Chapter 2 2

"Yes sir, I am very sure and willing to try my best" she blurted out, stumbling on her words, apprehension written all over her face as she tried to convince whoever the man was, that she was sure of her decision. It had taken a lot to convince Laura she had no other options, this man seemed like he wouldn't be any different.

The line was silent for almost ten seconds, ten dreadful seconds for Alicia, Her palms sweaty and her thoughts spinning, she knew she had every right to end the call now but something made her to stay.

"Fine, don't be late" the line clicked dead before Alicia had a chance to respond. She dragged a deep breath as she stood up and walked towards the hospital. There was no going back at this point, the only way was forward and Alicia was ready to take the steps necessary, a text came in with the address of her new workplace.

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Six cars swerved into the parking lot of the very popular Villa Hotel and they were all guided to a comfortable parking space by the valet parking service.

Brandon was the last to drive in. He felt his car bump into something and a cry of pain followed immediately after.

Brandon killed the engine of his car and stepped out immediately.

"Did I hit you?" He said as he rushed to where the person stood, immediately the person turned, his breath caught in his chest.

Something about the way her face was shaped and the still blue eyes made her extremely familiar. Her tiny frame did little to hide the audacious curves that her red shimmering dress that was a bit too short tried to showcase, she turned to look at him and her high cheekbones greatest him.

She was stunning and Brandon was almost tempted to ask her if they had met before and what a beautiful girl like her was doing here.

"Hey, are you okay?" Brandon asked, his voice laced with concern. He reached towards her, trying to steady her footing but she stepped back instantly, before turning her back and walking away from him with not a word out of her mouth.

Brandon was so surprised,a smile crossed his lips unconsciously. He liked her aura, especially since his mind kept nudging that he knew her from somewhere.

It was an exotic bar; filled with patrons who chatted over loud music, clinked wine glasses and laughed as they got served by nearly naked women. This was Brandon's first time seeing this. He rarely frequented bars.

Lucas his vice from the ice age group of companies led them to a large table. There were twelve chairs in total.

"I asked that they join three tables together," Lucas explained as they all took their seats. Immediately, he began to order drinks.

"Wait!" One of the men with them stopped him. "I hear that they have a lot of attractive call girls. Why don't we spice up our evening?"

Brandon groaned and Lucas' eyes widened with excitement. "That is a damn good idea."

Lucas stood to his feet and walked over to the bar where he spoke silently to the bartender. When he returned, he had a cheeky grin on and Brandon nearly rolled his eyes to the back of his head.

Slowly, women dressed in the most sensual, exotic outfits began to file out of a door as they bore drinks in their hands.

Brandon's eyes followed each woman as they stepped out of the door and once his eyes hit a familiar body, he stopped breathing for a second.

This was the woman he had hit in the parking lot. He hadn't been able to look at her face properly.

But damn, she looked beautiful.

Her skin tone was accentuated by the blood red dress she had on and it stuck to her skin like a glove. On both sides were high slits that stopped close to her hip bone. It was teasing that whoever had made this dress made it stop almost at her hip bone. As she took tentative steps towards their table, he could see her milky thighs peek out of the dress and Brandon's senses were heightened. Who could this woman be? And why was he stuck on the idea that he knew her from somewhere?

Her lips were brushed with matte red lipstick and her brown wavy hair bounced around her shoulders as she moved and his eyes traveled down her collar bone, down to her cleavages. She had the perfect set of breasts, smooth and milky and the lace material around her breast held her mounds of flesh softly.

Brandon could feel his legs twitch. His fingers curled into a fist and he placed them on his thigh.

"I want one of those women," Lucas whispered beside Brandon and Brandon just hoped he wasn't talking about the lady in red.

Once the women got to their table, all four of them, Brandon noticed that the men were already giving them provocative looks. He looked around to see if any of them was staring at the lady in red and when his eyes caught about three of his staff, including Lucas with their eyes fixated on her, he had to use his power as the CEO against them.

"I want the lady in red," He blurted out.

Lucas stopped and turned to look at Brandon. "I thought you weren't interested in any of them?"

Brandon glared at him and Lucas laughed.

"She's all yours, man. She's all yours."

Brandon sat up and his gaze landed on the lady in red. Their eyes connected and for the first time, he saw her eyes. They weren't still blue, they were porcelain blue, almost the same shade as Lily's... his actual girlfriend.

They were familiar. Brandon felt that jolt of Deja Vú. He felt like he had met this woman at one point in his lifetime but he couldn't remember.

She was standing dangerously close to him and like he was in a trance, Brandon raised his hand and glided it over her face.

His knuckles grazed her cheek and his fingers slipped between her silky hair.

Alicia was just placing his drink on the table when she felt his hand on her cheek. It made shivers run down her spine. She was afraid. Doing this didn't feel right. She felt like she was being used, just the way a prostitute would be and before she could think of her actions, she straightened, causing Brandon to move back in shock.

Brandon didn't miss the tear that slipped down her cheek as she turned on her feet and rushed out of the room.

Alicia hadn't expected to react in such a way to the man's touch.

As she hurried out of the bar from the exit, she stopped to catch her breath and looked around.

She felt like she was selling out her body for money.

Wasn't that the reason why she was here?

This was a case of desperation and her mother's life was on the line.

She was having a minor panic attack, as she had never experienced this before. She had never been touched by a stranger for monetary purposes.

This was prostitution and she could never do it.

More tears slipped down her cheeks as she crumpled to the ground and sobbed, suddenly recalling Laura and how she was against this job.

Meanwhile, Brandon hadn't felt comfortable with the way the beautiful call girl had run out on them. He had noticed that his staff and his best friend, including other call girls and patrons around, had been surprised by her sudden exit.

Some people had found it funny and even called her naive and inexperienced and everyone had immediately forgotten about the flustered call girl but Brandon couldn't get over her. He had to see her and make sure that she was okay.