"Why me?" I barely recognize my own voice. The man sitting on the couch in the dark room she was called into, scares her. It's not just because he's a stranger and I'm all alone with him, everything about him screams something more... Something deeper and mysterious-- dangerous even.
I shouldn't be here. Yet I couldn't resist the tempting offer when Molly had thrown it on the table. "It's just one night," she had assured me. "They are big clients and you can get the money for her hospital bills. I barely have enough for myself, Becca. I really don't want to make you do this but the choice is yours." My mother had been sick for years now and we not only burnt our health insurance and trust funds but our extended family had called it quits, saying there's no need spending money on a dying woman. She wasn't dying. She just wasn't getting better and I wasn't going to give up. My mother is the only remaining family from the car crash fifteen years ago. I lost my father to the crash and my mother barely made it out alive. Part of my memories were gone too, the only thing I suffered besides my parents ill fate but after five years, my mother's condition worsened. Molly was lying on the bed, sick with her work ID stretched out to me. There was nothing more to be said. I had it all covered before. I had worked six jobs to pay for my mother's bills and to fund myself to college but in one day, I lost all the jobs and no one would hire me ever since. It was as though a dark entity had spread its wings over me, shielding me from all the luck. Just one semester and I would finally be done with school and get a better job to continue my mother's bills. The man's chuckle shakes me out from the thoughts and goosebumps swallows me whole. The sound of a click as he drops his glass on the table sends my heart into overdrive. My eyes were useless in this room, yet they moved back and forth as though scanning the place, trying to adjust to the darkness. There was a sweet smell of chocolate, I wonder if it's just the vodka-- or maybe it's him. “Of all my candidates, you're…” My breath was caught in his hanging words. I needed a reason why I was selected. This wasn't an ordinary bar, it was for rich men to perform their sexual fetish with willing girls. My heart broke when I realised how dangerous Molly's night job was and I felt even terrible for asking for a loan to pay her bills. Molly was even kind enough not to say “since you've got pussy, put it to good use too." "... promising." He finally said and I could breathe again. "You have a vision for your future, you're working towards it and I could help you." "The thing is, Rebecca, you have something to lose." Somehow, his words made me shiver. Why did that sound like a bad thing when coming from his lips? Mustering the courage, I respond firmly, "My mother is not collateral damage-" "No, but she's your driving force," he rose to his feet and I instinctively took a step back, "No no, don't do that." I froze from his command and he was in front of me in the twinkling of an eye. His cologne hits me like warm chocolate mixed with harsh vodka and I shiver when his cold fingers touch my chin. "I need a woman who'll use me as much as I'll use her, Rebecca." He leans down to my lips, gently pulling my chin closer and closer till his musky breath fast my face and his lips brush against mine, sending a spark down my spine. "Be that woman for me, Rebecca. Be my woman." *** It's been three years since that night. A lot has changed. It feels like I'm waking up from a long sleep of a dream because everything hurts. I squeeze my phone in my hand as I see the headlines, my tears try to blur the truth from me but it's too late for that. News of his engagement is all over the place. 'This marks an end for the famous gold digger- Rebecca Hoffman.' 'Rebecca Wright? What a joke! That doesn’t even sound right!' I snicker at the joke, swinging my legs in the cold pool while I'm seated at the edge staring at the photos of Oliver-- my pretend boyfriend up until five hours ago- and his new possibly 'real' girlfriend, Annie Quinn. A heiress to her family's wealth. Of course, wealth marries into wealth. Everything I have belongs to Oliver, they may be in my name but they belong to him still. I picked myself up after switching off the screen-- okay, enough feeling sorry for myself. I know what I must do. I have my luggage arranged in my bedroom, the car ready to take me to a hotel where I'll stay for a few days and sort out my life. I've typed and readied my resignation letter. Now that I'm no longer the CEO'S woman, who would want to employ a drop out? Shit! I really have been living a big fat lie all these while. I couldn't even finish college! The one thing I strived hard for to make my mother proud. I threw it all away just because I got so comfortable with Oliver's wealth. I can't blame him for anything. I put it all on me. "No strings