Chapter 7 A DEAL WITH THE MONSTER

Weekends are known to be the busiest days in the Wells club, mainly Saturdays and Sundays. Men come in huge numbers, almost double what we have on weekdays. This is usually the peak for Ejay. He collects millions of dollars in a normal day, meaning these two days he collects more than double. He is a rich bastard. Filthy rich with dirty money. He is cursed even by the heavens!

Today, being a Friday evening, I should be in the entertainment room with Ejay and everyone else as usual, but I excused myself. I faked a headache and remained in my room. I needed to prepare for what I was about to do. It's crazy, I know. I don't know if Ejay will agree to my deal, but I must try. I will give it my best. I look at the time on the wall clock. It's twenty minutes to ten past midday. Perfect. I get to the shower and take a quick one, then come back. I scan my closet for something unique. A dress I haven't won The idiot bought me a lot of them. I finally settle for a sleeveless royal blue floral-fitting dress with a v-neck that shows very small details of my cleavage and a front sleet that is a bit too high for my liking. I pull out a pair of red heels, and after putting them on, I stand in front of the dressing mirror. Excellent.

I then go ahead to tie my hair into a tight bun and apply lotion and ponds to my face. Then I finish by applying a lip gloss to my lips, and then I walk to the mirror again. This image in front of me is a perfect beauty. I love the way the dress perfectly hugs my curves. I love the glow in my eyes and the smile that brightens my face. No more sadness. I curve my shiny, full lips into the most beautiful smile I can ever produce. I am not going to allow anything to weigh me down. I am not going to let anything distract me from my mission. I take my purse and take out the only jewel I have. The chain. I put it on, and it adds more beauty. It also doubles my courage. I take it to my hands and give it a kiss, then let it fall on my chest again. I then grab my phone and step out of my room, majestically walking with confidence like a queen in her palace.

As I walk down the stairs, I meet with Mr. Arousal, that Delgado moron. I have never missed him, not even a single day in the club, since I came. Doesn't he have a wife? I disgustingly look at him as I slow my pace. I know he already has a girl waiting in one of the rooms. He is going to torture her in the name of pleasure. Pigs like these men in this club don't deserve to live. If I had a gun, I would blow his brains out right now. He raises his head, and his jaw drops to the floor, rolling down the stairs the moment he sees me.

"My! My! My!" He exclaims, eyeing me up and down like he is looking at a piece of meat. He doesn't even know how to close his mouth anymore. "Fine beauty, huh! I wonder how it would feel to have those." He stretches his hands towards my waist, but I grab them with my hands.

"Touch me if you want Ejay to feed you to the street dogs, you son of a bitch!" I let go of his hands, and he dropped them, taking a step back, as I observed how scared he felt all of a sudden. Ugly monkey! "What? Don't you want to touch me again, Mr. Delgado?" I mock.

"Pray hard that you will remain his special slave forever. I will be praying for the day he will put you on the bid list. You don't have even the slightest idea of what I will do to you." With that, he walks past me.

"Keep dreaming, you fool!" I say this without looking back. I might spit on his ugly face if I look back.

I walk to Ejay's door and open it slowly, popping my head in first to see if he is in, though I am highly doubtful. After confirming my doubts, I walk in slowly and close the door. The lights are on. They are never off in this whole building, except only when we all go to bed. I look around. What are all these files for? I know I shouldn't meddle, but curiosity got the better of me. I walk to the shelves and take one file.

It's named Andrew N. Dario. I open. Date: 07/03/2021 Package: Dxxl 1000kg. Amount: $1,000 cash.

What package is this?

I flip to the next page. Its the same information, but with a different date. I keep flipping pages, and when I am through with the file, I return it carefully where it was and take out another one. This is for a different client, but the information is the same. I know Ejay is about to come in, and I don't want him to find me snooping around. I return the file and sit on his swivel chair in front of his computer.

I will find out what the transactions are for sooner or later. Sitting down, I open the drawer on the side of the table. It's full of short guns. I close it and pull the chair to the front side of the table, and I sit with my back facing the door. After like forty minutes of waiting, I hear the door opening, and I slowly turn around.

"What the hell!" His eyes got glued to my exposed thighs.

"Hi, Ejay!" I snap him out of whatever he is thinking.

"What are you doing here? Weren't you feeling unwell?" He asks, crossing his hands on his chest, walking close to where I am. His eyes are more scary at night, I must say.

"I was, not anymore."

"Were you really feeling bad, or was it an excuse?" He adds.

