“I'm Ford.” He placed his hand on the knot of my robe leisurely opening it. But before he could move on, his phone chimed and I heard him groan.
“Ugh, God…” It was fun watching him frown like a kid, entirely different from his appearance.
Dark. Authoritative. Honed.
He walked up to his phone and declined it, it rang again, and he sighed before picking it up.
“Better be important because this phone call is taking away my snack.” He licked his lips looking at me and again ran his hands through his hair. I did the job he failed at and threw my robe aside. His eyed landed on my boobs stuffed in the see-through bra and I opened my legs wide for him, he turned his gaze away.
It felt terrible, did he reject me?
“Just kill them, na… what’s all this fuss about?” He yelled, and I gulped in fear, the distance between my legs gradually decreased from his threatening words.
Of course, he’s a mafia but still, he isn’t supposed to leak out intimidating things off his mouth this casually. He disconnected the call after a while of swearing at whosoever was on the other side and stalked at me.
His face came into light of my eyes, and while I wanted to halt and escape, I couldn’t because he has a loaded bank account and sure the thing beneath that zipper.
“Ugh…” He thumped his body beside me, loosening his tie.
“Are you scared of me?” He looked tired; his eyes drowsy as if he had a huge battle against the world.
“Is there a reason to be?” The confident words fell out of my mouth, and I managed to keep my smile intact.
“Really? Then why are your hands shaking?” He grinned at me, grabbing my hands and gently caressing them, his greenery shifting gazes back and forth from my eyes to my hands. He stroked my hair placing it behind my ear. “Did anyone tell you, you’re so beautiful?”
Why is he being this way? This isn’t how things work, we should just do it and get paid. I pushed him back and got on top of him.
“I want to get this over with as quickly as possible, do you mind?”
“I’ll pay you even if we don’t do it, don’t worry.” He placed his hands on my butt and before he could do more, I got off of him.
Turn off one…
“I get paid for things I do, I’m not a beggar.” I wore my robe back, of course, it was pointless. I turned around wanting to stalk out of the room.
“That’s not what I meant…” He got up looking at me and I heard the bed creak, I was looking forward to sleeping with him but he is just another rich asshole who knows nothing. What did I even expect?
“Blush… sit here.” His voice quickly turned into a more commanding one.
I could see my job slipping off my hands because if I screw this up, I’m done. I sat on the couch and he followed me soon enough.
“Why do you do this kind of job?” He swirled his finger around a strand of my hair.
“Because I get paid quickly and a lot.” I straightforwardly answered him, he snickered at my words unbothered and amused.
“I’ll pay you much more than this if you do this job only for me.” His hands touched my cheeks and before I could feel the warmth, he streamed down to the curve of my shoulders and slowly groped my boobs, I couldn’t understand what he meant.
“Sorry?” I asked again ignoring the desperation pooling in my gut and I felt my heart twisting.
“Blush, become my sex partner, that way you don’t have to do this with random people. Plus, I’ll pay you twice the amount you get paid here.” This is what rich people do, they try to become our masters just because they have money.
And a poor being like me dances on their tunes, that’s not what I want with my life.
I don’t want to become someone’s pet and let them crumble my world whenever they want.
“I’d politely like to decline.” I brushed his hand off me.
Turn off two…
I got up only to get pulled by him again and this time the jerk of my hand told me, I can’t leave. I fell on his lap and he held me in a firm grip. My ass met his hard groin and an inadvertent gasp escaped.
“You don’t even know, how I’m at sex? Why would you want to be bound to only one girl?”
“Let’s keep that disclosed, but I’m sure you’ll do an amazing job pleasing me.” His proximity killed me and I felt his breath awakening my heartbeat. He groped my ass and kissed my neck, nipping at that one place.
Just by his touch, I could tell how wild it can be and I found myself whimpering as he bit my skin.
His hands sedately squeezed my breasts, it was all too fast to even think of what was more pleasurable. “What’s your answer?” He whispered in my ear, his voice coming out more of a breath than words.
My eyes cried from the desires arcing through my body, I haven’t felt this way in five years, like I want to initiate this.
He made me feel like a girl telling me I have a vagina down there which feels hungry too and I wanted to press my thighs together but accidently grinded on his iron-hard dick.
I became numb to those feelings, since that incident. Surrounded by men, hungry for my body, waiting for their turn.
Those hands, faces, that scent.
“Hey? Hey?” I wholly zoned out but snapped back to my senses as he called me out. I still felt them, their hands, their laughter fading my shrieks…
I pushed him away and ran toward the door, I tried to open it, but it was locked. My body etched unable to move and I panted, my breathing too jagged for a teenager’s heart.
The manager locked it so eagerly to have this client for him, I’m trapped now.
“Let’s talk then…” He fixed his tie sitting on a different sofa telling to me sit at a distance since I seemed uncomfortable.
