Chapter five

"Fe(ii) forms CO complexes with more difficulty because.... ugh."

Reading to myself out loud isn't a usual habit of mine, especially not during a test. An unbelievably simple one. But since I've been running on four hours of sleep sometimes less. I decided to give it one more try.

"The element Iron or ferrate is a group eight element and forms CO complexes easily... umm...difficultly...because....oh God I'm doomed."

I let my face drop into my hand.

"Miss Stephenson."

The supervisor called my name.

"Yes Dr. Meeks?"

"Is there a problem?"

Problem?

Yes. There's a problem I'm being forced to work in a whore house because and my evil stepmother is threatening to traffic my sister. And although I tried to read for this test a faceless man kept coming in to my head and all I can remember right now with no doubt is my name and I am losing my fucking mind.

"Of course not Dr. Meeks."

I replied so calmly and was surprised that my thoughts did not betray me

"Then remember to make sure your head continues to defy gravity unless its night time. Pens up everybody."

That night any normal human being would be thinking about how they had flunked their test jeopardized their career and ruin their whole lives and would end up under a bridge with nothing cut stray cats for company but was I thinking of my possible future with stray cats? No. I was thinking about a particular hot voice and mouth watering breath. Wait that sounds wrong. But anyway I was thinking of the faceless guy. No. Faceless man. He was definitely a man. Although I hope not literally faceless that'd be creepier than he being a werewolf. Cause I definitely find werewolves creepy and not sexy or panties melting hot. Totally freaky. Maybe if I said it enough times I'd believe it.

Despite my bad day at school I walked into the club with a bounce in my steps.

"You're early today."

Tasha commented.

Oh shit.

I checked the time and she was right. My shift starts at 9pm and it was 8:48

"Took an elective course on morals and disciplines. It inspired me to be punctual."

"Its not yet time for your shift."

"Extra punctual."

I smiled tightly.

"Speaking of school how was test?"

She inquired.

"It was great. Literally the most easiest test I have ever sat for."

It wasn't a lie.

"Must be nice. Going to a fancy school with all the big shit kids. Maybe that's why they requested you in the private room. Fancy girl for fancy pervert. "

Was that envy in her voice?

"Uhhh.... yeah sure. I gotta go change."

"Hey girl."

"I hate my life and everyone in it."

I said slumping on the wall.

"Well good day to you too. What's got your panties in your asshole."

"I had the worst easiest test ever. And Tasha basically called me a whore. No offense. "

"None taken."

She laughed and poured me a bottle of the cheap wine we had access to.

"I might not know alot about school seeing as I've never been in one but I am willing to listen to your rant if you're ready to rant. "

She said and handed me the glass she poured me.

"Thanks a lot Gar but it's okay. I either fail or not."

"Good. Now that that's outta the way I heard you were up in the fancy room with literally the most highest ranking client in the club. I have been trying to get that man in my skirt since forever and you did it without even trying. Hook me up with your voodoo person but not if blood is involved I'm out if I see blood, I can sacrifice my cousin Samantha though. I want details. Everything." Garcia demanded as soon as I was done with my glass.

"Gee Gar. For a moment there I thought you actually cared about me." I laughed at her enthusiasm.

"If you'll tell me how to bewitch the man I'll marry you."

I laughed even harder.

"No thanks. You are gorgeous. But I'm more of a penetration kinda girl."

"Good lord sweet Cathy is becoming a bad girl. You actually said penetration without turning beet root. And you meant it in a sexual term. What precisely did that mystery man do to you."

"Nothing you couldn't do to me if you set your mind to it."

I winked at her and her mouth fell open. What can I say? I am not the girl I was a couple of weeks ago.

"Now I don't have to be worried."

"Nothing Gar."

"What?"

"We didn't do anything. We just . . . talked."

"I am feeling like he paid you to talk to him but let's keep that aside what did he look like."

"I don't know. It was dark I didn't see him."

I just felt him. A lot. I almost sighed audible. I quickly caught myself and asked the next question.

"What's the big deal about him? I mean he is rich but there are other rich people heck only the billionaires can afford this place. So is why is everyone so... interested in him."

"You have come to the right place. We have a few minutes before we are supposed to work so drink your wine and let auntie Gar tell you all about your man."

"He's not my man."

I said taking a cautious sip of the bubbly wine.

"Maybe that's what you think but I bet on my granny's grave he will ask for you tonight."

"Why would he do that?"

"A man like that looks for eloquence and in you and he found it."

"Gar have you been reading the books I gave you?"

I gasped dramatically noticing her use of the word eloquence.

Although she grew up on the streets she had a thirst for education so I started to share my novels and former text books with her.

"Well . . .maybe a little peek now and then."

"Gar! I'm so proud of you."

"Bleh... keep that aside right now. Logan Buchanan. Owner of Buchanan enterprise largest real estate and networking companies the world has ever seen. He is the son of ex-con and millionaire George Buchanan no one knows his mother and no one has seen him since he was a child he just resurfaced out of nowhere and made his own money. Not family riches or generational wealth or ancestral or voodoo. He made his own way. He and his father can never see eye to eye. We don't know what happened but they hate each other`s guts. I bet its because of a woman. Maybe he ran off with his father's mistress while she was pregnant for his father's best friend and then made her abort it."

"Oh Gar." I sighed and face palmed myself.

"What? With great riches comes great problems."

"But I still don't get it. He's not the only one with a tragic grass to grace story. Heck he didn't even have to step on grass if he wasn't stubborn and asked his father's help. Why is he so.... iconic and mysterious?"

"What happens to rich young men with tragic back stories?"

"I don't know he gets depression, dies and leaves all his money to the stripper he met only once? What are you saying Gar."

"No Cathy, women want to fix him but there are none you know why?"

"No Gar I don't know why."

"Why so impatient I am about to get to the good part. There are no women or men Cathy. Annoying and tenacious as the paps are no one has ever seen what he looks like. Rumor has it he doesn't have a face. He traded it to the devil, that is what I say."

I set aside the too sweet wine and got up.

"I think I've heard enough superstitions for one night Gar."

I kissed her on both cheeks and go to dress trying to ignore that huge part of me that looked forward to he requesting for me in VIP again.

Spoiler alert he didn't.