Chapter 2 Deepest Desire

He was just too stressed at work and he did not think he was in any good condition to be with a woman unless it was paid sex. Just to be fair, because he might get out of control and hurt his partner in bed, intentionally or not. Recently, he has been so sensitive that he is afraid he might get annoyed by too much noise from a woman moaning in pleasure while in bed.

But neither could he be too rude to shut a woman down unless he knew he was paying her for sex and so he could order her to do everything that would please him, pleasing him alone, if that is what would make him feel better. The effort won't be necessary for him to return whatever pleasure he is receiving when he is with a service girl, because the girls here are properly oriented on what and how to act when they are with a client.

"Ahmm... Sir...?" the service girl nervously uttered.

His stares were making the service girl feel uncomfortable. She could feel he was eye-raping her, but as he was not saying anything, it was making the service girl doubt her thoughts were right. She was torn between running away or approaching him even more seductively. Imitating her trainers. But right now, she was burning hot in both embarrassment and the way he was intently gazing at her.

Seeing her exposed skin turn fiery red, he was starting to feel aroused. He kept his look fixedly at her as he lifted his right hand's index finger in a come over here gesture. She sauntered her way to him. Her mind was different from her body. She was mentally aware she had to make this man pleased with her, but her body was so timid. She had a view of confidence and hesitation all in one.

Denny Vero was even more entertained. He was convinced this girl was brave. A beautiful and courageous kind of girl. It turns him on even harder. When she was only a few steps closer, she stopped, and he checked her posture. He checked her out without concealing his ogling stare. The girl was even more embarrassed. She might even faint if she wasn't brave enough.

"Turn around..." Denny commanded in a low voice.

And she did, but her actions were done so abruptly. As if it was her chance to hide her face from him.

"Again. Slowly this time..." The client commanded again.

And she did. Slowly she turned around again.

She felt her confidence come back with just a quick breath with her back to him and came around again just like how she was trained. She turned around and stopped. Facing him with a bright smile. She was smiling, but her heart was pounding. She really hoped she was able to hide her less confident mien.

"What's your name?" Denny asked, his eyes were still intently gazing at her.

He wanted to touch her, but he was still trying to hold his sanity as he still needed to know her name and tell her his order of drinks. He waited to hear her sweet, gentle voice again. His ears were almost flapping in excitement to hear her speak again.

"Trisha, sir. My name is Trisha." The service girl answered politely.

Trisha, her name in Sweet Haven, is Aleah Silver, a college student taking Accountancy, who had to give up her studies and work in a men's club to earn more than the minimum wage that she could get from any part-time job she could ever manage to find in her urgent need to pay her mom's medical bills.

A few months ago, while on her way home from work, Trisha's mom was found almost half-dead by the side of the road. There was no way to find out what happened to her because the only surveillance camera closest to the scene was not working. It did not capture anything helpful for the authorities to find which car or who was behind the accident. It was only after the patient was brought to the hospital and checked that her family found out she had been hit by a car, taking from the injuries she got and based on the location where she was found.

But because Trisha's mom was a victim of a hit-and-run case, the cost of her medical assistance fell on the family's shoulders. A family in which Trisha was the next adult in line. Her dad died on duty a few years back in the Military and her brother is still in his last year in senior high. She was desperate to earn money because the doctors told them, Trisha and her brother, that their mom's condition was too critical and needed urgent medical attention, costly medical attention.

Who wouldn't take such an offer when the pay is a few ten thousand a month?

Who would still take a moment to stop and think if every minute counts because her mom was in an oxygen tank which might get plugged out if she did not get to pay her bills the soonest possible?

For Trisha, she was willing to sell her soul in her deepest desire to save her mom. And just think about the consequences later of her actions now. So, when a person lent her hand to help Trisha by giving her a calling card with only a name and a phone number on it and telling Trisha it might help, she did not hesitate. The person who gave her the calling card was the assistant manager of the art professor who hired Trisha to pose for his students while painting her portrait. It was because Trisha asked for more gigs so she could earn more, but when she told her the amount she needed to gather, the assistant shook her head and, with a reluctant mind, handed her the calling card.

"I am not so sure I should give you this, but think about it and decide for yourself," the assistant said with a wary heart. "But with the amount of money you need for your mom, I believe you will earn maybe more with the beauty you have."