Chapter Two

Worth Luxury Apartments.

Brent and Amanda drove into the apartment building and parked in the garage. It was in the early hours of the morning. The streets were becoming aglow with lights from stores and shops. The large bakery at the end of the boulevard was already up and functional. The aroma of the milky bread filled the dawn air; it smelt of milk and butter and a little bit of cheese.

"Do I smell bread? Like straight from the factory kind of bread"?

Brent looked down at her with a jerky smile.

"Are you a bread lover"?

Her eyes lit up with excitement and for the first time, he could see an expression on her face.

"Oh yes! Absolutely"! She replied excitedly.

"Hmm_____I find that interesting; because I wait up hours to be the first buyer. They will deliver some loaves to me once it is all done ".

Amanda's eyes widened with excitement.

"Oh wooowiii! I could fall in love with you right now". She says that with a shabby look and he can tell she does not mean a word. He just scoffed at her and walked into the building.

Brent's apartment is the penthouse. He chose this spot to have all the privacy he needs. Being an introvert, mixing up was much of a big deal for him and he seldom needed company. 

As they walked onto the elevator, Amanda's phone started buzzing for what seemed like the umpteenth time. Her body language spelled discomfort. Brent gave her a quizzical look.

"I ain't snooping, lady but the Calls just keep coming. Don't you think it's about time"?

She looked down at her phone and put out the power button and then turned off the cell phone.

"Do not worry about the calls. It is not that serious".

Brent did not believe her. He knew she was not telling the truth but he could not let her go. He had become too invested in her company to let her go.

"But who is it? Do not mind me asking. I just need to be sure tha___________".

"That I am not a serial killer, or some gang member, or probably a whore whose other clients are demanding her services "?. She cut in with a smirk on her face. 

Brent's mouth was thrown agape at how quickly she conjured those possibilities. 

"What"? She asked with fierceness following his expression.

"Woohhh______easy now woman. I, unfortunately, wasn't gonna say any of that. I was only going to be sure you don't have anywhere to be cos I didn't plan to let you go anytime soon".

Amanda, smacked by the foolery of her loose response, cleared her throat in shame and muttered "I am sorry".

"Okay," he responded casually. He could see she was quite a handful.

His apartment smelt nice; a mixture of aromatic and bouquet fragrances. The scented candles were lit and they disseminated an enticing fragrance, and it engulfed Amanda as she stepped in.

Her belly churned with ecstasy; her heart bubbled. The pattern of his apartment, his expensive-looking handmade furniture, the curtains, and the exquisite appearance had brought her to the conclusion that this man was a really big fish.

"Is this your house"?

He smiled proudly, aware his apartment was serving her eyes with wonderful sights. 

"Yes, Ma'am. You do not like it"?

" Nooo______(she stuttered)____ I mean, oh_____no. It is a nice place".

Brent looked at her again, expecting a better compliment.

"Not nice, gorgeous ". She quickly adjusted. "Why do you love compliments so much"?. 

"Who doesn't"? Brent replied.

Amanda sat on the couch and Brent walked over to her and dragged her up to her feet. 

"Come over here Ma'am ". He drew her into his arms and put his lips on hers as their lips locked in a passionate kiss. His tongue in her mouth and hers in his. She moaned under her breath and her hands went ahead of her, touching his weak points. The cloth in-between became too uncomfortable and Brent hurriedly pulled away his and dragged down her pants, exposing her beautiful curves. She had a red pair of underwear that covered her treasures.

Brent's manhood stood in adoration of the woman that lay in front of him, his to have for the night. She was too beautiful. Her eyes were blue and they resonated with his bedroom bulbs. Her skin tasted fresh and smelt of lavender. He ran his lips over her and suddenly halted when he came to her belly.

"What? Amanda asked coarsely, confused at why he would halt like that.

Brent moved away from her and lay down at the far end of the king-size bed.

Color drained from Amanda's face.

"This is a woman's worst nightmare".

Brent looked over at her. He appeared doleful. He knew she was embarrassed because it was etched on her face 

"I am sorry. I cannot go on_____" Brent said, struggling with looking up at her disappointed face.

"I am sorry"? Is something wrong with me"? Amanda retorted.

"No______ I just cannot go on".

"So, You brought me here for what purpose? Please remind me_____".She stared at him with a quizzical look. Anger was written on her face.

"Look lady; my money, my choice! I just said I cannot continue, what is wrong with that"?

His response tore at her heart and sent her into a rage. He just cost her a meeting that could be the end of her travails and the beginning of a brighter partnership and now he was bulging.

"Sir______ I believe we had an understanding. You were to have me all morning and afternoon for 15 hundred. Why did you change your mind so abruptly "?

"Nothing. I just do not feel up to it".

She got down from the bed and hurriedly put her clothes on, and gathered her things.

"Will this affect my payment "?

Brent shook his head. He seemed slightly disappointed.

"For a minute, I considered you different. But it is fine. I am going to give you cash''.

"Different huh? Different isn't my problem. I cannot waste my time here and you leave me empty-handed". 

He walked to the drawer and pulled out a stack of cash. He pulled out a few notes and handed them to her.

"There____ that's 2000. You do not deserve it but you can have it".

Amanda's eyes widened with shock and soon her eyes burned with anger. She had dealt with all kinds of men; the straight ones, the gay ones, the gentlemen, the mean mother fuckers, the gang leaders and drug lords, and the corky ones too. But this man right here? He was something she had not seen.

A few hours ago, he was so gentle and kind, easygoing, and willing to take her home for twelve hours. A few hours later, he was mean and his face hardened and he dealt with her with contempt and looked at her with a condescending look.

She walked up to him and bumped her chest into his, angrily.

"I can take it all for tonight but not an insult from you. I don't deserve it? Fuck you"!

She turned and stormed out of his room and out of his endearing apartment, slamming the door after her.

Brent let out a long breath. He was remorseful he did what he did but he could not deal with any woman.

He sighed and muttered,"I am sorry Dad. I tried".

Brent heard the screeching of tires and a loud masculine voice yelling "Get in"! The next thing was a car speeding away. He felt a slight panic grip his heart. For a moment, he thought that could have been Amanda in trouble but quickly dismissed the thoughts with a shrug. 

"She is not my problem," he thought to himself.

…But not for long…