I recall those dark walls, those stupid hands, those five beasts... those tears, my fears, all that rushed back, and I thought only nightmares can scare me... however...
“Don’t c---come near me…” I whimpered again; my lips wobbled from the sudden rush of memories I thought died inside my mind came back flushing in again.
“Relax, I’m not doing anything.” He brought those memories back.
Just because I felt a little bit of that dead pleasure, I’m this vulnerable. I can’t be near him.
“Look if you wanna leave, you can, I’ll have the door open for you. but, don’t you think your boss would be angry if you fail at your task?”
I couldn’t make out if he was good or bad, I progressively ambled toward the sofa and sat at a distance from him.
“Good…” He smiled soothingly at my incompetence and how exposed I was to the ache he’d cause me.
He kept on staring at me while I was becoming self-conscious. The bareness of my body never made me feel this naked.
This was my job to get stark-naked however, I became mortified of it. He got up and I flinched curling my toes with my blue eyes radiating dread. He removed his coat and wrapped it around me.
“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything unless you want me to.”
He avoided skin contact perhaps, he knew people working here usually have a broken past, a past that is hard to bury because we people are absconded and thrown out by society hence the only place, we’re accepted in, is like this.
We sat in silence, utter hush of his breath overlapping mine. His scent came into existence, citrus and sugar all together, and I felt my eyelids getting heavy, just as my heart.
. . .
I heard a rough pound on the door and opened my eyes as someone barged in. I sprung up from the bed, looking around, recollecting happenings of last night.
Paradiso. Ford. Panic.
How am I on the bed? Where is Mr. Ford?
“What time is it?” I asked in a panic, sweat appearing on my forehead despite the cold breeze.
“Five in the morning…” The manager replied stalking in with unidentifiable face. “So, is he in?” He asked again.
“My brother, he must be waiting… I need to go, I’ll fill you in later tonight” I ran hurriedly, my body covered with Ford’s coat, I couldn’t even waste time on changing my clothes, I got inside a taxi only to get stared at by the driver.
But upon reaching at home, I found it empty, I yelled his name numerous times, “Grey… baby, where are you?” Looking around but the house was too small for him to hide. Albeit, I turned it upside down thinking he might’ve folded himself under the table.
I asked around and fell in despair, “Some men came here asking for you, that’s all we know.” It must be them, those fucking loan sharks. I told them to stay away from my brother.
I clenched my fists walking inside my house,
UNKNOWN: Come to this address if you want your brother back.
I received a text from an unknown number and quickly rushed to the address.
“Come inside” I heard a hoarse voice as someone asked me to follow him. I have never been to places as huge as this. A long hallway with countless security guards standing on sentinel. It didn’t look like a house of loan sharks, but you never know what one’s hiding under their sleeves. “Grace…” My brother’s voice gushed to my ear from a corner and he came into appearance and hugged me abruptly. I embraced him tightly shedding tears, I kept on kissing his face feeling a sense of relief. “I’m sorry, p---please forgive your sister…” I sniveled while sniffing his scent, and scanned his body to find any marks of hurt. “I’m okay… you don’t have to cry; Grey will cry too…” He wiped my tears and I smiled hugging him again. “Grace?” I got startled upon hearing a sudden voice, I felt chills running down my spine as I caught my name in a hoarse voice, it never felt so... intimidating before… “What a pretty name… pretty…just like you.” I hid my brother behind me and turned to look at him,
The days went by smoothly and Mr. Ford, easily vanished from my life, as if he never existed. We moved into a big apartment just like my brother wanted and I continued working as a sex worker. But nothing was easy, entering into the murkiness, I found him sitting on the chair. Apathetic. Unbothered. Alluring. Green eyes, pretty face, ugly heart, no- no heart at all. “Have I for once, tried to force you?” It was kept completely confidential that he was arriving since I would’ve said no. “Relax, I’m just here to talk.” He stood up, his heels meeting the floor, a tall man, too tall to eat up the distance between us in milliseconds. “It’s benefitting you in so many ways, why are you denying it? You can get your loan paid in an instant, your brother can live in peace plus, you won’t have to sleep around with so many people. Touching STD’s and whatnot.” Sure… if only that was my concern. “What’s benefitting you from this? Why are you being kind to a prostitute like me?” I pushed him a
I opened my eyes and found myself in a new, unknown place, I only sensed the warmth and was at ease lying under thick blankets. Thick blankets… Thick blankets? I hate the winter season; it makes my body stiff and tired without even doing anything. I sprung up from the bed and yawned having a great sleep of heaven. Great sleep… Great sleep? “Good morning…” My body stiffened as I heard a manly voice, I felt my breath pacing upon the hoarse voice and saw him leaning against the door. “W---what are you doing here?” I asked hiding inside the blanket as a reflex. My body jolted as he walked towards me. “Well, why can’t I be here?” He smirked and I looked at my surroundings. I didn’t know I was at his home. “W---what am I doing here?” I queried being mortified of myself; I didn’t look into his eyes recalling what happened last night. Paradise. Ford. Panic. “You fainted last night and I brought you home.” He made it look so easy and this was the second time I forgot about my broth