"I really was unwell. You don't believe me?"

"Why are you here? Why didn't you go straight to the entertainment center when you felt better?"

"I wanted to talk to you."

"We could have done that elsewhere. Why here? Nobody dares come into my office like you did without my permission." He says this, and his eyes fall on something on the table. I follow his gaze, and it's on my phone. What? He thinks I am spying on him, or what? I take the phone and show it to him.

"You can check it if you want."

"I have other ways of identifying my traitors. What do you want?" Jeez! What's with his mood? Well, monsters like him are never in a good mood.

"I am sorry if this offends you. I won't invade your privacy like this again." I stand and place the phone back on the table again.

"I don't like surprises! Get that straight!"

"Okay. Sorry, once again." He nods his head, his eyes on me, challenging me to say what brought me here. "I came to propose a deal." That sentence alone made him laugh like a lunatic. He might crack his ribs if he doesn't stop. I watch him belittle me and laugh at me. When he is done, he shoves his hands into his jeans pockets.

"Forgive my outburst. What did you just say?"

"You heard me." I take a few steps and stand in front of him, composed and cool like a cucumber. "I came to propose a deal."

"What kind of deal can you offer to someone like me? Come on! I want to hear it."

"Have you seen what's trending in the media lately?" I ask.

"I don't give a hoot about what goes on in the stupid media. It's all about gossip and politics. All I care about is how to make my billions and protect them. Running my empire." He retorts.

"It's been two months since Gia Wilson launched her first album. But she went missing right after. No whereabouts of hers. The police are conducting an investigation into her whereabouts." I state.

"And so? You want me to let you go? Never! It's not like they will find you here or link me up to your disappearance." He defends.

"Don't be so full of yourself, Ejay. Gia is a star. A public figure. Maybe I did not have a family, but I am sure I had close friends and partners in the industry. They are all looking for me. The authorities will not rest until they uncover what happened to me. A slight mistake, Ejay, can make all the efforts you have made over the years to protect your business worthless. Is that what you want?"

"It is only their dead bodies that will enter the Wells Club."

"Then what? You will kill the entire police force? Are you sure?"

"I can't let you go. No matter what, I will not take that risk."

"I am not asking you to let me go. I know that will never happen." I bratted out, shocking the hell out of him.

"Then what is it that you want?" He is getting infuriated. I know he is scared of what might happen.

"Come." I take his hand and let him sit on the chair, while I kneel with one knee in front of him. "It's only I who can clean up this mess. Gia Wilson needs to make an appearance before things get out of control."

"And what exactly will you tell them?"

"That is where I need your help. The hospital where you took me after you rescued me Can they fake a report?"

"What?" He asks in confusion. He must be seeing a very different person today.

"Yes. We need a report that shows I suffered memory loss. And we also need another one stating that I had to stay in the the hospital because of that condition for better treatment and also because no one came to look for me." I explain.

"What happens after the sale of that lie?"

"I need to have my personal life back. I will continue my music from where I left. I will attend the shows and everything. I want to continue my career."

He discharges a bittersweet smirk. "That's all about you. Where is the deal?"

"Allow me to take the entertainment stage. I will entertain your clients the whole night if you want. Just not. I don't." I close my eyes when I feel the tears threatening to fall.

"I know what you want to say, and there is a solution to that. Be MINE! Nobody will dare touch you if you are mine." I look up to him, a tear leaving my eye despite my efforts to prevent it.

I know this is the end of the road to my being pure. But there is no other way.

"Can we please not have sex right away? Please?"

"You have a lot of demands, don't you think? I will have you whenever and wherever I want." He stands up, taking me with him, and he traps me in his hands. "Deal accepted! I will assign ten bodyguards to be with you wherever you go. You try to play games with me," he says, taking out his gun and points it to my head, "I will forget everything and put an end to your life. " He drops the gun on the table. "You will start your work in the club tomorrow." He releases me, and I take it as a sign that we are done.

I nod my head and start to walk away, but I think I need some more convincing. I turn to him again; his eyes are still on me. "Aah.. Ejay?" I call, and he looks into my eyes without saying a word. "For saving my life and for protecting me in the club even though I didn't deserve it," I say, wrapping my hands around his shoulders and pulling him for a hug. "THANK YOU. Thank you so much." I guess he wasn't expecting this; that's why he was reluctant to embrace me too, but eventually he did. Life is all about sacrifices, big and small. And it's all about how much you are willing to sacrifice to get what you want.