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HAKAN***SEVERAL MONTHS LATER*WORK. I’ve been doing so much of it lately that I may as well change my middle name to busy. It was good for business, but the truth was that it was just a distraction. It’s been more than a year since I last saw Nightingale. Months of endless searching yielded nothing. I even tried to use my few contacts in a different country to try and find a trace of her, but it was still the same result. She was nowhere in my city because I’ve basically combed through every street in one way or the other while searching for her. It was like she disappeared off the face of the earth.The worst part of the whole situation was the fact that I never even got to find out what happened to her. Did she die of heartbreak after not finding her sister? Was she caught while trying to rescue her sister and then killed? Was she still alive somewhere? So many questions, no one to ask them. Not knowing the answers to any of my questions was what made it all more unbearable. So I
HAKAN ~ Before the show even started, Cherry sent some of her girls that weren’t part of the dance line up for the night over to our booth. One of the women, blonde, nice hips, red lips and a pretty smile approached me. I could see the fear in her eyes that she tried to cover up with her smile. Every other man seated with me looked interested in the females, even Diazo who was usually the stuck up one. I looked like I would rather bite off my finger than be here, and the icy look on my face would scare even a fully grown man, I didn’t blame her. The others already had females draped all over them, and they watched to see if I would let the female walking towards me actually touch me. I’ve been hostile to females these past months because every other woman’s touch just reminded me that they weren’t my Nightingale. They didn’t smell like her, didn’t look like her, didn’t smile like her, didn’t move like her. But I was here to try and forget about Nightingale, to have fun, break out of
PHOENIX~I felt so good to be on stage. I loved dancing with all my heart. It was the one part of my existence that wasn’t miserable, the light in the darkness I’ve lived in for so long. Whenever I danced, it was like I was transported to another dimension where nothing else exists but the music, the way it flowed through me and touched my very soul, and the way the moves flowed out of me so seamlessly. It was the one time where I could forget about my shitty life. It’s why I gave myself the stage name Phoenix. I was allowed to glow and burn as brightly as I dared to on this stage even if it was in front of drunk, horny patrons. I even dared to believe that I could rise from the ashes of whatever destruction life throws at me, but that was just a silly imagination. I was content to be the star of the show here, the centre of attraction, the object of all their desires. I danced my best even though I was tired. Some of them would request a private dance, but one of the perks of being
HAKAN~Every minute that passed by was agony. I haven’t felt this much desire for a woman ever since I lost… no, I won’t say her name, I won’t think about her. Memories of her would only make me lose my nerve and leave. I was here to get over my dry spell. It was time to accept the fact that she was gone and I would never see her again, even if it hurt to think about. I listened to my men talking and laughing and asked for something stronger to drink. I was too tense despite forcing myself not to bring up the memories of the woman I really wanted to be with me. Nightingale.Fuck! Not thinking about her was impossible, especially now that I was about to touch another woman. It felt like I was betraying her by being here, by thinking of that dancer and planning to have a one night stand with her. I drank the whole glass the second Sebas delivered it to me and he whooped. I requested for another glass and he got me the whole bottle instead. Every bottle of alcohol in this room cost thou
PHOENIX ~ I had worn the coat before leaving my room with Cherry. She had given it to me as a form of comfort before leading me to my doom. I wasn’t supposed to wear it inside the room, but I did. I was nervous but I wasn’t afraid. After being on the streets for so long now, fear was no longer a part of me. “You’re late.” He said to me and I forced myself to remain calm as I replied to him. He smelled so good. That was all I could think about as he pulled me close to him so I could straddle him on his seat. I knew I wasn’t supposed to talk back to customers, I was only supposed to give them what they paid for. But I actually wanted to be sure of what would be expected of me so I would know how to deliver my service which was why instead of apologising for being late, I responded to him the way I did. I didn’t expect to feel this intense attraction to the man. He had such a commanding presence. Some men try so hard to cultivate a dominating and intimidating aura, but this man was ob
HAKAN ** I couldn’t take my eyes off her and neither could any of my men. She was like a siren out of water whose sole purpose was to lure men to their doom. With every piece of clothing she took off, my desire was ratcheted up till I couldn’t stand it any more. I’ve never had a problem with control, yet this woman could make me lose it without even trying. I had to have her now. “I thought I could wait, take you back to my hotel and then spend the night with you. But if I don’t have you right now, I may lose my mind.” I said as I pressed her into the pole she was dancing on. I would take her right here just to take the edge off this burning need inside me, then I’ll follow my original plan of taking her back for an all nighter. I really hoped she was ready for all I planned to do to her and with her. “Y.your men, t.they’re still h.here.” I could have ordered them to leave, but I decided against it. They were the ones who made me come out and I didn’t regret it because I met this
HAKAN**“Why is your hair red?” I asked after staring at her in shocked silence for several seconds.For some reason, that was the thing that stood out most to me. In all my time of searching for her, I never thought she would change her features, like dye her hair or wear contacts. I just never imagined what her reason for doing that would be. She was looking for her sister, she wasn’t a criminal who needed to hide their true identity in order to escape law enforcement. What if I haven’t found her for so long because I’ve just been on the lookout for anyone who looked how she looked the last time I saw her, an olive skinned brunette with amber eyes.She may have passed by me on the street and I wouldn’t have paid attention because her hair was a different colour and my brain was programmed to look for brunettes. Though to be fair, this was a different state in the country, one I don’t come to often, so the chance of walking past her on the street was less than ten percent. Yet, of a
NIGHTINGALE ** I want to die. That was the thought on my mind as I became conscious again. My head ached so badly, like it had been split open with a hammer, my eyes felt heavy so I kept them closed even though I was awake, my throat felt dry and sore and my stomach hurt, though that was just hunger. When was the last time I ate? What time was it? Did I pass out in the club or did I make it home? So many questions that needed answers but somehow, I didn’t have enough mental fortitude or physical awareness to try and get the answers. I just wanted a few more minutes of peace because I knew that once I opened my eyes, it would probably be time to do one form of work or the other. And it was time for another pill, I could feel it. My skin felt itchy and I got that uncomfortable feeling that always came when I stayed too long without a pill or a shot. If I stayed too long without the drugs, I would get really sick. I knew I was addicted, but at this point, I didn’t really care. I prefer