Where should I hide? He’s everywhere, the more I think about him, the angrier I get. Now he’s browbeating me to become his sex partner. I have forgotten about everything because he constantly plays on mind, like stars in the night, light in the day. Painful. Horrid. Scarce. “What happened last night?” My manager grabbed my hand to scold me but I had no energy left to fight him. “I’m sorry… I’m going to work…” I left without minding him. Life hasn’t even given me the chance to complain about things, it just turned out too ugly before I could even process and this is where it is heading now. I can see it coming, this man is not gonna stop until I agree. Sometimes I think, it’s just sex so I shouldn’t be acting this way but then I realize the trauma from my past. Just because his touch has a different feeling to it, and I feel my insides crashing down from his voice. “Grace…” I heard a familiar voice, “Jess…” I mumbled, and he hurried to my direction. He was my stylist and someone
Some people survive the chaos and that is how they grow and some people thrive in chaos because chaos is all they know, the latter one is me. This world is beautiful but has a disease called, ‘man’. The man who’s walking in my direction, with blood in his hands, the man who’s hell-bent on ruining me. The man who has begun spreading his venom in my life already. Mask is used to hide the inner self however; I believe people like Levi don’t understand it. He is the darkness he depicts and doesn’t give a fuck about the world’s fuckery. Touch what’s mine and I’ll ruin whatever is yours! I gulped as he grabbed my hand taking me away from the cafeteria while the crowd was gasping and murmuring in shock. I kept on walking not knowing where it’s gonna end perhaps, not anytime soon since it’s just begun. “You don’t have to sleep with him anymore.” He finally let go of my hand wiping the blood. “Remember when I asked for your opinion? Me neither!!” I grunted rubbing my hands with my cloth
“Do you prefer dangerous freedom over peaceful slavery?” His voice husky as ever, his steps increasing thrill and trepidation in my bones. “I prefer everything over you…” My words sounding as if I’m poised. Yes, I choose dangerous freedom because peaceful slavery for you is quite dangerous itself. “This isn’t fair” I muttered as he pulled me closer grabbing my waist in his huge hands, his breath fell on me like snow in winter. His voice coaxing me to give in, and I whimpered from the heath I’m about to face. “Nobody smart plays fair.” He whispered, his lips slowly growing nearer to my face. I looked away and felt him smile near my cheeks. I saw him, he saw me, I looked away but then I looked back, and he was still looking at me. “Angel…” He whispered and I closed my eyes. Angel? Me? Not. Me. Letting go of the guard I had put, wanting to live for the first and the last time, he was making me want things I didn’t want, things like love. He doesn’t love me but, I want him to touch
“Ms. Grace---” I stormed inside Levi’s office as his secretary Jamie tried to stop me. If I stop now, I won’t have the courage to say it anymore. “I choose peaceful slavery.” I dropped my coat dead on the ground and sauntered toward him. My eyes wandered around the room and saw two people sitting in front of him. I flinched moving backward. They looked at me in an eccentric way, I swallowed a large lump in my throat and saw Levi chuckling from the corner of his mouth. Why did I have to be that aggressive? Fuck me… I cussed at myself knowing how disconcerting it was. Levi stood up from his seat and picked my coat up. “Little bird, meet Mr. and Mrs. Rutherford.” He introduced them, wait… his parents? I bowed gently and felt goosebumps all over. Their reaction quickly altered from a bizarre face to a massive smile. “Ah!! Grace…” His mother rushed in my direction taking me away from him. “I was just telling them when I first met you…” Why is he telling them that? But wait… our firs
I’m the big sister, I wish I could be better at it. Levi’s men had arrived to pick us up and we left. Grey was all the way talking to Luther and he seemed happy. It’s good otherwise I would’ve blamed myself for ruining my brother’s childhood. I still won’t compromise with it even though I’m stuffed with the debt. “Boyfriend uncle!!!” My brother shrieked with happiness as soon as his eyes landed on him. Levi picked him up in his arms and his men started logging my suitcases off. I took a deep breath before walking inside my hell for an indefinite expanse of time, we directly walked toward Grey’s room. A room filled with toys and cars, my eyes looking at the sparkle Grey was shedding. I realized how selfish I was. Thinking I’m providing my brother with everything, I was doing nothing at all. There were so many things he still hasn’t seen. “Grey, go to sleep, we’ll play tomorrow.” I ordered, and surprisingly he listened to me. I mouthed a ‘thank you’ to Jamie and she smiled back. W