Chapter 3 Virgin Prostitute

So why do I have to see such a cliché thing that I have only read in novels? The thing is, I feel like the way he caught my eyes when he was, you know, releasing some stress? Why does it feel like it was planned that he really positioned himself where I could see him if ever I go out? He was sitting on the part where I can see him as a whole lot of canvas?

There's intention in every action he makes, and I feel like they're not just mere coincidence. There was the intent. He wanted me to see him pleasuring himself, but for what? Maybe because he was a narcissist and wanted to show how huge he was? Or that he wanted to make me feel less of a prostitute because I couldn't even do my job well?

I'm confused. Is this the cue for me to run away? But I couldn't. It's impossible to escape a penthouse guarded by men outside. They were armed. I think this man was extremely wealthy to be guarded by men 24/7.

I noticed that he came into the room I decided to stay in, and he removed his tie and his button-down shirt. He removed his expensive watch, and why does he have to do it seductively? Am I the one who's weird, or is he?

I decided to ask him a question that has been bothering me for a while, "So what's your name again? I forgot to ask earlier." I sheepishly smiled.

His smirk vanished as if he's angry, and he threw his expensive watch in the mirror. The crash was so loud I know how forceful it was. I was surprised when he did that. I moved on to the far corner to support myself in case he throws something again. What's wrong with this man? He's so fucking unpredictable; I feel unsafe.

"Don't act like you don't know me."

I was beyond confused when he said that. I was just asking because what would I call him, right? Now, I just want to sleep because he's giving me a headache!

So I went to where he was sitting on and sat on the farthest I could get so that I would give him enough space in case he decided to smash something he's holding again.

"I'm sorry. I'm forgetful; so many things had happened to me that I don't remember things that much anymore. If you could give me a gist of when and where we met, maybe I could remember your name? I don't think I would easily forget a face like yours. You're beautiful." Men are sucker for compliments; they just don't show it.

They think that it was always the women who need constant assurance; no all genders need it. It's just that we were used to thinking women need it most.

"You don't like sex and were preserving yourself for marriage, am I right?" Why does he have a habit of changing topics? I was dumb, but I get slow, too, when there are sudden shifts. My mind has to process for a minute for it to work and catch up.

"How do you know that? I am a prostitute. Have you seen a virgin prostitute?"

"You," he said, laughing. He turned his back on me and spoke, "I won't force you to have sex with me." A smile began to form on my lips while his wide back was flaunted to me. Nice body!

"So that means you won't do things I wouldn't want? " I actually felt relieved when he said that he wouldn't ask for sex. That means I can preserve it! I feel like my mom would be happy. The thing is, I grew up in a conservative family, and I would be breaking my mom's heart if ever I go back and still have my virginity. I could never lie to my mother. I love her more than anything else. It's just that I was forced to strip and show my body because I couldn't find a job that would help my family that I left in my country.

"I didn't say I wouldn't ask you to do things you would hate. Because I am pretty sure you would not like what I will ask you to do."

I blinked and immediately grabbed the large jogging pants he threw at me and a large shirt. I caught it, and I think he saw that I was overjoyed when he gave me the most I needed right now.

I exclaimed sincerely, "Thank you so much!" I saw a little grin on his face, and he turned his back on me again when I caught a glimpse of it. But then I stopped after covering my body. He seems nice. But I don't want to judge too early. "Wait, what did you say?" He told me he wouldn't ask for sex, but what else would he want me to do? Prepare a burnt offering to whatever lord he serves? But he doesn't look like a cult member to me, but that would make it all creepy.

"Why do you think I bought you?"

"I don't know? I initially thought, because you want a sex slave, something cheap like that?"

He laughed, and he grabbed my chin to make him look directly in his eyes; his breath was hot and smells nice. That's a plus point for him. I think mine already smells like onions because I've been eating some onions so that he wouldn't dare kiss me. What? I was just trying to save myself!

"I'm too fancy to force someone to be my sex slave."

"Then what is it? Why did you buy me for when you're not gonna fuck me?"

He leaned down and kissed my nose. Which was I think was too intimate for me. " Because I was bored, and I know you are the cure for my boredom," he sat down. He made me sit on his lap, which made me uncomfortable, and sat on the edge of his lap, he breathes out, and he was looking intently at my lips, "You will play a game for me."

"What kind of game?" Then he kissed my cheeks, and I almost backed away, but his strength prevented me from doing so. Damn, he's strong! I was lucky he's not forcing me to be his slave or something like that. I was happy that he is fancy.

"I prepared the Wheel of fortune for you." Such a dumb name! "Every Wednesday or a special occasion of mine. I will spin that wheel. And wherever it falls on, you will do exactly as it says, or there will be punishments for you."

I blinked, "So that's what you meant. How severe are your games? Do I have a possibility of dying during the game? Sex won't be involved, right?" Asking to make myself reassured that there are no sexual tendencies in this game I will play.

He removed a piece of my hair on my face and put it behind my ears. Why does every little action he makes are too intimate for me? It wasn't even sexual in the first place.

"You won't die, and I guarantee you that there are no sexual tendencies to happen while you are playing my game."

Then he kissed my lips; there was no tongue involved. Just a peck, and then I didn't know that the wheel of fortune decides my fate.

Great, so how to kill me without shedding too much blood?