attached," he had made it clear. "You're not allowed to love me, Miss. Hoffman." Yet that smile in his eyes and his voice seemed like they were daring me to do otherwise. I grab my suitcase in the bedroom-- our bedroom-- God! We lived like married couples, sleeping in the same bed, having breakfast and dinner together, attending every function and even together-- Oliver Wright was literally my life. "There you are!" He says from behind me, startling me and I spin around with a fast beating heart having been caught red-handed. He's flashing his million dollar smile again like everything is alright and he's wearing the same suit from his date. He's returning to me after spending the whole day with another woman. My heart has never felt so heavy in all my years. Oliver is quick to wrap me in his arms and I foolishly let myself relax, telling myself it's the last time-- might as well enjoy it. "I've been searching all over for you," he sways us gently and presses a kiss to the side of my head. "I didn't go anywhere," why search for me when you have me at your beck and call yet, I don't have you? "As you should," he's pleased. His hug is suffocating, her perfume clings to him, mocking me like these comments and those headlines on the news. I can't breathe, I feel choked up. I'm drowning in the endless sea of love I have for this man. Please, let me go. Let me go. Please. "I'm leaving," tears welled up in my eyes. "Leaving where? You're not having dinner without me, are you?" Fuck! How am I not supposed to love you when you treat me like I'm your fucking wife! "It's over, Oliver. We're done." I say firmly, trying to push him away but he does budge. It takes a while to realise he's gone cold around me and I lift my head to his eyes. They're staring at me with confusion and a silent glare that shakes me to my bone. "That's funny," he says with his eyes slightly wide open. "Where did you learn to say such words?”I push myself away from his arms and he lets me go, folding his arms with a cocky eyebrow that makes me want to shrivel and hide.He has never given me that look before. From when I agreed that first night, Oliver has always been gentle with me like he was in love with my body and he admired it every time."Explain the meaning of those words, Rebecca, before I lose it." His threats are enough to snap me out of the past.With a gulp, I repeat myself, "I'm ending this-"He scoffs, cutting me halfway, "That's funny. You sound like your own boss."He's mocking me, reminding me of my place and my throat dries up. "Oliver please," I whisper. "I can't do this anymore. Surely you never planned to still keep me by your side while you get engaged-""So?" He stops me there. "What's wrong with that?"I stare at him totally flabbergasted by his words and the look on his face tells me he's no joke.The disrespect glares me in the face and I come to the harsh realisation that I'm nothing but a mere
"Say something," Oliver plays with my hair as he still has my hand over his chest. He's touching my face tenderly and unlike before when I'll shiver from our spark, now I shiver in fear.For three years, he put up an act. He must've had a blast watching me fool myself. My God! All the nights I whisper how much I love him as he makes love to my body-- he must've laughed his ass off on his way to work the next day."Shall we go get dinner and then tomorrow we search for a bigger place?" He suggests in all his cruelty and I'm clenching my other fist." Or do you want to take this someplace else?" He draws closer to me, placing his hand on my cheek as he leans in for a kiss. "I want to fuck you so badly tonight till you squirt all over the sheets-""Don't fucking touch me!" I push him away with all my strength, trembling as I hug my arms. I feel exposed to his watchful eyes."Don't touch me," I whisper, holding his shocked gaze. "I don't want to be with you anymore-""The answer is no,"
I open my eyes to the bright morning light, alone in our bed. I didn't even know when he left for work. I was completely exhausted from our rounds of sex and passed out halfway.That was the only way I could sleep, otherwise, I would've been up all night, probably crying and sobbing like a freaking baby.The side of the bed where he used to occupy feels cold and I clutch the sheets tightly with a hole in my heart.Sooner than later, I'm going to be a live-in mistress. No doubt, when he's not sleeping with me, he's across the hall making love to another woman-- his wife.What right do I have to even complain and seek his attention?I lie flat on my back, resting my hand over my head to block the rays of the sun and to hide my tears rolling down the side of my face.Every joyful memory I've had with Oliver now stands at a distance, far from my reach, leaving behind only a wrenching feeling of despair and emptiness.God! Will this pain ever end?Sighing deeply, I pick myself up from the
