"Yes?"

I was disappointed when I heard that voice, and most especially when I saw her face.

"She's not her," I thought to myself when I realized that she was not the prostitute I slept with, but it turned out to be just one of my employees.

"Sorry, I thought you were someone I know," I said.

I noticed how she immediately recognized me, but before she could say anything, I walked away from her.

The whole building is owned by our company, it has twenty-four floors, and on the top floor is my office.

The Santiago Group of Companies is one of the most well-known business firms when it comes to the freight and cruise industries, which we cater to herein and outside the Philippines.

We were planning to open another business, probably different from the businesses we have right now, and our target would be the US, but we had to postpone it because of budget issues after we just built a new port in the Visayas region.

I immediately got into my black Ferarri and drove it to Ortigas, where my meeting would be held.

When I arrived at the agreed-upon restaurant, the person with whom I would be having a meeting was already there, and after we ordered our food, we decided to go ahead and proceed with the meeting.

We were in the middle of the meeting when I suddenly stood up, and without saying anything, I walked out of the restaurant, trying to look for the woman I just saw leaving the place.

"Wait, miss!" I called out to her, when I spotted her, only to be disappointed again when I realized it wasn't her.

"Damn it, Ram! You're losing it, enough of this nonsense," I chastised myself, and after calming down, I went back and finished my meeting.

I didn't stay long, and I immediately left the place, I was already driving along EDSA when I saw a familiar image again.

I tried to ignore it, but my desire to see that woman won me over again; however, it wasn't her.

I was so frustrated that I stopped looking at the people around me. I was worried that if I saw another woman who may have similarities with that girl, I might lose it again.

When I got back to the office, Tricia wasn't there, she probably left for lunch.

"Tricia, please bring me all the documents that I needed to sign," I told her when she got back in the office.

She only left for a couple of minutes to retrieve what I asked for her, and after that, she knocked on the door.

"Come in!" I yelled.

"Shit!" I muttered silently when I thought I saw the face of that prostitute, and I had to blink several times before I noticed Tricia's confused expression.

"Are you alright, sir?" She asked.

I didn't bother answering her question and instead instructed her to bring the files to my table, which she did.

I tried to focus on my work, but no matter what I did, the face of that mysterious woman kept interrupting my thoughts, so a decision came to my mind.

"I need to find her," I finally decided, and there is one place in my mind where I could probably see her.