Every dime is your stole from me, including my heart

IVORY’s POV

Outside the house, I found him waiting at the garage. My stomach churned with a mix of anticipation and dread.

He gestured for me to get in the car and I reluctantly complied.

Partly because I was hungry, and partly because I had a bad headache.

I wanted to ask where we were, what he did for a living, why he had so many men around, where he was taking me, but I decided against all of

that.

I stared out the window, trying to make sense of my scattered thoughts.

How would I get out of here? Would I ever be free? How much exactly is Lori owing this man? Who is this man for fuck’s sakes? And who is

Lori?

The car came to a halt and our first stop was a luxurious boutique. I hesitated at the door, glancing at him.

“Come out,” he demanded, “You need a few clothes.”

“If I had known I would be kidnapped, perhaps I would’ve packed some clothes.”

Scary man’s lips lifted in a smirk as he turned to face me.

“Kidnap is nothing compared to fraud and betrayal, pet.”

“I don’t see the difference, Lori duped you…”

His smirk quickly faded into a dark sinister look. “I see you’re still upholding the facade.”

“Huh, Lori,” he scoffed, “Every time I think I’ve figured you out, you come up with something new.”

“And I can tell that is why you like her…”

Scary man shook his head as if he couldn’t stand any more of our conversation and walked away.

Hours passed as I tried on outfit after outfit, each one more elegant and stylish than the last.

I caught glimpses of myself in the mirror, seeing a flicker of confidence I hadn’t felt in a long time.

But just as quickly as it came, Camille’s words replayed in my head and it faded.

Will I never find someone to love me?

I glanced at scary man and he couldn’t care any less if I was dressing up or dressing down.

My breaths narrowed with disappointment and pain.

“Am I really unattractive?”

When it was time to pay, my eyes widened at the black card he provided.

“What exactly are you?” I asked on our way back home.

“You’ll find out soon,” he replied grimly, turning in to the parking lot of a magnificent looking building with the name ‘Waterhyde Hotels,”

Soon as we settled at the reserved table for two, I began to observe the place with a strange feeling of nervousness.

The ambiance was perfect, but I knew it was undeserving. I sensed that he had something to say and I dreaded hearing it.

“Is Lori not supposed to be paying off some kind of debt?

What are we doing here?”

“That’s why we’re here,” he replied, reclining on his seat,

“I’ve come up with a job for you.”

“A job? Why do I need a job?”

“To pay off the debt you owe me,”

“But,”

“Shh!” He hushed me, “Enough!”

“You will do as I say. Do you understand?”

I nodded reluctantly, my heart racing.

“Answer me, do you understand?”

“Yes, yes sir,” I stuttered.

He leaned forward, his hardened expression softened. “I want you to infiltrate a party tonight, gather some information, and possibly some audio evidences.

“Party? What information? I don’t understand…”

“It’s risky, if you’re smart, you’ll come out alive, if you’re not then rest in peace. But either way, you’ll be debt free.” He shrugged indifferently.

I froze, the glass of water halfway to my mouth. Fear and anger churned inside me.

“You realize this is my life you’re putting on the line, how can you shrug like it is nothing?”

Scary man glared at me; his face unreadable.

“This is the first job description, there is a second,” he said,

“You’ll work as a s*x relieve for my boys, every night Monday to Monday, until you pay off every dime of the ten million dollars you

stole from me!”

“Ten…?!” My voice failed before the full words could come out. “Lori stole ten…”

“I don’t care, I won’t do it,” I said, my voice trembling.

“You have the wrong person, I’m not Lori.”

Scary man let out a wry laugh that didn’t reach his eyes.

“You seem to think that you have another choice, Lori. You’re mistaken. It’s either A or B, choose wisely”

As I imagined hefty men taking their turns to rake my body, chills ran down my spine.

Dying at a party seemed like a better option.

“What am I to do?” I said in a feeble voice.

“Good girl,” Scary man smiled, “Willis will fill you in.”