5. Pay With Your Pay

FINN DAVIS

I was having a good dream.

A beautiful one to be precise.

I could see Raya running again as she used to when she was younger. She even got a medal in that dream. I had never felt as relieved as I did. That joy had been stolen from me and my family two years ago.

When I remembered how Raya collapsed during one of her training two years ago, I realized that I was living in a dream. Raya was winning a medal at the moment. She was at home, sick and waiting for me, her elder brother to get her drugs that would relieve her pain…

I shouldn’t be sleeping… I should t be dreaming.

I should be working hard to save my sister.

“So you really are here?”

A very familiar and annoying voice vibrated as it hit my eardrums. The sweet dream faded and my eyes flew open at the speed of light.

Oh, no!

No! Please–

“I wouldn't have recognized that you are one of my workers if I didn't see the uniform on the floor with a thong.”

Fuck!

I have been caught red-handed. My mind did a quick flashback to how all of this happened. How I ended up falling asleep with the weird female in my arms. She fell asleep after a mindblowing orgasm and I did try to pull out immediately but her walls held my cock tightly just like her arms held my body.

Dammit!

And I also fell asleep against my will. My body was tired and not just from fucking the sexy weirdo. I haven't been resting enough and my body betrayed me when I needed it the most.

Now I was in the middle of trouble… the kind of trouble that would make me lose my pay.

Whereas, where was the woman I took a risk for?

“The risk was for your pleasure, Asshole.”

A tiny voice said to me and my fists balled. I had risked Raya’s well-being for pleasure. What kind of failure would I call this particular one? How did I sleep so soundly? Stupid Finn… even fishes are less stupid.

“I believe you are naked underneath that cover–”

“It's not what you think, Mr–”

“Don't patronize me, dude. You have broken a vital rule and you will pay for that will your money, of course. Pay with your pay.”

He barked at me. He was the boss after all and even though other workers were standing by the entrance, I couldn’t care about them. I just needed to convince Mr… damn! I couldn’t even recall his name.

Be fucking for real, Finn!

“I can’t pay with my pay if all of this is a misunderstanding, boss. Let me explain at least–”

“If you want to argue, get dressed and meet me on the deck.”

The boss around here was a plumb, short man. His tummy was big and from the look of things, he must have kept the money of many of his past workers within that big tummy of his… no body shaming but this particular man looked like he was the devil's sidekick.

I shouldn't have gotten in trouble… however, I wasn't sure I would make a different choice if last night was to happen again. I would still stick with the decision to fuck that sexy weirdo.

It was such good sex… so sad I didn't get to see her this morning…

I was unbelievable!

I scolded myself and left the bed after I was left alone to get dressed by the lookers. I called them lookers because all they did was stare at me and the boss. They couldn’t even come to my rescue.

Perhaps I would have been a looker too if I wasn’t in the middle of the situation. No one in their right mind would want to lose their pay over nothing.

I lost mine over sex by the way. Hooray!

My thoughts were etched with sarcasm as I trudged to the deck… where my fate lies in the hand of a wicked man. I thought of how I would defend myself and lying was the best option.

“You said it was a misunderstanding but the cameras are saying something different, Mr. Finn Davis.”

Fuck! He knew my name and also… I have also been caught on camera.

What do I do?

“Boss, I promise you that nothing happened between me and the owner of the room. I know we have a rule against drinking but I took a glass last night at the party because I was frustrated and seasick. I wouldn't dare be intimate with the owner who could be a man for all I knew–”

“Quit lying, Finn! Whether you were intimate or not. I do not care and you took a drink too/? I see no way you are getting a dime from me–”

“Why does it sound like you desperately want me to lose my pay? Shouldn’t you at least listen to me?”

I growled. Saying I was under the influence was my way of choosing lesser punishment which could have been a small cut in the money I worked hard for but I have obviously and stupidly made things worse.

The boss scowled at me when I let my anger get the best of me. I tend to act late and act at the wrong time.

“See I need that money badly, Boss. My sister needs–”

“Then you should have kept it n your pants, Finn! Don't think begging me will help you.” The devilish man retorted. “See that he leaves the yacht,” he said to some of the security personnel on deck with him and they walked towards me to drive me out.

“Please, boss. This matters a lot to me and I need to get that money. Please!”

I begged again, losing all of my shame… all for Raya. she deserved better than me, to be honest, and I would forever blame myself for her current condition even though my mom would disagree.

What happened was my fault… and even now, this was my fault as well.

“I repeat, You should have kept it in your pants, Finn.”

He yelled at me and the security personnel reached me and stopped me from chasing after the boss as he left the deck area. My eyes followed him as he left and kept canting “Please…” over and over again.

Until my eyes met with the familiar light green ones… the same ones that had driven me crazy to the point I was. The same light brown hair that made me risk everything. She was there.

Looking at me from a higher level.

Shame returned and I shook those holding me off. I couldn't bring myself to beg anymore just because she was staring at me.

“I hope you rot in hell!”

I yelled, giving her one last look before shifting my gaze to the big-bellied man that had denied me my hard-earned money. I hoped I would never see her again because she was sort of making me do things that I wouldn't do normally.

If she hadn't shown up there, I would have kept begging shamelessly to get that money but the moment I saw her, my manly ego resurrected… Was I trying to impress her? I wouldn't know.

Dejectedly, I walked off the big yacht the same as I boarded it last week— penniless. I began walking away from those green eyes with a heavy heart and with no destination in mind… At least she would be far away from me.

How wrong could I be?