I sit gently in the car and glue myself to the door with a racing heart. He hasn't said a word for the past five minutes now yet it feels like we've been in here for hours.We're still in the parking lot, not going anywhere-- at least that's a good thing, right?Is this one of those scenes in movies where the girlfriend is threatened? I've been expecting it for three years now but Grandfather-- as I've come to start calling him-- has been awfully quiet.Oliver has invited me for dinner with him three times and each of those times, he hasn't said a word directly to me.I wonder... What he wants now.The bodyguard at the front suddenly turns to me, handing over a thin envelope. I stare at him and then stare at what he's giving me.Is this a gift?I turn to grandfather who has his eyes closed and his head straight. I'm not even worth the attention, am I?"Take it."I jolt at the two words and quickly accept it with trembling hands. His voice is cold as ice and they hold a fierceness that
I can't lift my head from the steering wheel, ashamed at what just happened. Oliver's grandfather is long gone and I'm sitting in my own car with the weight of the cheque heavy on my consciousness."God!" I sigh with heavy breath. I just displayed what I've been labelled all these years.A freaking gold digger. I just picked that good sum over a human being! In my defence, I'll need to pay back what he's burnt on me and I'll need all the money I can get but taking it from Oliver's grandfather-- he must be having a good laugh.I don't know how I feel. A part of me wants to feel bad about my actions but a much bigger part worries if this is a blessing from God to help me save myself.Why didn't he use someone else? Why Oliver's grandfather? That man gives me the chills and the creeps. He looks like he can go at any length to make sure he has his way.His words from earlier flash in my thoughts and I grip the wheels. Betrothed from birth? Well now that's a huge shame on me. I understand
I open my eyes, frowning at the bright lights from the unfamiliar looking window.Where am I? The question comes as I jerk to sit, looking around the small room with wide eyes. I hear noise from outside and I step out, feeling thankful and a bit relieved that I'm still wearing my outfit from last night.My head bangs from the hangover as I quite remember little things from last night but I can't seem to remember past seeing Oliver. The shock was something else and I still shiver just remembering it."Stop it," I pause when I hear a giggle and a man's soft whisper, feeling a bit nervous as I step into the kitchen to see a man hugging a woman from behind. He's swaying her gently and pestering kisses on her neck.The sight warms my heart as I get flashes of Oliver hugging me from behind once in a while. The deal was not to fall in love but to pretend to be in love."Fake it till it looks real, Miss. Hoffman," he would often say whenever I get startled by his sudden hugs, kisses and PDA.
"Girl, you better not be thinking about his ass," Tania yanks the phone from my grip before I can do something stupid. "Let him have a taste of what it's like to be hated so hard," Tania growls before breaking out into a smile, "On the bright side, look at all those positive comments, yo! No more 'pet' or 'gold digger' , it's just you.'I stop worrying about Oliver for a while and I open my eyes to see my own life. For the first time in three years, the world is in my favour. They even called me a girlfriend not a pet anymore.It brings tears to my eyes and I'm suddenly crying. Why do I feel so justified and relieved? Everyone has been against me for so long that I've forgotten what it's like to have supporters.I used to think it was okay that the world was against me for him but, I've been so burdened. I didn't know I craved relief so bad."It's okay," she's patting my pack as she puts my phone down. "Now let the world see how much of a scumbag he is. Getting engaged in your face--
- Billionaire's Ex-girlfriend Rebecca Hoffman takes to the Mall by storm'.- 'Rebecca Hoffman not bothered by her ex- boyfriends pestering'."Oh my God," I freeze at Tania's flat exclamation as she frowns at me peeking at her phone from where she's sitting beside me."No," she warns sternly. "No phones."I sit my ass down, pouting a little as I reach for my doughnuts. Those headlines don't seem so bad. I've always tried to ignore the news. Now I find myself wanting to look at them, wanting to see what they have to say about me."That's not so bad," at least they make it seem like I don't give a shit anymore. I wish that were truly the case."No shit," Chloe, one of my colleagues at work said while patting her blonde hair. Tania had called her over since they were very close after I had decided we would go to the mall and do a little shopping.We were sitting at a restaurant in the mall with every eye turning to our table, secretly taking pictures like we can't see them."How's Oliver