Heartless

I’m a believer. Our Sunday school teacher once told us that Satan used to be an angel. But for some reason, God punished him because he was so full of himself and had a shitty attitude. And now, I’m wondering if this man in front of me is Satan.

He took care of me the whole dinner! He’s such a gentleman, but every time he opened his mouth, I wanted to just puke because of how rude he was. And so what is he? Is he used to be Satan?

I chuckled unconsciously while staring at the table. I’m becoming crazy now, am I?

We’re now done eating. The bill arrived, and he paid for it. I thought of offering to split it in half, but I couldn’t because the only money I have is the one he gave me. So does that make sense?

I sighed as I saw him put some grands on the table. It’s obviously more than the total of our bill. He’s that rich. Is he a drug dealer or what? Where does he get that money from?

"Are we done with the talking now?" He asked all of a sudden.

I sat straight, more attentive now. He raised an eyebrow. What does he mean? Do we start now? Like where? In his place or in mine? I couldn’t answer. I just looked at him without any clue.

"Uhm, how will this work? And the money…" I uttered and cannot continue because of the mental breakdown. I wanted to say that I’ll give you half of it because it’s too much, but I couldn’t say more.

The side of his lips rose and he said, "You’re really not content with a million, huh? Don’t worry, money is not an issue here. I’ll send some more once you fulfill your duty."

He said it heartlessly. My heart was in pain. Isn’t this too much? I’m almost like a whore here. I don’t need lots of money, I just want to finish my degree and work normally like other people do!

It all sank in. He's done so much already, and we are not even starting yet. I probably couldn’t pay for this one fine dinner for us, so I should do something in return.

He stood up, and I snapped. I freaked out. We’re leaving? Are we really doing it now? Where?

"Let's go," he commanded.

I immediately stood up and followed him. Some people followed him with their eyes as we walked out of that expensive place, while I looked like a wet puppy following him.

Outside, a BMW quickly parked, and a uniformed man got out there and handed him the car key. He looked behind like he’s checking if I’m still in here.

I nervously stood there when he suddenly signaled for me to follow and get in his car. Though hesitant, I crossed a few spaces towards his expensive car, and he quickly opened the door for me.

His fragrant smell did not escape my senses before I could enter. He’s still serious. Doesn't this one know how to smile?

We've been silent the whole ride. I nervously held my phone, wanting to text Molly. She doesn’t know anything, and if ever something bad happens to me, my corpse will just vanish, along with my dreams and my plans. Jesus!

I shook my head trying to not think of horrific things. What did I even get into? I sighed loudly. In my peripheral view, I saw him glance at me after I sighed.

I just ignored him and comforted myself by watching the tall buildings outside. You have nothing to lose now, Angela. This is life, in order for you to gain something you have to lose some things. Or you’ll lose everything if you don’t let go of something.

Before I knew it, his car was quickly parked at a well-known hotel. I have never been to this place before. Is it here? Are we going to do that here? Is this the exchange for a million?

My phone rang all of a sudden, right at the stop of his car in the dark parking lot of the hotel. I gave him a look before my phone. As much as possible, I don’t want to make him mad because I don’t know this man at all. Who knows what he will do to me, if ever?

It’s Enoch who’s calling. I turned it off, and after declining, his message popped up immediately.

From Enoch:

You’re not replying to my texts and calls, Angel. Mom and Dad are asking about you.

He called again after that call. I didn’t mean to answer that, so I didn’t do anything, even though I wasn’t comfortable with the looks of the person next to me.

"Angel, finally,"  said Enoch on the other line.

"U-uhm, I’m sorry Enoch. I’m busy as of the moment— "

I gasped in shock when Andrew snatched my phone from my hands. My eyes went wide looking at him. He pressed the screen, clearly turning the call off. My heart beat wildly, mixed with confusion and nervousness.

He held my phone in front of my face. My mouth is left open. "No phone calls when you're with me."

"Ha!" I laughed without any humor. I was dumbfounded. Really? I didn’t know that we had that rule. Is that part of our contract?

"So we have that rule now?"

He gritted his teeth and glared at me. I smirked.

"Where's the contract?" I asked. My tone is a bit more challenging.

 

"Who cares about the contract? I gave you your million, shouldn’t I be the one asking that? Where’s your line of duty now?"

I gulped and clenched my fist.

"Should I just pay for a stripper instead? I thought you were better than that," he uttered more. Every word feels like metal cutting me deep.

This brute, fvck his attitude. I thought you were better than this too.

He smirked and shook his head like he was really disappointed in me. My eyes watered a bit as I felt the bulging pressure in my throat. He avoided my eyes.

"Fix yourself and—"

He was about to come out of the car when I grabbed his hand, my palm grasping his nape, and our lips met.

My eyes are closed, but I still felt him stiffen, and yet I still continued. I pour out my heart, and although I feel disgusted, I can’t believe that I even notice how soft his lips are. His shock only lasted for a couple of seconds, and he recovered so quickly that I didn’t even notice how his hands are on my nape now.

One bite on my lips, and I moved so I could sit in his lap. I’ll give you what you want. You want a whore? Then I’ll give you one, a virgin one.

My legs are parted while he’s in the center space of my legs. I can feel some hard shit under my skin, and I know what it is. A fire burned through my system, like some sleeping monster woke up for a long time.

"Hmm," I moaned when I felt his fingers under my boobs. I gasped for air for a second, and I grabbed a handful of his hair. He stopped kissing me. I looked at his eyes, and I noticed how his eyes were almost sleepy but burning with so much desire.

His cheeks were flushing and I couldn’t contain his stares so I kissed him again. His mouth tasted like a mix of mint and sweetness; it’s addicting. I don’t know what’s happening to me. Am I supposed to like this?

I became more aggressive and bit his lips. As if on cue, he withdrew from our kiss, and I immediately knew what he wanted.

I came out of his car’s door. And he came out without any words; he held my hand and walked through the dark parking lot. I became nervous, thinking that this was really happening now.

A huge lobby welcomed us, and without any words, we went straight to the elevator. I looked at our hands, like it fits so perfectly. I’m still catching my breath. We were both silent in the enclosed space, and my heart felt like it badly wanted to come out and breathe.

As soon as the elevator opened, the hallway was wide but felt so narrow because of his presence. We reached the door of, I think, our suite. He opened it with a card, and as soon as we entered it, he slammed me through the door and continued what had happened in the parking lot.

"Ahh!" I moaned.

My mind went blank again. He became more aggressive, and I was hit with reality. I felt like a whore. I shut my eyes tight as his lips crawled into my jaw. In order to divert the pain in my heart, I looked for his lips again and kissed him.

But just for a second, he stopped, and I looked up at him as I opened my eyes. My eyes are watery, but I can clearly see his eyes. I can’t read his emotions, but there’s a hint of confusion, sadness, and desire. I don’t know.

He brushed his thumb on my lips while his forehead was resting on mine. I gulped because I felt something weird inside my stomach, like some butterflies or some sort of zoo.

"Rest. I need to have you checked first; it’s important that you’re clean before we do it. I’ll call you tomorrow." He said it without any emotion and reached for the door.

My knees wobbled, and as I expected, they met the cold ground of the suite. A silent sob escaped my lips as the tears kept on flowing.

Andrew Hill, you’re heartless.